The reserve food raised is the Elf King

Hearing Isabella say that she was as happy as herself, the elf's mood became brighter and brighter.

It shows that she has him in her heart.

She was now sitting obediently on her body, defenseless, her whole body relaxed and allowed to be touched by him, her breath full of dependence and trust.

Lancelot liked this feeling.

He couldn't help but want more, wanted Isabella to always rely on him.

Depend on him with all your heart and soul.

"After next semester, I should move to the dormitory in the tutor area of ​​the Mage Tower." Lancelot said.

This area is a student dormitory. Lancelot was the ninth-grade prefect before and owned an independent house in the prefects' dormitory area.

There are good things and bad things about this house. The advantage is that the exterior walls can be planted with a variety of plants according to the elf's personal preferences, creating an atmosphere wrapped in the scent of the forest. And after becoming Isabella's guide, the two of them lived in this house together without being disturbed by any outsiders.

And the bad thing is...

Too close to some other people's houses.

Downhill and around a corner, you'll find Arthur's house.

When he thought about how he couldn't find Isabella every time he went home before, he would be able to find her right away as long as he went to Arthur's house to look for her.

The elf's eyes darkened.

But soon, the elf became happy again.

Now, he is about to move. After moving to the tutor area, he picked a house that was most suitable for two people to live in, which was better than the current house. Not only is it closer to the teaching area, but coincidentally, it's far away from Arthur's house.

Lancelot was familiar with Isabella's lazy temper.

She loves to play and make trouble, but is afraid of trouble. Sometimes because the distance is too far, I give up my travel plans and stay home as a peaceful home.

Then.

Just stay by his side.

When Lancelot thought of this, his eyes smiled even more.

Every morning the first ray of sunlight shines through the glass window on their bed. He would get up and close the small gap that had been accidentally left open in the curtains. The light in the room would dim again, and Isabella could continue to sleep for a while longer.

Then, he got up and went downstairs to prepare breakfast and clothes for today. When everything was ready, he went upstairs to wake up Isabella.

The two of them ate together and put on clothes of the same color. He also had to braid Isabella's hair, running his fingers through the soft and fluffy curly hair, braiding it into various beautiful styles every day.

Just thinking of this scene, Lancelot couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.

Isabella was immersed in the shock of "a student's parent becoming the head teacher". When she heard the elf said that she wanted to move, she nodded subconsciously.

Oh, move.

When you become a teacher, you have to move.

Ah, wait--! ! ?

move place?

So what does she do?

Isabella lowered her head and looked at the elf lying flat on the bed.

Just after he dropped the news so abruptly, he ended it without even mentioning where she would live next.

Isabella blinked, an indescribable emotion suddenly welling up in her heart. She actually felt...that the elf was going to abandon her.

Originally, at the end of the first grade, the relationship between the two guides and the new students had already come to an end. At that time, Isabella was still stalking her, acting coquettishly and pretending to be good, before the elf relented and agreed to let her continue to live here.

But now, if he was going to move away, there seemed to be no reason for her to continue moving there.

After all, that was the living area of ​​the tutors. As a junior student, she didn't even have a key card to enter.

Do not!

It is not in the dragon's character to be abandoned.

Only the great dragon abandons others!

And Lancelot is the most precious and delicious thing among all the treasures Isabella has stored. She will never abandon him no matter what!

The dragon lady sat astride the elf, her big tail stood upright, and she poked the elf in the belly.

"What will I do if you move here?"

The elf seemed surprised that Isabella would ask this question. He looked matter-of-factly and said with a gentle smile, "Of course you will continue to be with me."

Isabella hesitated: "Will the college agree?"

I have never heard of a student moving to live with his tutor.

"If it's you, of course there's no problem."

Isabella suddenly understood, puffed up her little chest and said proudly, "Of course, I am the great dragon lady. Dean Green has been very kind to me."

Lancelot smiled without explaining.

This matter was not mentioned by Mr. Green on his own initiative.

It was Lancelot who directly filled in the names of two people on the information form when he applied for the dormitory.

After all, the mentor lives with his or her partner.

It was a matter of course.

Although the relationship has not been confirmed yet, there is still a long time to come.

Isabella obviously liked him too.

So, they will definitely be together.

Isabella nestled on the elf for a while longer, lazily indulging in the fresh and delicious fragrance all over the elf, and almost fell asleep with her eyes half-opened.

Suddenly she woke up with a sudden jolt.

Almost forgot!

Although I decided to take a vacation for myself today, it was not a complete vacation. She still has work to do!

Isabella raised her chin: "Lance, I want to ask you a question, related to...well, related to the rules and regulations of the academy."

She hesitated, not sure if her idea was reliable.

Lancelot nodded gently, "You say."

"That's it, is it possible that the college has a greater say than the family?" Isabella said. She also thought it was a fantasy, and hurriedly added: "If not Never mind."

Lancelot really didn't understand, "What right of speech are you referring to?"

"Forehead……"

It's a bit hard to explain.

"That is, for example, when the college assigns students to do something, it has absolute priority."

Isabella didn't know what to say. She suddenly recalled that in her previous life, she had inquired about how when enrolling in college, every student was required to participate in military training and various extracurricular practices. If they did not participate, points would be deducted.

This devil-like mandatory task really made many people complain at the time. But they have to participate, and even parents, no matter how powerful they are, can't get the school to be accommodating.

But now that we are in the continent of Clavia, I wonder if there is such a thing as "mandatory participation in missions."

if so……

Isabella thought that she might be able to think of a way to hold Arthur back after the finals and prevent him from returning to King Sissel City to get engaged to Jenny.

Anyway, in the name of the academy, Arthur and Jenny's families can't do anything even if they are 10,000 reluctant.

Lancelot was known for his intelligence. After pondering for a moment, he unexpectedly understood the problem Isabella wanted to describe.

"Are you talking about...a mandatory mission?" The elf chose his words carefully.

Mandatory mission?

Isabella's eyes lit up, "Ah, yes! That's it."

Looking at the elf expectantly, "Is there any? Is there really a task that can make students reasonably stay away from home during the summer vacation, and parents can't refuse?"

Lancelot shook his head, "Theoretically no."

"The purpose of the existence of the college is to inspire and cultivate the talents of students, so that they can continue to make breakthroughs and become better versions of themselves. The ultimate benefit is to deliver outstanding talents with strong combat capabilities to the continent of the light camp, and to respect the free will of each student, regardless of It will limit their development direction in their respective fields. Therefore, even if the starting point is for the good of the students, the college will not force them to do things they do not want to do."

Isabella was immediately disappointed. She drooped her tail and sighed: "Ah..."

really.

The rules are different in different continents.

It seems that we can only find another way.

Seeing Isabella's serious expression, Lancelot asked, "What's wrong, Bella? Did you encounter any difficulties?"

"That's not..."

Isabella shook her head.

She picked the key points and told Lancelot the news that Arthur and Jenny were about to go home and get engaged.

After hearing this, the elf did not speak immediately.

He looked at Isabella quietly. The silver-white little dragon in front of him was half-lowering his head. His two little claws were tangled and intertwined. The sharp nails occasionally bumped together, making a subtle "click, click" sound.

"Is there no way..."

Isabella was a little frustrated.

"It's not completely impossible." The elf spoke softly, his golden eyes silently watching the expression on Isabella's face, "But I have a little doubt."

"Bella, why are you so reluctant to get Arthur engaged?"

In the first grade, Isabella occasionally complained to Lancelot about this human named Jeanne, but she never mentioned her again.

But now, she once again showed great resistance to Jenny.

Somewhat strange.

——This is not because Isabella hates a person, which makes Lancelot feel strange. He knew that Jenny had bullied Lydia, and Isabella wanted to express her dissatisfaction for Lydia, which was what she would do.

However, the timing was wrong.

Isabella is not someone who cares about insignificant passersby. Jenny has disappeared from her life for several years. According to Isabella's habit, she should have left this person behind without any memory. .

But unexpectedly, her dislike for Jenny was so clear.

unless……

It's because of other reasons.

It is not difficult for Lancelot to guess that the source of this reason is Arthur.

Isabella doesn't want Arthur and Jane to get engaged.

So who does she want Arthur to be with?

Lancelot opened his mouth slightly, barely able to control his emotions, and blurted out the question he just asked.

Fortunately, his precarious sanity limited him.

He forced a smile and hurriedly interrupted Isabella who was about to explain: "Forget it, this question is not very important."

The elf lowered his eyes and calmed down, "My method is to ask the dean of the Warrior Tower to take the initiative to negotiate with Arthur's family and say that Arthur is needed to participate in a mission. Usually, no matter how high their status is, human nobles , and will also give the dean a certain amount of face."

"Furthermore, this kind of task personally assigned by the dean must be extremely important. What the nobles value most is the honor and glory of the family. Compared with the less important engagement ceremony, it can allow the family to show the ability and ability of the next generation of heirs. The glorious mission is what they value most.”

Mentioning the glory of the family, a hint of coldness and slight ridicule suddenly flashed in the elf's eyes, which was quickly covered up by him.

Isabella only listened to the elf's words, and ignored the emotion in his expression that was not as gentle as usual for a moment.

"Croak, croak."

Isabella clapped happily, feeling that this method was great. Her eyes lit up again, and she immediately decided to get up and go out to find Dean Green, planning to save the country and convince him, and then convince the Dean of the Warrior Tower to bring Arthur to the rescue. Packed out successfully.

He was held down by the elf.

"I happen to be going to see Mr. Green tomorrow. I'll go talk to him then."

"Wow, Lance, you are so awesome! I love you so much! =3="

With that said, he flew into the Elf's arms.

The tail fell right into Lancelot's hand.

Soft and looks very inviting.

Lancelot hesitated.

As if being bewitched, he slowly stretched out his fingertips and gently poked Isabella's big tail.

A layer of scales grows densely on the outside, while the inner layer is not covered by scales, revealing soft milky white skin.

A gentle poke will reveal a shallow dimple.

Relax and quickly return to normal.

Poke again, and there is another small nest.

As if he was addicted to this activity, Lancelot actually enjoyed it and poked it several times.

Ms. Dragon: "..."

Lance was so weird today. He not only stayed in bed with her and wasted time, but also took the initiative to poke her for the first time.

Usually, those who like this kind of rua tail movement are usually Arthur's stupid goose.

The tail was poked again.

Itchy.

Isabella stirred.

I feel like I treat her like a rag doll.

Forget it.

Seeing as he helped himself out of big/trouble today, let him have some fun.

Isabella silently curled up her tail, changed it to a more suitable angle for being poked, and handed it to Lancelot's hand.

Reciprocity.

She can't take advantage of her every day.

The kind-hearted dragon owner thought in her heart that she would occasionally satisfy her family's desire to reserve food =3=.

Lancelot didn't know what Isabella was thinking about, he was caught in a subtle surprise.

It was like opening a new world. For the first time, Lancelot discovered that physical contact with another person was so interesting and enjoyable.

It was Isabella who usually pestered him, and because he had developed the habit of not wanting to interact with others since he was a child, he would always find various reasons to restrain the frequency of her pestering him.

But now...

The milky white skin has a hint of light pink, which makes the elf think of the dragon lady every time she turns into human form.

When he is unhappy, he will puff up his cheeks and stare into his big round eyes, with two clusters of bright flames burning in his bright pupils. Especially when she is so angry that she wants to spit fire, her cheeks will also turn a beautiful red color.

Little by little, it comes out from deep inside the skin.

Just like now, a thin layer of red dotted on top of the white snow.

Lancelot's thoughts wandered.

If, he means if...

If he poked the little girl's white and tender face, would it be like now, with a cute little dimple?

Matching the elf's height, his fingers are also long. The slender white fingers have clear joints and the fingertips are shiny and smooth without any lines. They are perfect like a work of art.

Now, this exquisite piece of art seems to have come to life uncontrollably, breaking away from the inherent limitations of the elf's thinking and having its own subjective thoughts.

That finger is slowly moving upward.

Cutting across the silver scales on the dragon's back, bypassing the pair of small wings that were folded obediently behind it, and then...

"Ow."

Isabella swallowed it in her mouth.

Like an ice cube wrapped in a warm flame, it melted into a puddle of mist in an instant.

Lancelot was so hot that he suddenly woke up from his daze.

He looked at the finger that was "out of control" and "running around on its own initiative", and then looked at Isabella who had his finger in her mouth.

There was a rare dullness in his eyes.

When Isabella transformed into her beast form, she chose a very small size so that she could use Lancelot's hair as a blanket and quilt every night. Therefore, the size of her entire head is now not even as big as an elf's palm.

When she opened her mouth, she barely held a finger in her mouth, which made her cheeks bulge, and there was a vague illusion that they were pushing against her throat.

She put away her sharp teeth and gently held a small finger with her lips. The silver-white horn on top of the head leaned back as it stretched its neck, and a dazzling light flashed across it.

He mumbled a "suck--" in his mouth.

The meat that was delivered to her door was really a test of Ms. Dragon's willpower.

Take a few licks quietly to satisfy your craving.

Miss Dragon was extremely happy with the licking. She couldn't help but curl her eyes in pleasure, and her tail behind her waggled a few times involuntarily.

After a long while, she reluctantly stuck out her fingers and smacked her lips with unfinished meaning.

Blinking his big eyes, his foggy blue eyes were clear and translucent, like the purest and innocent lake in the mountain stream, reflecting the elf's own shadow.

Reflecting his expressions ranging from confusion to shock to disbelief.

Oh my God, what is he doing!

Lancelot recalled his thoughts just now and actually wanted to touch Isabella's face.

He, he, how could he just fantasize about touching a girl’s face! ! !

Even though Isabella is the person he likes, the elf has a very strong sense of principle and will never allow the thought he just had before the relationship is confirmed.

It's simply, simply... too much.

The wet feeling left on the fingertips covered the entire knuckles with glitter. Just a glance at it in panic makes people feel hot all over.

The elf's face suddenly turned red, and he suddenly picked up Isabella and put her on the bed, then turned over and wanted to leave.

He needs to wake up.

Reflect on what you have done.

Isabella saw the elf's escape behavior which was like "repeating his old tricks", and she didn't know why he was suddenly convulsed.

Didn’t you say there’s no need to rush things in the laboratory now?

Isabella tilted her head in confusion and looked at the blond elf who was hurriedly putting on his shoes and preparing to leave the room. Her soft, fat and cute tail suddenly grew in size.

"Swish".

Just a second before the elf opened the door and went out, the big tail quickly hugged the elf and dragged the elf back to the bed.

Miss Dragon didn’t know that wild beasts on the grassland had a similar bad mentality by teasing their prey before hunting. Giving the frightened little prey hope of survival, and then personally breaking the prey's hope when it was about to escape at the last second.

She didn't realize that her subconscious really regarded Lancelot as prey.

After seeing the elf being brought back to the bed, Isabella slowly retracted her tail and turned into a small, cute, fair and chubby appearance.

She hugged the tail and rested her chin on the non-scaled side of the tail, lying next to the elf.

Blinking his big watery eyes, he asked curiously: "Lance, what were you running for just now?"

She grabbed a handful of blond hair with her little paws and put it in her palm. Isabella didn't look up, so she didn't notice the elf's red face.

She asked slowly, "Is there something urgent to deal with?"

Lancelot was a little confused after being hit, and it took him a long time to react.

Obviously, Isabella failed to stop him when he left last time, but this time...

The elves don't know that hunters are born with extremely high agility in order to hunt the most delicious food. Especially for the dragon clan, the most ferocious among the beast clan, Isabella's speed is basically not matched by any race on the entire continent.

She usually looks slow, but it's really just because she's lazy.

"..."

Seeing Lancelot's delay in answering, Isabella reluctantly put down her blond hair, which had turned into a messy braid, and raised her head casually.

His eyes were suddenly surprised: "Hey, Lance, why is your face so red! Are you sick?!"

As he spoke, he instantly transformed into a human form.

The animal shape made it difficult to detect changes in body temperature, so Isabella wanted to touch the elf's forehead to see if he had a fever.

A fair and slender wrist stretched out in front of his face, about to touch his forehead. Lancelot's eyes seemed to be burned, his whole body trembled slightly, and he quickly turned his head to avoid Isabella's hand.

With quick eyes and hands, he quickly picked up the pillow beside him and placed it between the concerned little girl and himself.

Isabella: "..."

What's going on here?

A sick child throws a tantrum and refuses parents to care about his condition?

Isabella was extremely confused. Now she felt more and more that Lancelot seemed a little weird...well, really weird.

"Lance, don't hide your illness and avoid medical treatment. If you are sick, we will go to a doctor for treatment."

Isabella said seriously.

She did some rough calculations on her fingers and found that the elf had been blushing significantly more recently than before. I blush easily. Sometimes my cheeks will turn red even just sitting at my desk writing.

Must be sick.

Lancelot: "………………"

After a while, the elf spoke slowly, his voice slightly hoarse, "Bella, I'm fine. I just..."

He couldn't find a reason for a while.

The elves are not good at lying, which now became an obstacle for him to conceal his abnormality.

After stammering for a few seconds, Lancelot had an idea flash in his mind, "It's just that summer is here, and I get a little hot easily."

热？

Isabella looked out the window and then into the room.

It's midsummer now, and it's true that it's a little hot outside... But the problem is that every dormitory in the college is equipped with a magic circle to regulate the constant temperature, which is the most suitable temperature for the owner of the house to live.

Feeling hot?

Ah, is this possible?

Isabella suddenly thought that maybe it wasn't the temperature in the room that was hot, but that she was too hot. Miss Dragon has a very clear understanding of her own body temperature. After all, she is a fire-breathing dragon, and her body temperature has always been higher than that of ordinary people.

Thinking back to the previous times when Lancelot blushed, it seemed to be related to her.

Isabella nodded solemnly and said, "I understand, it should be my body temperature that affects you."

Isabella's body temperature has indeed been a little high recently. This has not happened in previous years. She asked Eric about this, and the reply he got was: She is now growing, and when the dragon flames in her body condense, it will cause the body surface temperature to rise.

So it's not a big deal.

When she fully evolves into adulthood, these little problems will disappear automatically.

However, there was one thing Eric didn't tell Isabella.

Because they live in eggs for too long, the cub and juvenile stages of the dragon tribe are actually not very long. The fact that her body temperature is getting higher now indicates that she is about to enter adulthood.

After the orcs enter adulthood, they will have a long or short... estrus period.

Eric always regarded his sister as a child, and felt that it was really embarrassing to bring up the topic of "having sex" in front of such innocent and lovely children.

So, I omitted this paragraph very "considerately".

Isabella hugged her knees and moved back a short distance, and then transformed out of desperation. A small section of nightgown was pressed under the elf's arm, and she pulled it out very carefully.

"Then during this period, we should maintain a social distance of about half a meter."

Isabella visually checked the length of Lancelot's hair. A half-meter distance would not affect her eating, so she nodded with satisfaction, "This way, you won't always blush."

Lancelot: "..."

He shot himself in the foot.

The elf just wanted to punch himself in the head!

Really, if you can't lie, don't lie randomly. Now, Isabella doesn't even want to get close to him.

"No, Bella..." The elf tried to pull Isabella's sleeve, but she avoided it very quickly.

With a kind-hearted expression on her face, Isabella said solemnly: "I am doing this for your own good. You are always blushing and your mood is not stable. This is not a good state."

Lancelot was reluctant to make this decision.

Although he was not used to taking the initiative to touch Isabella, he really didn't want Isabella to be so far away from him.

That would make him feel like he could never catch her.

Lancelot tried to argue, "I'm fine. Blushing can actually be controlled."

The little girl shook her head seriously: "No, I have to consider your health."

"So, we made an agreement. Until the end of the summer, ah no, I should say, until my temperature returns to the normal range, we will both stay half a meter apart."

Lancelot still wanted to fight to the death, so he had to fight for sleeping at night, "But we have to sleep together at night. Do we have to be half a meter apart? What if our bed is not so big in the future?" "

The elf stared at Isabella with bright eyes. If she dared to nod and say "yes", he would immediately change the big bed in the tutor's dormitory into a small single bed.

There was a trace of struggle in Isabella's eyes.

yes...

What to do when sleeping, she rolls around easily at night.

Ah right!

The clever Ms. Dragon had an idea!

"I have an idea!"

The little girl grinned triumphantly.

When Lancelot took a closer look, Isabella was nowhere to be seen.

There was a commotion in the quilt, and after a while, a silver-white dragon crawled out from the corner of the quilt. Its body was only the size of a newly hatched chick, and only as long as two knuckles of Lancelot.

Their eyes met, Lancelot said: "..."

Isabella felt that she was so smart. She laughed and said, "I almost forgot, I can change my size freely now!"

"Now, even if you roll around at night, it won't affect you!"

Isabella bared her snow-white teeth, each one so fine and small that they were not even the size of a grain of rice.

She said, "Lance, am I smart?"

Lancelot: "...Haha."

You are such a clever guy.