The reserve food raised is the Elf King

"Did you sleep well last night, little one?"

Early in the morning, Arthur was already waiting outside the gate fence.

The young man was dressed in a smart outfit, holding a bag of cute pink stewed milk in his mouth, which was in sharp contrast to the dark and majestic epee on his back.

Isabella rolled herself into a ball and Gululu rolled down the stairs.

The voice was weak: "Not good."

"what happened?"

Arthur asked curiously, picking up the silver dumplings on the ground and holding them in his arms.

Isabella bared her fangs, put her head on Arthur's neck, and sneered: "Desire is not enough."

ah?

The smile on Arthur's face froze: "..."

Is this what a child should say?

He raised the cub to his face and looked at it carefully.

Use an exaggerated expression to explore whether she is an old monster wearing a cub's skin.

"Snapped!"

Isabella patted his arm with her tail, "Put away the thoughts in your head."

After speaking, his ears twitched slightly.

There was a gentle sound of clothes rubbing behind her, like petals falling in the warm wind.

She paused for a moment.

He put his soft tail back on, wrapped it around Arthur, and said coquettishly: "I'm so hungry."

Arthur suddenly realized, "Oh - let's go have breakfast quickly."

He heard Senior Lancelot mention yesterday that Isabella was not very proficient in using Common Language and often made wrong word choices.

It's truly astonishing.

"Arthur, leave Miss Bella to me."

After Lancelot checked out, he returned to the room to pick up the cub and went downstairs, only to find that the room was empty and there was no sign of the baby dragon in the basket.

My heart is tight.

Thinking she was having fun again and ran away.

Fortunately, I felt relieved when I heard her talking to Arthur downstairs.

"Ah, good senior..."

Just as Arthur was about to agree, the young dragon clung to him, grabbed his cocked fur, nimbly climbed to the top of his head and lay down.

Isabella: "No, I want to play with you!"

hiss--! !

Going bald.

Arthur's facial features were distorted, which showed how much effort Isabella had used.

He reached out in retaliation and pinched the cub's soft tail.

It feels great in the hand.

"Senior, otherwise, let Bella stay on top of me."

He has a younger sister of about the same age at home, so he is very skilled at playing with Isabella.

Lancelot said nothing, looking at the cub above the young man's head.

But the cub deliberately avoided his eyes.

He raised his hand and pursed his lips subconsciously, as if he wanted to say something.

Finally, I put it down empty.

"it is good."

-

Kingdom of Sissel.

The main city of Clavia.

When Isabella stepped out of the teleportation array, the first thing she saw was the white city gate covered with ice and snow.

Tall and majestic.

It also has traces left by ancient times.

finally reached!

Most of the plot in the original book begins in this magical city.

Adventure, magic, fantasy and bravery.

Along the way, Isabella discovered that the magic system and racial settings of this world were richer than any holographic game she had played before.

Western fantasy fans are ecstatic!

There is a direct teleportation array set up outside the city gate specifically for college students. Today is the last day of rest, and the waiting line for the teleportation array is particularly long.

Isabella and three others lined up.

Lancelot changed back into the academy mage's robe. The pure white robe was embroidered with delicate green vine patterns. From bottom to top, it looked particularly vibrant and very in line with the characteristics of the elves.

In comparison, Arthur looks like a huge, bloated bear.

He is a human and does not have the racial talent of the elves who are not afraid of the cold.

Isabella lay unceremoniously on the head of Arthur's bird's nest, shouting "It's your honor to be my mount!" while huddled in the hood and looking around.

The entire main city is shrouded in a halo of magic as white as snow. On the top of every building is a golden glow with flame patterns, symbolizing that the fire of light will never go out.

"The flame pattern is the family emblem of Lord Clavia. The previous Lord was once the tutor of the Prophecy Department of the Tower of Light, so the architectural style of the entire main city will have elements of the sun, moon and stars."

Noticing Isabella's gaze on the top of the tower, Lancelot took the initiative to introduce her.

Isabella glanced at him.

When his eyes glanced at the golden hair on the elf's shoulder, he paused for a moment, then without saying a word, he retracted into Arthur's hood.

He also used his claws to pull the brim of his hat tightly to block outside light.

Refuse to communicate!

Lancelot pursed his lips and was not discouraged: "It is winter now, and the buildings in the main city are all white. In summer, they will become colorful. Sometimes you can pick small mushrooms from the walls of residential areas. .”

He tried to make his words lively and interesting, trying to attract the cub's attention.

And Isabella had been huddled in her cloak, braiding Arthur's stupid hair.

He seemed to be very focused, just short of writing "I will ignore you!" written on his face.

The elf looked down at the empty basket. He didn't understand what was happening.

It was obviously fine before going to bed.

But today...

Arthur is as quiet as a chicken, a silent mobile tool man.

Until Lancelot entered the teleportation formation first, he was one step behind and asked belatedly: "Did you quarrel with the senior?"

No matter how sluggish his nerves were, he realized that the atmosphere between the two people had become wrong since early in the morning.

"No."

"Then-" Why ignored the elf, "He messed with you?"

"You didn't mess with me."

"Oh, you messed with him."

Isabella punched him and was speechless, "Are you a pig?"

"Tell me, what's going on with you two today? This is the first time I've seen Senior Lance look so overwhelmed."

"He's at a loss?"

Isabella wrinkled her nose and snorted: "I think he is very good!"

However, Isabella has a very straightforward personality and is not someone who can hold back her words.

At this moment, taking advantage of the client's absence, he couldn't hold back and complained wildly: "Last night we agreed that we should sleep together, and he agreed on his own initiative! As a result, he sat and read a book all night, and I woke up twice. , he is still reading!"

Read, read, read!

I would rather read that crappy book than look at me!

Mad!

Isabella refused to admit that her coquettish and cute appearance was not as good as a boring magic book.

And what makes her angry is not only the frustration of her self-esteem, but also a more important reason——

Lancelot failed to do what he promised himself.

She was so excited that she waited all night.

There was an indescribable grievance, being let down, but others didn't take it seriously at all.

But the dragon's pride prevented Isabella from admitting her grievances, and she simply vented all the accumulated emotions in her heart, trying to look fierce.

Isabella had an intuition that Lancelot would always avoid physical contact with her.

I didn't notice it before, but after accumulating it more times, it was obvious that he was pushing three and blocking four.

why?

Do you hate her?

Arthur embodies the commonality of most straight men in this regard, and does not understand Isabella's anger at all.

He said puzzledly: "Senior loves reading books very much..."

The person who loves learning the most in the entire college is not just a casual comment.

"Let's focus on the key points, please!"

Isabella stepped on his foot and screamed every word: "He said, yes, he wants to get up and sleep together! Do you understand!!"

Arthur: "………………"

He whispered: "I don't understand."

Straight man of steel.

Arthur scratched the back of his head and stepped into the teleportation array.

He was honest and sincere: "I suggest you talk to Senior Lance."

"Hey, what's there to talk about?"

"Talk about what you think of him, or what he thinks of you? At least let him know what he did wrong that made you angry."

"..."

Arthur gave Isabella advice in a familiar way.

Lydia used to have a bad temper and didn't like to talk, so he always guessed what she was thinking.

So he summed up an experience——

Some misunderstandings may not be intentional, and the problem can be solved by talking.

There is no problem in this world that cannot be solved.

"Senior should be doing this task for the first time, and the target is a little cub like you who doesn't know anything. It's not easy for him." Arthur continued to say good things for Lancelot.

"What's wrong with the cub?" Isabella was quick to respond and clenched her fists in protest.

Then he brought the focus back to the topic and asked doubtfully: "What is the mission you are talking about?"

"Guide, didn't he explain it to you?"

Isabella looked confused.

He vaguely rummaged through his memory and said, "Oh, indeed, he said he was my guide."

Lancelot did say that when he introduced himself when they first met.

But at that time, Isabella was too busy staring at the golden hair of "Angel" to remember what he said.

Arthur: "Every school year above fifth grade has the opportunity to apply for the task of being a guide. After completing it, you can get a lot of points. However, it is not a compulsory task for graduation, so usually those who do this task are either really willing to help others. Or if you don’t have enough other points, use this task to make up the difference.”

To be honest, Arthur felt that Lancelot didn't fit into any of those categories.

He is a well-known laboratory geek in the college.

From Arthur's human perspective, this 2,000-year-old elf has never even had time to fall in love, devoting all his time to various magic experiments. Occasionally, my free time entertainment is to go to the dueling arena to play games.

While smiling like a spring breeze, he used a water magic ball larger than a human to smash his opponent's teeth all over the floor.

too frightening.

Arthur was still frightened and swallowed, "However, I feel that the senior cares about you."

"……real?"

"Of course, my intuition is very accurate!"

It occurred to me that the original book did say that Arthur's super-accurate intuition was one of his golden fingers.

Isabella hesitated.

But then I thought about it, if it was just a mission, did he care about the mission, or did he care about her?