The reserve food raised is the Elf King

Until before going to bed at night, a certain elf who said "I'm just leaving for a while" never came back.

However, Lancelot has been busy with experiments recently and has come back in the middle of the night several times. Isabella will not wait for him every time.

Coupled with the thought of going to the library to continue reviewing tomorrow, Miss Julong suddenly became depressed.

At the end of the period, Longlong was depressed.

Her mind was empty, and she silently climbed into bed holding the pillow.

Isabella transformed back into the little dragon cub, with her tail coiled into a ball and lying softly on the left half of the bed. The right half was thoughtfully left mostly empty, waiting for Lancelot to come back and sleep.

After covering herself with the quilt and lying down obediently, Isabella always felt that something was not right, as if there was some fixed procedure that had not been completed.

So I habitually picked up my tail and pressed it on the back of my head as a pillow, lying on my back and looking at the ceiling.

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An idea struck.

The fat dragon on the bed jumped up suddenly, turned over and moved to the head of the bed.

He took out a bag of gold coins from the small drawer, carefully selected the brightest one, and wiped the non-existent dust on it with his paw.

"Crack click".

The sharp front teeth gnawed at each other.

"Ah, perfect!!!"

Isabella was instantly happy, finding a reason for her temporary confusion.

It turned out that I didn’t have late night snacks and felt unaccustomed to it.

I usually eat a few mouthfuls of elf hair, but today Lancelot is not here, so I can only settle for a small gold coin to satisfy my craving.

Even though I just ate a big meal on the elf, I probably won't be hungry until tomorrow morning. But Isabella was so greedy that she had to find some snacks to grind her teeth before she could sleep peacefully.

One second before going to sleep.

Isabella wondered vaguely whether she should look for new food as a meal replacement when she couldn't eat elves.

The taste of gold coins is too simple. After eating the most delicious elves, it seems that gold coins are very bland to chew.

But the elf is so busy every day that it is difficult to get even a daily hug. Isabella can only reluctantly chew on dry and boring gold coins.

Maybe...she can look forward to the little princess express mailed by Eric to her?

Fall asleep with sweet dreams.

In the middle of the night, a few soft murmurs sounded intermittently in the quiet room.

"Hehe... little princess, hehe... it's fragrant and tender, hehe..."

Miss Dragon was sleeping soundly in bed, with a suspicious sparkle on her lips.

"Suck it..."

It seems that I tasted delicious food in my dream.

When I woke up the next morning, Isabella climbed up ignorantly holding the quilt in her arms. She habitually looked to the side and saw that Lancelot was not in the bed.

I touched the pillow on my right side again and found it was cold.

I feel a little disappointed in my heart.

But the emotion was fleeting and quickly forgotten.

I don’t know if the elf left very early or if he didn’t come back last night.

"Did you do another experiment last night..."

Isabella muttered to herself curiously, thinking of Lancelot's face that looked like a good student, she instantly found a reasonable reason, and sighed, "A top student is really scary."

The feeling of loss disappeared immediately, leaving only the awe of the top student.

Miss Dragon never thought that it was her flapping on the carpet last night that scared the elf away.

She flicked her tail, rolled on the bed, and transformed into a human form.

While humming, he went to the cloakroom and changed into a red dress. After a while of tidying up, I finally picked up my small satchel at the door and jumped out.

"Clap."

The yard gate closed behind her, and the house fell silent again.

"Lily, good morning, did you sleep well last night?"

Outside the courtyard wall, Isabella's voice could be heard faintly, greeting Lydia who was waiting at the door.

The little girl's voice is full of energy, crisp and sweet.

"Hey, I slept until dawn last night. If I hadn't thought of you asking me to go to the market to buy a new breakfast today, I wouldn't be able to get up at all."

"..."

Along with a burst of laughter and laughter, the little girl's voice became farther and farther away.

Like a new-born golden bird, always carefree and pure. Flapping a pair of small wings, fluttering gently, he flew far, far away.

It was as if no worries would taint her mind.

No, not just annoyance.

Including people.

Maybe it never really entered her heart.

Lancelot stood quietly in the study on the third floor, the shadow of the curtains cast on the side of his face, making it difficult to see his expression.

He didn't sleep all night.

He was still wearing the white mage robe from yesterday, with a torn mark on the hem, the mark left by the dragon scales. Half of the clothes were hanging on the ground, almost mixed with the pure white carpet, like a forgotten rag.

Embarrassed, no longer elegant.

For the first time, the mysophobic elf ignored his own untidiness.

After fleeing in panic at first and hiding in the dark study for a long time, Lancelot gradually calmed down.

The source of his panic was not Isabella's careless touch.

The elf's ears are indeed his sensitive area, but if it's just the limbs, it won't cause such a big reaction under normal circumstances.

Lancelot is not a holy son who is too holy to accept any touch. When he fights monsters in the wild, he naturally cannot avoid all kinds of physical contact.

Every night when she goes to bed, Isabella will take the initiative to transform into a reduced-size dragon, often giving the elves the illusion that she is still a little cub. Even if she is a little clingy, it is just the nature of a cub to rely on adults.

The daily contact with Isabella, shoulder to shoulder and close to each other, was not unheard of.

But nothing like yesterday.

Sudden surprise.

Violently and unexpectedly, the elf who was addicted to the peaceful status quo was pulled back to the real world.

The little girl fell into his arms.

The tentacles are no longer cold and sharp scales, but skin smoother than silk, shimmering with a bright white light, like the rays of the morning sun reflecting off the boundless white snow.

Soft and light, like a cloud in the sky, but a little sweeter than a cloud.

She just sat in his arms.

There was no defense, and no thought of defense at all.

The huge tail almost lifted up the skirt, revealing two slender white legs. The pumpkin pants under her skirt were accidentally rolled up, and the skin on the sides of her thighs was looming.

Not expecting to see such a sight, Lancelot's eyes were caught off guard and hit the white patch of snow, like a pile of snow.

On top of the white snow, there is a small bright red mole.

Bright and bright, like an extremely alluring little hook, silent and unscrupulous, exuding irresistible beauty.

Lancelot stayed for a moment.

The reserve engraved in the bones and blood of the elf made him quickly look away.

But that flash of bright red seemed to have taken root in my mind, quickly growing into a tangled vine, entwining itself tightly in my heart.

"Plop, pop." His heart was about to pop out of his throat.

even more...

Lancelot raised his hand and lightly touched the corner of his lips with his cold white fingertips.

It seems that the soft touch of the bite still remains.

And the memory of my heart beating like thunder at that time.

Lancelot was never a fool. On the contrary, he was a genius magician that was admired and praised by all his classmates.

Even though he was panicked and confused at first, after calming down, the elf was not completely ignorant of his strangeness.

He is emotionally indifferent.

——Most elves are like this.

He has lived for too long, and often stays in the territory of Pudacino that only belongs to the elves. He rarely goes out, and his daily life is peaceful and peaceful. Among ordinary elves, even quarrels rarely occur.

As time goes by, the emotional ups and downs become more dull.

But this doesn't mean that he really knows nothing about feelings.

He knew his feelings for Isabella.

Maybe it’s not just about friends anymore.

Even if Isabella admitted to him personally at this moment that they were best friends, it would still be far from satisfactory.

He wants more.

more and more.

Unique and always the first priority, feelings.

So, being a friend is obviously not enough at this moment.

But what about Isabella?

As the bright red figure on the street got farther and farther away, the elf's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he lowered his eyelashes to cover his golden eyes.

It seemed as if it had been cruelly cut and broken by a sharp blade. Under the dark golden shadow, rich mithril slowly flowed.

Isabella, what do you think?

Perhaps the answer is obvious, but Lancelot still doesn't want to admit it.

As long as Isabella didn't say it herself, Lancelot subconsciously refused to believe it.

Even when the elf was clearly in a bad state yesterday and left in a hurry without returning all night, Isabella didn't care about his whereabouts.

Even though he was in the study room separated by a wall, she passed by him several times, but she never thought of opening the thin door to see if he was home.

He also wanted to find a suitable reason for Isabella.

Maybe I was too sleepy and tired from studying, so I went to bed directly. Maybe I'll think of looking for him tomorrow morning.

He can wait.

But the elf waited all night, and this morning it didn't go as he wished.

The dragon lady who usually talks about "I like Lance the most", "I want to be with you forever" and "We should never be separated" is the best at making witty remarks and a basketful of all kinds of nice and sweet words. A bunch of baskets were thrown out.

But he didn't even send him a simple Fetion message.

Lancelot suddenly remembered that he was still looking forward to Isabella's flying message in the morning, wanting to hear her energetic and cheerful voice, chat with him, or tell him that she missed him.

Like he missed her.

After not seeing her all night, he couldn't wait to see her.

But the unexpected touch last night made the elf feel uncontrollably shy, and for a moment he was embarrassed to take the initiative to appear in front of Isabella. He had to wait in a roundabout way and expectantly, waiting for Isabella to take the initiative to find him.

Anyway, the relationship between the two has always been like this.

If Isabella is so clingy to him, she will definitely come to him.

result--

Reality was like an ice blade, severely cutting open the elf's simple and shy heart.

Nothing at all.

There was no Fetion, no search, and even his name was not in the ditty he hummed all morning.

Lancelot finally had to admit it.

He may not be as important in Isabella's heart as he thought.

The rising sun was rising outside the window, but it couldn't shine inside the house.

The elf looked up again.

The red dress was extremely flamboyant and warm, disappearing at the end of the hillside.

He didn't even look back once.

Lancelot twitched the corners of his lips, turned around and left the study.