The reserve food raised is the Elf King

The elf first tried to send a flying letter to Isabella, but did not receive a reply.

I had no choice but to send separate messages to Lydia and Frances, asking about Isabella's whereabouts.

In addition to communicating with Isabella, the elf will choose Fetion to record language sounds, so that his voice is not constrained by distance and can be heard by Miss Dragon at all times. Most of the time, Lancelot rarely took the initiative to communicate with others using Fetion.

Occasionally, I will choose a more traditional way of writing letters.

The writing is elegant and cold, and while being polite, it also seems a bit distant.

The word is like its person.

He looks as gentle and gentle as the elf himself, but there is an invisible wall that isolates those who want to get close to him from his world.

When signing the letter, Lancelot took out the wax and stamped his mark.

A tree-shaped crown made of vines.

The color is flaxen gold, and the branches and vines are entangled and gathered toward the center. Their roots are intertwined and towering, as if they are worshiping the endless sky above the clouds.

If an elf from Pudacino sees such a pattern, he will recognize this tree at a glance. It is the tree of life located in the heart of the royal court in the central forest.

One of the three major origins of the world, the tree of life.

All elves were born from this great golden tree and were given endless and eternal life, as well as kind and pure hearts.

If the spirit of an elf is indelibly damaged, the tree of life will generously and gently re-accept it, giving the wandering soul a final resting place.

But if the soul is contaminated and no longer pure, the tree of life will refuse the return of the elves.

Those homeless elves...

Lancelot lowered his eyelashes and retracted his thoughts. Fold the letter paper and place it on the magic bird that delivers the flying letter.

Infused with magic, the letter bird instantly came to life.

The round and chubby body fluttered with a pair of fragile little wings, resting on the elf's fingertips.

The two light-colored eyes were vivid and dull, as if they would fall down in the next second. Her wet eyes were very similar to the way Isabella looked every time she acted coquettishly.

The tips of the letter bird's wings faintly show traces of a tree-shaped crown, and as the magic power fluctuates, it presents a faint gilded texture.

This imprint is unique.

Including the letter bird, it was also specially made by Lancelot.

A special mark, imprinted on the bird that only belongs to him.

Lancelot stroked the small mark, following the direction of the feather's growth, and gently rubbed it with his fingertips.

His deep eyes were filled with dark light, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

"Go."

He raised his hand, and the letter bird flapped its wings and flew away.

Silence returned to the room, so quiet that even the sound of breathing could not be heard.

I don't know how long it took, but there was a soft sound of "bang" from the window.

It was a reply from Lydia.

She replied quickly, telling the elf that Isabella had gone home in the afternoon and was not with her.

After Lancelot finished reading, his fingers holding the letter tightened slightly. There were subtle wrinkles on the edge of the paper, showing his inner unrest.

So, is it true that Francis is so playful that he doesn’t even want to reply to messages?

The elf's heart felt empty.

Especially when there was no reply to the letter sent to Francis, this thought in Lancelot's heart became more intense.

He took a deep breath, almost unable to bear it for another second, turned around and went downstairs, intending to pick up Isabella.

"pat".

A flying letter staggered to the window.

The gentle and harmless voice of the rabbit came slowly, like a handful of quiet lake water in the hot summer night, cooling people's hearts.

"Senior, I was doing evening prayers just now, and I didn't see the news. Bella didn't come to see me today. What's wrong, hasn't she come home so late?"

After a while, another Fetion message came.

The speed of speaking became a little faster, and Frances expressed concern, "I sent her a message, but she didn't reply to me. Lydia also said that she hadn't seen her since the afternoon. It's really worrying. I know a few people she often likes to play with. The place──”

"no need."

Lancelot didn't even hear the next words, and replied without thinking.

A voice as cold as the moon rang out in the night, its tone was gentle and calm, but it kept people away from thousands of miles away.

"She's back. Thank you for your concern."

"Oh...Okay. Then seniors, you should go to bed early, say good night to Bella for me, and have a sweet dream v"

Lancelot made no reply.

The glimmer of light on the last flying letter dissipated, and Lancelot came back to his senses, only to be shocked to find out what he had just said.

He actually... lied again.

There was no hesitation, and his tone was as smooth as a habitual liar.

It was obvious that Isabella had not come back, but when he heard Francis's tone mentioning the details of the intimate and familiar relationship between the two in an extremely natural manner, the elf suddenly felt an unreasonable irritation.

So subconsciously, lies blurted out.

It is easy to tell the difference when the elves lie. Even if they try their best to hide their appearance, the changes in their heartbeats and ears will never lie.

Lancelot raised his hand and touched his unchanged ears helplessly.

The thick eyelashes could not help but quiver, as if the petals had been wetted by the night rain, making her uneasy.

But in fact, my heart was as calm as dead water.

Lancelot's face instantly turned pale.

Everyone knows that elves are not good at lying.

At least...he couldn't blurt out the lies so smoothly and naturally.

What happened to him.

Really, I feel less and less like myself.

But now is not the time to think about that.

Lancelot pursed his lips, suppressed all complicated thoughts, and tried hard to think about Isabella's whereabouts.

Where does Isabella like to go?

There was a trace of confusion in Lancelot's eyes.

Regarding this issue, the elf's mind went blank. He didn't seem to know very well what place Isabella particularly liked to go to.

Every time the two of them stayed together, Isabella's favorite place was his arms.

She also lay sticky in his arms, brazenly relying on her dragon form, and said in his ear with the sweetest voice...

"Just being around you is my favorite place. I will never get bored dear Lance and I support you no matter what you do!"

But now what Francis means.

She has other places she likes to go.

Lancelot lowered his eyes, pinched his fingertips, and slowly calmed down.

After a while, after the mood stabilized, he sent another message to Isabella.

Since he had no hope of getting a reply, Lancelot did not use Fetion to leave voice messages, but instead used his own magic bird to deliver paper letters.

"Hula, hula, hula..."

The clumsy and cute little bird flapped its wings and flew out of the window. After hovering in mid-air for a while, it flew back again.

Lancelot: "?"

Seeing that the letter tied between the bird's feet was intact, it flew back to Calais.

Lancelot wondered, was his messenger bird broken?

impossible……

Lancelot was about to raise his hand to call the messenger bird back when he suddenly realized that it had been hovering near the window, its two little wings flapping hard.

By the window?

Lancelot was confused, walked over, leaned out half of his body from the open window sill, and looked down at the sight of the letter bird──

A giant silver-white dragon, shrunk to half the size of an adult, lay lazily among the lush wall-creepers between the second and third floors of the house's exterior wall, sleeping soundly with its fat tail wrapped around it.

The thin wings drooped according to gravity, and a small protruding keel at the tip of the bone wing happened to fit perfectly into the wall-creeper's center of gravity, which allowed Isabella to sleep for so long without falling off.

From the curved tracks of the vines on the wall, it is not difficult to infer that Isabella was taking a nap on the small balcony by the window, and accidentally rolled down, landing right in the bush of wall-creepers.

After thinking about all this, Lancelot: "……………………"

A burst of blood rushed to the top of his head.

It's really angry and funny.

The elf tried hard to keep a straight face and make his expression more serious, so that he could reason with Isabella later and let her remember not to run around casually, which would make countless people heartbroken.

But the next second, the corners of his lips curved.

"Push."

There was a lightness in the elf's voice.

Just don't throw him away, just don't abandon him.

The gray haze that had lingered in the elf's heart all night suddenly disappeared.

The elf even blamed himself a little, feeling guilty for his misunderstanding that Isabella was going out with others and had forgotten about him.

He gently stretched out his hand to retrieve Isabella from the bushes and brought her indoors. He held her in his arms and carefully picked off the remaining leaves on her body.

The fat silver tail in his arms suddenly moved.

In her sleep, Isabella felt the familiar smell of food, the rich and sweet taste, which enveloped her like a tide in an instant.

The dragon lady suddenly became sensitive, and the tip of her tail wrapped around the elf's arm spontaneously and skillfully, then climbed up the arm and climbed to the elf's back.

Lancelot thought Isabella was awake, looked down, and suddenly laughed.

The little girl's sleeping face was particularly sweet, and she was not disturbed at all by the movement from the outside world.

Only the active tail seemed to be rolling in a pile of delicious candies. The tip of the tail flexibly formed a small circle, wrapping itself in the elf's soft and smooth blond hair.

Lancelot relaxed his body and allowed the dragon lady to wrap around him and do whatever he wanted.

Until she adjusted to the most comfortable position and continued to fall asleep.

The steady breathing of the little girl could be heard in my ears.

"zzzz, zzzz..."

Slept so sweetly.

Looking at Isabella's carefree sleeping face, the elf's eyes were as soft as water, and he felt that his heart was about to melt.

The big bed in front of me no longer looked as empty and empty as before. There were two pillows on the left and right, Isabella hugged her on the left and right, her whole body stretched carelessly in the center, occupying most of the bed.

It also occupies the heart of the elf.

Lancelot gently picked up the quilt and covered Isabella's milky white belly.

But the little girl never slept peacefully, and her hair was tightly entangled with the dragon's tail, so the elf couldn't go anywhere and could only sit by the bed.

The white fingertips slowly slid down from the horn on Miss Dragon's forehead. It didn't touch her skin, it just vaguely outlined her lines through the air.

Concern leads to chaos.

When he didn't find Isabella, Lancelot preconceptionally thought that she had forgotten to go home, but he ignored the characteristic that the dragons would hide their aura after falling into deep sleep.

Obviously I had a similar experience before.

But when Lancelot couldn't find Isabella, he would always panic subconsciously and couldn't calm down and think calmly.

"￥..."

The little girl muttered a few words, turned over and hugged the quilt on the side, and the tail wrapped around her hair was loosened. He rubbed his soft cheek on the pillow and fell asleep again.

Lancelot got up and planned to wash up.

After a busy night, it's time to go to bed early.

As soon as I stood up, I heard Miss Julong on the bed talking in a daze again, and she even stuck out her tongue and licked her lips.

The elf was curious, so he leaned over and raised his ears to pointy ears.

Then he heard Isabella shout clearly -

"elder brother."

elder brother?

The elf's smiling expression paused, and his face darkened instantly.

As far as he knew, in recent times, the only person who could be called "brother" by Isabella in such a sweet tone was the annoying rabbit in the Tower of Light.

elder brother……?

Ah. .