The reserve food raised is the Elf King

"That...I can explain."

Isabella smiled awkwardly and guilty, trying to squeeze out these words through her teeth, blinking her eyes constantly.

His fingers also subconsciously grasped the elf's blond hair scattered on the bed, mixed with his own long hair, gold and silver mixed together.

The curls were wrapped around the fingertips, and in a few seconds the whole finger was wrapped.

Then switch to another finger and continue wrapping.

Ah wow wow, I thought Lance didn’t notice Lucia’s words qwq

How to explain (hu) and explain (explain)?

My brain is not enough.

Urgent! Urgent!

Lancelot remained silent.

He looked at the little girl in front of him, her simple and straightforward face, her expression changing several times, and let out a soft sigh in his heart.

I don't know when I discovered that Isabella blinked like crazy every time she felt guilty.

Her long and curly eyelashes were all brushed together, like feathers ruffled by the wind. Under the half-covered eyelashes, those misty blue eyes as clear as crystal balls exposed all her little thoughts.

It made people want to reach out and cover her eyes.

Don't look at those lying eyes.

"Forget it." The elf suddenly stopped Isabella's next words.

Deep in his heart, which had always had peaceful mood swings, a strange anger arose inexplicably.

Like a piece of white paper spread out on a blank desk, a drop of ink suddenly fell down.

"pat".

Slowly blend out.

Lancelot lowered his eyes, "Stop talking."

Anyway, even if you say it, it's nothing more than all kinds of made-up excuses.

There is only one room left in the hotel, but the owner has bad eyesight and insists on letting them live together. The two have to discuss problems late at night, so it is more convenient to live in the same room...

And so on.

Just like she didn't tell him about Francis' existence for so long.

No matter how beautiful the excuse is, in fact -

It's all lies.

It's better not to say anything than that.

Lancelot has always been extremely smart. He has the keenest observation and the fastest thinking speed. A book you have read once will be clearly engraved in your mind, and a magic spell you have learned once will be mastered the second time you open your mouth.

An elf can't lie, but that doesn't mean he can't see other people's lies.

But in front of Isabella.

Lancelot always habitually forgets to think and believes every word she says.

just now……

"Lance?"

Isabella was surprised for a moment.

He was shocked by the elf's sudden change of mood.

The movement of twirling her hair around her fingers paused, and Miss Dragon raised her head blankly, with a hint of confusion in her eyes as she looked innocently at the elf in front of her.

The little girl didn't understand the reason for the elf's suddenly cold tone.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"..."

In the town under the polar night, the world outside the window is dark and quiet.

It was hard to tell for a moment what time it was.

There were only a few short candles scattered in the four corners of the room. The dancing light and shadow of the weak flames shone on the wall, swaying gently.

The light in the room was not bright, but the elf, who was not covered by a cloak at this moment, seemed to be glowing all over.

Lancelot was half leaning on the head of the bed, his long golden hair flowing on the dark sheets. Her hair was hanging down, shining brighter than the gold melted under the magma, attracting Isabella's attention all the time.

But, those eyes...

Those eyes were always shining with golden light, extremely bright and transparent, and their eyes were full of tenderness and concern every time they looked at Isabella.

At this moment, there was actually a thin layer of frost condensing under his eyes.

Like a moonlit night, the surface of a lake covered with ice reflects a lonely moonlight.

Cool silver.

Silver...?

Isabella frowned subconsciously, and a glimmer of light suddenly flashed in her mind. Unfortunately, it was too fast and disappeared without a trace before she could react.

No, no, now is not the time for random thoughts.

Isabella shook her head, throwing away the messy thoughts.

The most important thing now is the elf in front of him who is in an inexplicable mood.

Isabella belatedly recalled the conversation between the two of them just now, and keenly grasped the key words——

Francis.

As an excellent breeder, Isabella knows that she must appease the emotions of the food reserves.

It was indeed an accident for Lancelot to know about Francis' existence this time. Isabella felt a little regretful. She should have agreed with Francis in advance not to talk about her relationship with Lancelot.

Otherwise, Lancelot will definitely be angry.

——Although Isabella herself couldn't explain why she was sure that the elf would be angry about this matter.

Obviously, Francis and Lancelot, judging from their external personalities, are both very gentle and easy-to-talk types.

But the dragon's intuition is unerring.

Isabella just knew.

Lancelot will be angry.

I'm really angry now woo qwq

Isabella swallowed quietly and beat her chest in her heart——

Sure enough, the ancestors were right.

Eggs cannot be put in the same basket, each basket needs to be kept independently. If you accidentally let the eggs in two baskets touch each other, one of them will be cracked.

Isabella felt that what she had to do now was to solve this cracked, golden chicken (elf) egg.

"Lance, I can explain."

Isabella rushed forward shamelessly, grabbed the elf's sleeve, raised her head and said eagerly, "Even if you don't want to hear it, I still have to say it."

Whether you like to hear it or not, you must listen to me even if you don’t want to.

Lancelot: "..."

His gentle nature and calm and quiet temper prevent the elf from being as reckless as Isabella and saying things like "I don't listen, I just don't listen."

But he still reached out and lifted Isabella up, preventing her from lying on top of him.

Isabella didn't mind, and climbed up along with his strength.

Anyway, the elf took the smell-masking potion, and now it doesn't feel anything special when it sticks to him. As long as her blond hair was wrapped around her hand, she could continue to be happy.

Hey (▽).

"Last night was really a big mistake. The hotel owner misidentified me and Francis, so he put us in the same room."

Isabella began to explain diligently that what she said today was the truth.

"The concept of this town is very strange. They regard white hair as nobles, and black hair as servants. Yesterday, the hotel owner said that he did not agree with Lidya to move in, but later I said it anyway, proving that Lidya and us It was together that we let her live on the first floor.”

Isabella smiled and took credit, "Am I very smart?"

Lancelot said nothing.

He looked at Isabella quietly, without his usual gentle smile, and stroked the little girl's soft hair encouragingly.

Isabella's smile froze and she pouted secretly.

Okay, if you don’t speak, don’t speak.

If you don’t tell me, I’ll tell you, okay!

However, on the right side that Isabella couldn't see, under the stacks of quilts, the elf's fingertips moved quietly.

He wasn't completely unresponsive.

The unfamiliar emotion just now has actually dissipated. Now that he has calmed down and returned to reason, Lancelot knows that there is nothing wrong with what Isabella did this time.

When going out to do tasks, sometimes in order not to cause other extra troubles, it is right to act according to the task arrangements.

But he……

Lancelot blinked with a hint of guilt, not daring to admit the bad thoughts quietly rising in his heart.

He wanted to see how far Isabella could go for him.

"..."

After receiving no response from the elf for a long time, Isabella retracted her smile, lowered her eyelashes as if in loss, and was quiet for a moment.

Lancelot thought that Isabella was going to give up just like that.

There was a slight sour feeling in my heart.

Then Isabella looked up again, with an aggrieved expression on her face, "Everything I said is true..."

Lancelot felt relieved, and the curled fingertips under the quilt slowly stretched and straightened.

Continue to be quiet.

Isabella pinched a handful of her hair and put it in front of the elf's eyes. "Look, my hair color is very similar to Francis's. They are both very light white. In addition, we were designated in the mission requirements. Dressed up as nobles, the three of us wore similar styles of clothes. Therefore, it is normal for the hotel owner to have a mistaken identity."

Hair swayed before the elf's eyes.

The silver-white curly hair was like a delicate little hook, gently brushing the tip of the elf's nose, carrying a wisp of sweet fragrance.

Like a fruit that is about to ripen, the sweet aroma is revealed under the plump skin, always tempting people to take a bite.

Bite open the peel.

Savor the aroma of splashing juices.

Then it filled the entire mouth and spread along the limbs and bones.

……

Lancelot knew that this was the unique scent of Isabella's hair.

He had rarely been so close to the human form of Isabella, not to mention that her hair was directly under the tip of his nose.

Every breath you take is filled with her scent.

The elf's Adam's apple moved slightly, and the base of his ears felt faintly hot. Uncomfortably, he wanted to tilt his head back and distance himself from Isabella.

But the slow dragon lady mistakenly thought that the elf looked like he wanted to talk.

Eh? !

Was he moved by her sincere explanation?

Not angry anymore? ? !

Isabella's eyes lit up excitedly, and she moved forward even more enthusiastically.

He spoke eagerly what the elves liked to hear.

"After all, this is my dear Lance, what you taught me-"

Isabella said sweetly, "Sometimes you are not by my side, or you cannot arrive in time to protect me. I go out alone, and I must always remember not to cause trouble. One more thing is worse than one less thing, right?"

"I will take every lesson you teach me to heart."

The little girl continued to chirp in her ears.

"So, don't be angry, okay qwq"

The sweet voice fell in the quiet room and was infinitely amplified in the ears.

The aroma of half-ripe fruits lingering on the tip of the nose is getting stronger and stronger for some reason.

Lancelot felt that his whole body was almost wrapped in this smell. As Isabella leaned closer and closer to him, the sweet fragrance rushed towards him from all directions.

He hurriedly stretched out his hand to resist the approaching dragon lady.

Stop——

We can't go any further.

"Yes, you are right." Lancelot said hastily.

Isabella was surprised: "Aren't you angry anymore?"

Sure enough, he stopped leaning forward.

Lancelot nodded reluctantly: "...Yes."

"That's great!"

She sat back down in her seat and stopped clinging to the elf.

The two of them breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts at the same time.

Come on, I'm awesome! /Fortunately, I stopped her...

"..."

After a while, Isabella looked at the sky outside the window.

It was pitch dark and I couldn’t tell what time it was.

At this point, Francis and Lydia should not have rested yet, and the three of them can discuss the arrangements for tomorrow.

Isabella couldn't wait to complete the mission and go home. The human form had been maintained for a long time, and she always felt comfortable without the appearance of a dragon.

So he looked at the elf who lowered his head and said nothing, waved his hand and said, "Lance, I'm going back to sleep!"

Anyway, the elf would definitely not allow the humanoid dragon lady to sleep in the same bed as him, so Isabella didn't bother and prepared to go back to her room to sleep.

"I'll take you back."

With that said, the elf stood up from the bed.

Isabella grabbed his sleeve, "It's okay, it's not far from the next door. I can just go back by myself. And I probably have to go downstairs to talk to Lidya for a few words, so that it will be more convenient for us to do the task tomorrow." "

Although he wanted to stay with Isabella for a while longer, the elf's mind was a little confused tonight.

Those strange emotions just now were so unfamiliar that Lancelot doubted himself for a while.

What exactly is going on.

He really needs some time to think about it for himself.

Lancelot hesitated for a moment and nodded in agreement: "Okay, then please pay attention to your safety."

"Don't worry, good night."

"Good night."

-

There was no one in the corridor, and the whole hotel was quiet as if no one was there.

"Da da da."

Isabella stepped on her small leather shoes and walked slowly back to her room. He paused when he reached the door, planning to go downstairs directly to find Lidya.

But he looked down again, and saw that the pleats on the skirt were in a mess, and some of the lace bows were unraveled. I was rolling around on Lancelot's bed just now, and I forgot to rearrange my skirt before going out.

"Tsk."

Miss Dragon frowned in disgust.

Under the influence of the elves over time, she also developed a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Forget it, let's change some clothes first and then go find Lily.

He was about to raise his hand to push the door open.

"Squeak-"

The door opened from the inside, and the white-haired rabbit stood at the door, his eyes smiling like crescents, as if waiting for her to come home.

But Isabella looked very confused, "Hey, brother, why are you here?"

Shouldn't it have been changed to a new room?

The smile on Francis' face paused slightly, and quickly returned to normal before Isabella noticed it.

He explained distressedly, "The boss said there are no more rooms tonight."

"Eh——? How could that happen?"

Isabella took a step back and looked left and right at the empty corridor.

She thought there was no one staying in this hotel, but every room was full?

Francis said sheepishly, seeming to feel guilty for not finding a new room, "Yes, he said that many nobles with special status are coming to the town in the past two days. The big carriages we saw during the day are above Those are the people sitting there.”

Isabella blinked, "Oh, that's right."

She didn't think much, nodded and believed what Francis said.

Holding up the hem of her skirt, she crossed the threshold and walked into the house. She said nonchalantly, "There's really no extra room, so forget it. Let's continue to make do tonight. Anyway, I guess I can almost complete the task tomorrow."

Frances closed the door behind her, with a smile on her lips, "Did Bella find any new clues?"

When everyone came back today, their minds were empty and they had no clue.

She went to Lancelot's room and vowed that she could complete the task tomorrow.

It seemed that the elf who abided by the rules unexpectedly told her a lot of new things.

"um, yes."

Isabella nodded, sat at the table and took out the map, looked at it carefully again, and even took out a map of the town for careful comparison.

For a while, my mind was immersed in the mission, and I compared the town maps one by one to see if there was a building that fit Lancelot's words and could hide a large cave inside the building.

Hearing the sound of the door closing in her ears, Isabella quickly raised her head and reminded, "Hey, brother, don't close the door yet."

"what's wrong?"

"Go and call Lily up, and we'll discuss tomorrow's plan."

Francis nodded and reopened the door.

"Ah, by the way, brother..."

Isabella called to Francis again.

The little girl stood up again and looked longingly at the white-haired senior at the door. She subconsciously tugged at the messy hem of her skirt, pursed her lips slightly, and seemed to be hesitant in her eyes.

Not like her usual straightforward nature.

"What's wrong, Bella?"

Francis didn't seem to notice Isabella's hesitation and entanglement, and waited for her to speak gently and patiently.

"Well, that..."

This request seems strange.

"Um...can you keep it a secret that you and I sleep in the same room tonight?"

Isabella gritted her teeth and whispered.

The little girl's voice became smaller and smaller, as if she felt that the request she made sounded ridiculous.

There was obviously nothing going on between the two of them, but when they were brought up deliberately, it seemed a little... strange.

But if you don't say that.

Let Lancelot know about this tomorrow...

That imaginative elf must be angry again.

The tall white-haired boy stood by the door. The dim candlelight in the room shrouded his body, reflecting a hazy outline on the wall behind him.

He has a light golden halo, looking holy and pure.

The young man looked a little confused, but he was also gentle and understanding.

He smiled and nodded, promising: "Of course, I won't tell others."

Isabella breathed a huge sigh of relief, with a bright smile on her face.

"That's good!"

"But can I ask... why?"

"Forehead."

Isabella stuttered and explained: "I just don't want to make Lance angry."

"Don't you want to make Senior Lance angry?"

The innocent rabbit repeated this sentence gently, his expression even more confused and confused.

He walked up to Isabella. Due to the height difference between them, the little girl's head only reached just below his shoulders.

Frances stopped, raised his hand to rub her hair, and smoothed back some of the knotted strands at the back of her head.

There was a heavy pressure on her head, and Isabella felt a little uncomfortable and instinctively wanted to get away.

She was actually not used to Francis's active touch.

Unlike Arthur, Carlos and Lydia, they knew that they were dragons very early on. Moreover, Isabella often climbed up and down on them as a cub, and she had long been accustomed to their smell.

Francis’ words…

Isabella has never told him what kind of beast she is. Therefore, when they get along, there is actually a subtle sense of distance between them.

This sense of distance will disappear instantly every time Francis feeds the ball of light.

But every time after Miss Dragon had eaten her fill, she would wipe her mouth ruthlessly, flick her tail and continue to keep her distance from Senior Rabbit.

But looking at the beautiful rabbit in front of her with her eyebrows lowered and seemingly combing her hair very seriously, Isabella gradually let go of the tension in her heart.

Lancelot also often helps her take care of her hair, which is normal behavior.

Isabella quietly exhaled and automatically attributed her discomfort just now to embarrassment.

——The embarrassment of being discovered by others that your hair is a mess.

She coughed lightly, "I just rolled on the bed... How about you give me a comb and I can do it myself?"

Francis smiled warmly, "It's okay, I'll comb it for you."

"Oh."

After speaking, Francis took a step back and pulled Isabella to sit down at the table.

He looked at Isabella with a smile, his eyebrows relaxed and soft, and asked curiously: "Bella, what is your relationship with Senior Lance? Why are you worried that he will be angry?"

The rabbit boy's voice was clear and pure, like the lush green buds in the spring wilderness. The trace of ignorance and simple curiosity in his voice also seemed like an innocent person who didn't understand the world.

Isabella's mind was empty, and the gentle voice in her ears was shrouded in the hazy light, making her unconsciously feel sleepy.

Subconsciously thinking along Francis's question.

one second.

two seconds.

"..."

A long time passed, and voices sounded again in the quiet room.

The little girl thought blankly for a long time, and finally highlighted the answer slowly.

"……I do not know either."