The reserve food raised is the Elf King

The elf smiled: "What are you doing when you get under Miss Bella's skirt?"

"..."

It was obviously a warm climate close to summer, but Miss Julong felt inexplicably that the temperature of the surrounding air dropped sharply.

She looked at the unwavering smile on the elf's face and swallowed quietly.

Lance laughed...

Suddenly it’s so scary, ugh oooo qwq

So, Isabella moved her tail quietly, first the tip of her tail was slightly raised, then she wiggled it up and down twice, and finally she flicked it hard——

"Whoosh——".

A familiar red parabola.

Disappeared from sight.

The silver fat tail was hidden back into the skirt, and she also neatly arranged the turned-up lace of the skirt very thoughtfully and consciously, without the elf reminding her.

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The cub skillfully destroyed the corpse and eliminated all traces of it.

In the blink of an eye, everything disappeared, pretending that nothing happened.

"Lance, you're back~"

Isabella tried to ask the elf for a hug, and stretched out her short arms to the elf.

Lancelot looked at her quietly.

There was no expression on the elf's face, but his movements did not stop.

The tall elf bent his knees slightly, took the cub off the high stool, and sat down on one arm.

Although she was angry in her heart, when the cub's legs were hanging halfway in the air, she did not forget to adjust her skirt and hide her big tail that attracts bees and butterflies.

Isabella has long been accustomed to the elf's caring care.

She had no resistance at all, just letting him play around like a rag doll.

Miss Dragon seemed to have nothing in her big head.

The heart is astonishingly big.

Within a few seconds, she forgot that the elf's expression was obviously different from usual.

I started humming a little tune happily in my heart.

She thought her clumsy "cute escape plan" had been successful.

The little girl lay on the elf's shoulder, looking around for the poor fox that was thrown away by her tail.

However, the elf held his head and his eyes turned back forcibly.

Isabella: "...?"

In hindsight, I glanced at Lancelot's face.

Ah... he seems to be still angry.

"Lance, are you in a bad mood? What's wrong with you?"

Lancelot: "..."

He could still look so innocent and confident, asking him what was wrong.

Lancelot felt his nerves twitching in his head.

He pursed his lips and said nothing.

He immediately left the waiting room with the cub in his arms.

Isabella chirped and explained, "I agreed with Senior Fox to swap tails and play with them. I touched his tail first, and just now he was playing with my tail. You came back in less than two minutes."

Lancelot: "Do you like Carlos' tail very much?"

Isabella was about to nod out of habit.

Suddenly, the touching God of IQ saved her for a second.

The moment Kankan raised his head, he stopped abruptly.

"Ah... not bad." His neck was stiff.

The cub has a straightforward temper, and the hesitation in his tone cannot be concealed at all.

The elf half lowered his eyes, the gentleness in his clear golden eyes no longer existed, but instead looked a bit lonely.

He couldn't help but asked in a low voice, "Then what do you like about me?"

The elf knew that the cub liked Arthur as a human punching bag for her, liked Lydia's fluffy hair, and liked Carlos's beautiful red tail.

So, what do you like about him?

She told him that she liked him so many times and emphasized that she wanted to be friends with him countless times, which gradually opened the heart of the hard and closed elf in her heart.

But now, Lancelot discovered that he didn't know what Isabella liked about him, nor did he know why she wanted to be friends with him.

Can words like "like" and "be friends" be used so casually and irresponsibly?

The elf was very confused.

"Of course -" Hair!

Without thinking, Isabella swallowed the rest of the words urgently.

so close.

I almost let it slip.

Isabella smiled and said, "Of course it's everything about Lance. From top to bottom, from your hair to your eyes, there's nothing I don't like about you."

"..."

It seems... I didn't lie to him this time.

Lancelot could feel that Isabella was telling the truth this time.

The vaguely empty gap in my heart was gradually filled bit by bit. The corners of his lips slowly curved into a slight arc, but the shy elf pressed it down in embarrassment.

Do you really, like everything about him...?

Lancelot's ears turned red.

Isabella opened her round eyes and observed the elf carefully, but the expression on his face remained unchanged. The cub couldn't see the change in his mood from the arc of his smile, and could only tentatively guess:

"Are you still angry?"

Isabella carefully pulled the elf's hair while observing his expression.

When he wasn't paying attention, he quickly and quietly stuffed the smooth golden hair into his fingers, and even stuffed it along his sleeves and into his clothes.

Hehe, mobile snack refill.

Isabella snickered with satisfaction.

One of the disadvantages of turning into human form is that he wears too many clothes and only two little paws are exposed.

Unlike when it was a dragon cub, it could stick to a large area of ​​the beautiful elf's blond hair.

It somewhat affects eating efficiency.

But in order to eat, don’t be afraid of trouble!

Isabella moved the elf's hair bit by bit, until her sleeves were all bulging, and then she stopped still.

With the food in hand, Isabella became very patient and decided to coax the taciturn elf.

Isabella: "Don't be angry, Lance. You are my best friend, and I will be worried if you are angry. So I will comfort you, okay?"

There was no change in Lancelot's face. Hearing the word "best friend", he felt excited.

The ears hidden under the blond hair also quietly perked up.

He was a little curious about how the cub would coax him.

Isabella was silent for a moment.

She really didn't know how to coax an elf.

Isabella knows this very well when it comes to coaxing people to do what they want.

Just like her, as long as she eats delicious food, she will forget all the unhappy things.

There is a problem however.

Miss Dragon doesn't seem to know what the elf likes to eat, nor his hobbies.

It sounds like she is a very incompetent owner and doesn't understand her own grain reserves at all.

Isabella felt guilty for a moment and blinked.

I decided to forcibly omit the part about teasing people.

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"Ahem," Isabella coughed slightly and said seriously, "being angry will make you grow old easily."

Lancelot: "…………"

The young and beautiful elf boy's face turned slightly green at the moment.

He struggled to maintain a perfect smile, trying to insinuate himself into reminding the cub, "Bella, I'm not an adult yet."

I'm not old, thank you!

"Oh."

Isabella didn't understand what he meant. When she heard that Lancelot was willing to talk to her, she thought she had successfully coaxed him, and she felt relieved.

The little girl waved her hand, "Anyway, as long as you're not angry, everything else doesn't matter! It doesn't matter, don't worry about these details~"

Lancelot hesitated to speak.

He suddenly felt the urge to solve the simplest math problem with Isabella.

——Although the age difference between the two seems to be very large now, it is even exaggerated to the point that the age gap is thousands of times.

But wait ten thousand years later, Lancelot will be twelve thousand years old, and Isabella will be exactly ten thousand years old.

At that time, the gap between them was almost negligible in rounding.

But... ten thousand years later.

Lancelot suddenly felt a little unsure. Ten thousand years later, could they still be each other's best friends like they are now?

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The elf who loves learning and thinking suddenly plunged himself into a profound philosophical proposition, and with the help of his involuntary divergent thinking, he began to think about the connection between the vast space and endless time.

When I got home, I remembered that the most important thing had not been said to Isabella.

"..." Oops, I forgot about the real thing.

Lancelot raised his hand and pressed his forehead, barely suppressing all kinds of complicated thoughts.

Fortunately, the cub didn't seem bored at all. He sat obediently in his arms, his two big watery eyes sparkling, sweet and cute.

Lancelot couldn't help but curl his lips.

It felt like a feather was gently brushing through my heart.

He became more and more convinced that Isabella enjoyed being with him.

Even if they didn't talk and spent time together quietly, the two of them didn't feel bored at all.

Lancelot: "Tomorrow I will take you to familiarize yourself with the routes of the campus and the main roads. School will officially start next week."

Isabella was still immersed in braiding the elf's hair for fun, and was shocked when she heard this: "What!! So fast!?"

Although I already knew I was going to school, I still felt unbelievable when the specific date was confirmed.

woohoo.

I don’t want to go to school and want to skip classes.

"You can't skip class."

The elf saw through the cub's thoughts and smiled slightly.

"……Oh."

If you don’t skip class, you won’t skip classqwq

Senior Carlos said he would teach her how to fish.

She can still survive!

"Most of the first-year courses are very simple, mainly covering theoretical knowledge of various subjects and skills to lay the foundation for the following grades. There are also some general science courses such as basic racial knowledge, and some history courses."

Lancelot took out a list and placed it in front of Isabella.

He continued slowly, "But considering your racial characteristics, if you are not interested in some contents, you can check them out. I will apply to Dean Green for exemption."

The dragon tribe is one of the few neutral races on the mainland, and Isabella is the first student recruited by Clavia Magic Academy who is not a member of the Light.

Some history classes and racial origin classes are designed to allow ethnic groups from the Light stance to deepen their connections and understanding of each other.

The academy cannot force Isabella to learn a series of knowledge that in principle has nothing to do with the dragon clan.

Unless she's interested.

Of course--

For these boring courses, Miss Julong was 100%, of course not interested at all.

As a poor student, of course I can learn one subject at a time!

During this period of time, thanks to Lancelot's unremitting efforts, Isabella was able to recognize most common characters even at a guessing level.

As long as she saw the word "class", no matter what class it was, she would draw a big cross behind it without hesitation.

Lancelot was not surprised by this.

He put away the list.

“In addition to this, there is also credit for an outdoor practical course.”

"Ah, I know this. Lydia told me about her mission."

Isabella raised her hand actively and touched her soft and waxy chin out of habit.

I seem to have gained a little weight recently, and the meat feels so comfortable.

But talking about this mission reminded her of that domineering and annoying red-haired human girl.

Recently, I heard that he has been pestering Arthur.

Stupid Arthur's rotten peach blossoms.

snort!

Lancelot ruffled the cub's hair encouragingly and nodded with a smile, "Yes, since your transfer time is near the end of the semester, all the first-year students in this class have already taken this course."

"Then - can I not participate?" Isabella was once again clever.

"Originally, you needed to make up for an extra outing mission, but I asked the college to prove your experience of going out to participate in the three-person competition with us, and the missing credits were offset."

Lancelot smiled, vaguely wanting to take credit and show off, but he was too embarrassed to speak out.

Isabella was very supportive. She was not shy at all. She directly held the elf's head and gave him a big hug.

His bright eyes were filled with stars.

"Wow-Lance you're so nice!!"

However, the excited cub suddenly forgot about the large ball of hair that she had stuffed into her sleeves.

With her sudden large movement, her blond hair was suddenly yanked.

The intricate lace and metal ornaments wrapped around the cuffs are messy and intertwined.

Give it a hard pull——

"hiss……"

Lancelot's scalp tightened sharply.

The elf's always gentle and elegant face was involuntarily distorted for a moment.

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Both of them were stunned at the same time.

He stared in shock at the large clumps of golden hair that fell out of the cub's sleeves, and a few long hairs were torn off.

The broken hair is fluttering in mid-air.

Finally, it fell to the ground.

Lancelot: "..."

Isabella: "..."

The elf tried hard to pull up the corners of his mouth to make his expression less distorted.

"Bella," Lancelot took a deep breath, ignoring the pain in his scalp, "please ask me why my hair is in your sleeves."

Isabella stammered, "Ah... maybe, well, it ran in by itself accidentally."

After saying that, I felt guilty.

Lancelot was suspicious, "Really?"

Don’t you really have any special fetish for my hair?