The reserve food raised is the Elf King

Bella and Lancelot are reconciled again.

The two are now as close as brown candy. Wherever they go, they can see the little girl sitting on the elf's arm, with her two short carrot legs dangling.

"Lance, what color are you wearing today?"

Today they are going to the Student Affairs Center to formally confirm Isabella's enrollment procedures and register basic information.

Isabella sat on the carpet in the cloakroom, watching Lancelot choose today's clothes for her.

Since the cub transformed, the elf has specially prepared a large house for her to store her clothes and shoes. The colorful skirts are arranged neatly from left to right according to the color depth and skirt length.

Perfectly suited to the obsessive-compulsive habits of this blond elf.

"I should wear..." White.

The weather is nice, Isabella is well-behaved, and the elf is in a good mood.

He smiled softly and was about to speak.

"——Blue, I know you like blue too."

Isabella saw the elf's mouth with sharp eyes, and knew that Lancelot would wear the same white robe that he wore every day again.

Immediately interrupt without blinking.

Wear anything white!

It's white every day, just like the nuns in the convent.

Coupled with the elf's face that saves all living beings and his gentle and warm smile like the spring breeze, I feel that in the next second, Lancelot will be able to stand under the seat of the Temple of Light holding the holy book and become the purest and most sacred believer of light.

Isabella doesn't hate the Saints of Light.

The dragons are naturally a neutral race. They do not favor light or darkness.

And from the perspective of the taste of dragon food.

The more a creature believes in light, the more it will have a faintly glowing halo added to its body.

The texture will actually be softer and sweeter.

But if she thought about Lancelot becoming the kind of ruthless saint who only served the illusory god of light that existed only in legends, Isabella just wanted to shake her head crazily.

No, no, no, no.

Her food reserve is already the best food in the world, and he can only see her!

If anyone dares to snatch Lancelot away, no matter what god or identity he is, Miss Dragon guarantees that he will be beaten to pieces.

"The weather is so nice today and the color of the sky is so beautiful. Let's wear blue together~"

Isabella was lying by the window of the room, her big tail dangling leisurely behind her. She rested her chin on her hands and looked at the sky outside the window, with a sly arc on her lips.

She didn't care what the elf liked.

Miss Dragon always only cares about what she likes.

Anyway, Lancelot will always listen to her.

Sure enough, the gentle elf was not angry at all when he was interrupted. He smiled slightly and nodded in accordance with the cub's wishes.

"Okay, let's wear blue together."

Isabella was satisfied.

Rolling happily on the carpet.

The elf put down the white dress he had picked out, and with a very gentle temper, went to pick another dress.

Isabella patted her tail, moved the heavy fat tail in front of her body, and tidied some disobedient small scales to prevent them from being too sharp and scratching her skirt.

This is her latest new hobby.

Just like cats like to lick their fur, Miss Dragon likes to smooth her scales.

I have bad luck today. There is a super stubborn scale at the base of the tail that insists on standing out.

No matter what angle it is, it can't be pressed down.

"Tsk."

Disobedient things are the most annoying.

The irritable dragon lady frowned.

He pressed the stubbornly raised scales with his soft fingers, pulled hard twice, and uprooted them with a "snap" against the growth direction of the scales.

Move quickly and without hesitation.

On the tail where the scales were removed, there was a small crack due to the cub's rough handling.

But before the blood in the wound had time to seep out, the crack on the tail's surface healed automatically, leaving only a shallow milky white mark.

Isabella touched the mark nonchalantly.

She had long discovered that small wounds on her body healed very quickly.

Sure enough, when the fingers were removed, no trace could be seen.

Isabella raised the plucked scales in front of her face. The silver-white scales shone under the refraction of light, as bright as silver mirror crystal, but also concealed a sharp cold light.

She turned the scales left and right to look at it a few times, then put it in her mouth and took a bite.

"Bang bang——" It's so hard that I can't eat it.

He stuffed it back into his ring without interest.

At this time, Lancelot picked out the skirt and matching accessories, held the cub in his arms and walked towards the window.

He smiled slightly and said, "Bella, I have chosen the clothes."

Isabella put away the ring and blinked obediently: "Thank you Lance~ Just put it on the chair and I'll wear it myself!"

"Then I'll go out and wait for you."

"Uh-huh!"

-

Today is a school day.

get out of class has not ended yet, and there are not many students coming and going on campus.

Lancelot walked down the corridor of the campus, holding the cub in his arms.

The height was just right for Isabella to wrap her arms around his neck.

The cub's big silver-white tail was so eye-catching that it hung down under the layers of skirts, curled a few times along the elf's arms, and finally stuffed the tip of the tail into his palm.

This is the dress that the elf made for Isabella.

When the cub first transformed, Lancelot was overwhelmed by her situation and had to go to a clothing store to find a tailor to make a skirt for the cub.

But now Lancelot is very proficient in selecting fabrics, measuring sizes, designing styles, and even weaving the most complex various lace decorations very dexterously.

Although the whole process is very troublesome.

Sometimes the elf even has to take the materials for making skirts to the cloud laboratory. While completing his subject experiment, he can make a skirt for the cub while waiting for the experimental data.

But Lancelot was in a cheerful mood.

He loved that Isabella wore the clothes he had made.

This will bring him great satisfaction.

Without the elf even realizing it, he had become more and more addicted to the daily routine of raising cubs.

Even the cloud laboratory, which initially attracted him the most, was ranked second at some point.

Today's dress is the one Lancelot is most satisfied with recently.

The outer skirt made of satin is a clear pale blue, and looks like flowing sea water in the sun, with shallow ripples appearing as the movement moves.

And it has a very clever little design.

The exaggerated tutu skirt style, with appropriate lace embellishments, perfectly hides the cub's tail under the skirt.

——As long as Isabella doesn't suddenly move and raise her tail.

Others passing by would just think that the little girl was wearing a gorgeous palace skirt, and the small protruding piece at the lower waist was a bustle.

She would never have thought that hidden under her skirt was the tail of the only giant dragon cub on the continent.

This will make it easier for the cubs to live freely on campus before they learn to put away their tails.

The little girl rested her face on the elf's hair.

"Lance, I want to be in the same class as Lydia."

After a while, they will go to the Student Affairs Center to handle various procedures, including class selection.

A few days ago, Isabella struggled for a long time.

The little girl counted the time on her fingers and finally decided on being a transfer student.

She is a character who resolutely refuses to let herself suffer, especially when it comes to things like going to school that she has to complete, but she can fish appropriately during the completion process.

Isabella turned over the calculations in her notebook many times.

If you wait until the next school year and enroll with the newly admitted students, the advantage is that you can continue to play in the past few months. But if she joins the class directly now, she can skip many of the early classes to first grade and take the final exam of the school year with Lydia.

As long as she can successfully pass the exam, it will be equivalent to skipping the entire first grade and starting directly in the second grade.

Sounds like a great deal.

I just don’t know if I can be put in the same class as Lidya.

Miss Dragon still likes this quiet big cat.

Although he talks very little, he often stays alone in a corner and sleeps, and rarely takes the initiative to find people to play with.

But the fluffy creatures are so cute!

Miss Cat often changes back to her original form to bask in the sun. Occasionally, Isabella shamelessly brushes over and wants to touch her fluffy hair. Lydia is also very generous and never minds.

If we are in the same class, it is best to be a deskmate.

Realize Isabella’s happy life of petting cats anytime and anywhere!

Lancelot smiled and said, "If you choose the Mage Tower, you can be in the same class as Lydia this year."

"what?"

Can you actually choose it yourself?

Lancelot understood the cub's doubts and explained, "Every year when the Magic Academy enrolls students, the registered students will participate in a series of assessments and selections, and show their talents in their respective fields. Among them, the Mage Tower requires magic talents, and the Warriors The tower requires warrior talent, and the Tower of Light requires students with a high affinity for the light attribute."

"Arthur is gifted as a warrior?" Isabella thought of the heavy sword that Arthur often carried with him.

Lancelot nodded, "Yes, he is a student with pure warrior attributes."

"What does this mean?"

"Arthur has no affinity for magic in his body. He cannot use magic at will like Carlos and I."

Lancelot gave an example. He raised his hand and drew a small circle in the air.

In an instant, brilliant shimmers of light appeared on the fingertips.

It condensed into a thin white mist, gently blowing onto Isabella's face, bringing a burst of mint fragrance, which made her eyes feel slightly brighter and her spirit became much better.

"This is a refreshing charm."

Lancelot continued, "Arthur cannot use this type of magic, including various magic arrays. He cannot activate the magic array because of the insulation of magic elements in his body."

Isabella chewed her nails and asked curiously, "Then he can only run around with a sword on his back? Wouldn't it be particularly disadvantageous to encounter a magician in a fight?"

"That's not true," Lancelot was amused by the cub's description, "Arthur can use various scrolls that have recorded magical contents. As long as the switch is turned on in such scrolls, the magic set in them will be automatically released. .”

"Wow, that sounds amazing."

"These will be covered in the courses at the Mage Tower."

"Really? That seems very interesting!"

Isabella sighed sincerely.

She seemed to... suddenly have a little interest in learning.

In Isabella's mind, "going to school" was always equated with the painful exam-oriented education in her previous life.

Even now, she has almost forgotten all the memories of her previous life.

But "going to school" = "pain".

This formula is like the strongest spell, firmly imprinted in my mind.

Now think about it...

The academy in the Western Fantasy World seems to be completely different from before.

The cub's depressed mood because he had to go to school gradually improved.

The white and plump face gently rubbed against the elf's shining golden blond hair, and the slightly cool touch neutralized the young dragon's slightly high body temperature.

Isabella quietly took a deep breath of the aroma.

A sweet and full happiness instantly filled her limbs, her belly gradually bulged, and her skirt was quietly raised in a small arc.

Woohoo, a happy life with snacks on your lips =3=

I was so happy that I just wanted to bubble.

The tip of the cub's tail curled up.

Lancelot asked gently: "Bella, what's wrong?"

"...No, it's nothing." Isabella licked her lips and thought about it, then rubbed the elf's hair, "I really like you, Lance."

The frank love without warning hit the elf directly in the ear.

We were obviously talking about studying just now, but now suddenly...

Lancelot was slightly stunned.

"..."

The elf didn't speak, but his ears felt warm unconsciously. He lowered his eyelashes and trembled constantly, like a butterfly resting on a flower in the breeze, so beautiful that it was so beautiful.

Lancelot wondered if other friends were as enthusiastic.

No, definitely not.

No one could be better than his Bella.

"I like you too, Bella," the elf whispered.