The reserve food raised is the Elf King

I was thinking of having a dinner party for four people, including an elf who loves vegetarian food. Isabella and the others booked a restaurant that could satisfy the tastes of different races.

But now there are only three people left——

"BBQ!" x3

in unison.

Arthur: "Hahaha! That's right! There's no reason in the world to eat without meat!"

Isabella cheered, jumped up and gave Arthur a high-five, and said happily: "Yes, yes, Arthur understands me best! Lance only knows how to restrict my diet!! Damn it!"

However, as soon as these words came out, Arthur suddenly took his hand back.

"Senior Lance is doing this for your own good. You always eat too much at the barbecue restaurant. Even if you don't eat leafy vegetables, you should still eat potatoes, carrots and the like occasionally."

Isabella: "???"

Her eyes widened in shock: "Arthur, are you crazy?"

For a moment, I felt that Arthur was possessed by Lancelot, and his expression was exactly the same when he was nagging and educating people.

Arthur was speechless: "Hey... I'm here for you, senior. Look at our lovely Lily. She also drinks a bowl of milk every day before going to bed to supplement her nutrition."

Lidya took a step back quietly: "...Don't take me with you if you two quarrel, thank you!!"

She also thought Arthur was having a seizure.

Having convulsions means——

To be beaten.

really.

"Snapped!"

There was a crisp sound, and the next second, a long and thick red mark appeared on Arthur's left cheek, as if he had been slapped hard by some invisible big tail.

The skill that Miss Dragon recently learned is to complete the rapid transformation from human form to dragon to human form in one second, so that she can beat people more conveniently and quickly without being seen.

After all, hitting someone with your fist will hurt yourself. But if you use that mighty big tail, only the other party will be hurt.

whee().

Unexpectedly, the first try of the new skill was used on Arthur.

But Isabella was not guilty at all.

She caressed the hem of her skirt lightly, blew a breath and pretended to blow away the non-existent dust, then slowly raised her head, squinted her eyes and smiled: "Some people really don't want to be beaten for three days, and they just want to fuck their aunt." Jump up and down."

Even if Lancelot nags her about being a picky eater, Arthur dares to say the same thing!

Doesn’t that mean you deserve a beating?

Arthur: "………………"

The cat-eyed boy silently rubbed the side of his face where he had been beaten, not caring about the bright red mark. Anyway, warriors have always been rough-skinned and thick-flesh, and the marks on their faces will probably disappear before entering the barbecue restaurant.

Ugh.

He shouldn't talk too much.

I wanted to say something nice for senior Lance and promote a harmonious relationship between the newly developed young lovers, but unexpectedly, Isabella was completely different from him.

He got a beating for no reason.

But it seems that Isabella has a big misunderstanding of Senior Lance. If these two people fall in love, they will probably quarrel easily.

Arthur suddenly became obsessed with his old father's mentality, and looked at Isabella with a faint look of worry.

He believed without exaggeration that he had watched Isabella grow up. It was the first time that the younger daughter fell in love, and she fell in love with such a good partner who was envied by everyone. Of course, they couldn't alienate each other because of quarrels and misunderstandings.

But how should he persuade Isabella?

At this time, Isabella had already pulled Lydia, and the two of them walked to the front of the street. When they turned around, they suddenly met Arthur's loving and caring eyes.

Isabella: "????"

There was an inexplicable chill behind me.

Isabella stopped, raised her hand hesitantly, and touched Arthur's forehead with the back of her hand.

The temperature is normal.

She asked extremely seriously: "Arthur, are you really okay?"

Arthur rubbed his face, "What do you think of Senior Lance... Oh, forget it, I won't ask."

I originally wanted to ask Isabella what she thought of her relationship with Lancelot.

But Arthur suddenly remembered that only Lancelot shared the news with him unilaterally, and Isabella never mentioned it even once.

just in case……

Well, he meant just in case.

What if the love interests of the dragon clan are not one-to-one?

Arthur suddenly remembered that many races on the mainland were polyandrous. If the dragon tribe was also like this, then he really shouldn't ask too much.

As a little fan of the elf senior, Arthur thought sadly: Oh, poor senior Lance.

"..."

While eating, Arthur seemed to be back to normal again, not opening or closing his mouth to say "Senior Lance".

Isabella breathed a sigh of relief.

Having someone like Lancelot controlling her was enough of a headache, but if there was another one, she might as well run away from home.

The sizzling barbecue was rolling evenly, and the three of them were all staring at the shiny food on the baking sheet, when they heard Arthur suddenly say:

"My engagement with Jenny may have to be postponed."

"……what!?"

Lidya didn't seem to hear clearly. She hesitated for two seconds and suddenly screamed, her voice twice as loud as usual, "You... um, why were you delayed?"

Isabella was not surprised at all. She even curled up the corners of her mouth and smiled. She quickly flattened the corners of her mouth and pretended not to know anything. She also asked, "Yes, yes, why was it delayed?"

Arthur glanced at Isabella funny, breaking her pretentious expression, "You don't know what you did?"

Isabella: "?"

hmmmm?

Did Lancelot sell her? !

Lydia also turned her head and asked doubtfully: "Bella?"

Arthur was not angry at all, and continued: "Your Excellency Sorens came to me specifically this morning and said that there will be a task in the next two days that is higher than what the college usually issues to students. He hopes that I can participate. Ah, don't just watch. My meat is ready."

As he spoke, he picked up the iron rack next to the baking pan and skillfully served the two ladies food.

After dividing a plate of barbecue and grilling fresh ones, Arthur continued:

"His Excellency Sorens also said that he has written home for me to inform me of the importance of the task. If I can participate in it, even if I don't make much contribution, I will receive the Honorary Knight Award from King Sissel." .”

"Knight of Honor?"

Lydia's eyes widened in surprise.

She had heard of this title, which was equivalent to the title of a baron. Although it is small, it is already a very good reward for a noble second son like Arthur who is still in school and has no achievements.

"Is this mission particularly dangerous?"

The cat girl looked at Arthur worriedly, her lips opened and closed hesitantly a few times, and finally closed silently.

Because she knew that Arthur would definitely not miss such a rare opportunity to experience.

Sure enough, she heard Arthur say, "It's very challenging, but not life-threatening."

Lidya calmed down: "..."

Isabella doesn't care about issues like danger or not. Arthur is the only and unshakable male protagonist in this book. No matter how many setbacks and hardships he suffers, the final result is that he continues to become stronger.

All she cared about was the engagement.

So he couldn't wait to confirm: "Then you don't have to go back to get engaged?"

Arthur: "Yes, I have to stay there until I complete the mission, so naturally I need to postpone the wedding."

He paused and looked into Isabella's big foggy blue eyes: "Don't you already know this?"

Isabella immediately pretended to be stupid: "Eh? Ah? What did you say?"

"I don't know anything?"

Arthur was amused by Miss Dragon's shameless refusal to admit it.

He said, "I asked Mr. Sorens why he chose me to do this task. He said that Senior Lance recommended me to Mr. Green. As for why he recommended me, Mr. Sorens's original words were, 'Because I am Miss Isabella's best friend.'"

Thinking back to the last time, Isabella reacted so much to the news that he was getting engaged. Not only did she beat him up, but she also threatened that she didn't want to see him.

Arthur figured out the cause and effect of the whole thing without even using his brain.

Isabella: "..."

She still wanted to struggle to her death, but Arthur shrugged indifferently and smiled brightly: "But having said that, you made this happen, which makes me relieved."

"I actually don't really want to get engaged to Jenny. Although Jenny said she was willing to help me, it is a lie after all and will not become true."

Isabella/Lydia: “…”

The two of them looked at each other and decided not to make any further comments on the matter of "Jenny was helping."

Lydia quietly leaned into Isabella's ear and whispered: "Thank you, Bella."

"What's the point? I couldn't stand her either."

The two little girls whispered quietly, and Arthur, who was opposite him, diligently flipped the barbecue and continued: "Oh, by the way, Senior Lance is also going on this mission. Bella, I didn't finish talking to you in the garden just now. Yes, that’s it.”

Isabella was surprised: “Eh——??”

Lancelot is going too!

Isn't that—

Isabella quickly asked: "What kind of mission is this? How long will it take? Can you take me with you?"

Arthur shook his head, "You can ask the senior about this when he gets home. It's not easy for me to make decisions."

Arthur thoughtfully wanted to create more opportunities for Lancelot to talk. Otherwise, when the two of them go out to do this task, they don't know how long it will take to come back. If what he said now is not clear and misunderstanding occurs between the young lovers, he will make a big mistake.

-

After returning home in the afternoon, Isabella found that Lancelot had not returned.

She waited and waited, jumping up and down at home anxiously, standing by the window and constantly looking out.

But there was never the golden figure of the elf.

There was no reply even to the Fetion letter sent out. It may be because the conversation was in the dean's office and he was automatically blocked from the office.

"No wait!"

Isabella slammed the table and decided to go to the dean's office to find Lancelot.

But when she arrived at Mr. Green's office, the fat old man was the only one there.

"Lance? He left my place very early and said he was going home to prepare things for the trip."

Lord Green looked at Isabella with a smile, "Do you need me to help you find him?"

Isabella hesitated, "Do you know where he is?"

"I can't completely grasp the position of every student, but if it's Lance..." Mr. Green took out the key to the cloud laboratory in his pocket, and drew a light trace of magic on his fingertips.

"Ah, sure enough, the laboratory is in use. The one who can use the cloud laboratory at this time should be Lancelot."

"Cloud laboratory?"

When Isabella heard the location, she immediately jumped up from the chair in the office.

"Thank you, Dean! I'm leaving now!"

He waved his hand and ran away in a flash.

Mr. Green sat behind the huge desk, touched his white beard, and said with a smile: "The relationship between the two little guys is really good..."

……

This is the first time for Isabella to come to the cloud laboratory.

No matter what the circumstances, she had never come here to find Lancelot before.

When we arrived at the entrance of the tower, there was no guard at the door. There was only a suspended transparent flat magic circle with a trace of a key in the middle hollow.

Isabella quickly took out her storage ring from the collar around her neck, lowered her head and rummaged for a while before finding the key in a dusty corner.

She swallowed and carefully placed the key on the magic circle.

The next second, two huge tower doors opened slowly to both sides.

Not a sound came out.

Isabella: "..."

The surrounding environment was silent, and even the cheerful chirping of birds in the distant woods faded away at this moment. There is a faint trace of water vapor in the air, which is colorless and odorless, but it makes the slightly hot summer temperature drop by ten degrees.

Stepping onto the first floor of the laboratory and lightly stepping on the first floor tile, Isabella felt enveloped in a low pressure, and her ears were so silent that she could only hear her own heartbeat.

The temperature in the cloud laboratory is very low.

Although it is not so cold that it makes people shiver, it makes people feel inexplicably that all their emotions and desires are abandoned at this moment, and there is only endless mysterious academic and magical research in their eyes.

Concentrate on academics and have no desires or desires.

This is really out of place for a low-school girl who only knows how to fish in troubled waters.

——Woooooo, so she really doesn’t want to come to any laboratory.

It felt like she was insulting academics just by breathing the air here.

Isabella swallowed again, resisted the urge to turn around and leave immediately, and walked up the stairs bravely.

The lights in most of the labs below are dim, indicating that they are not currently being used.

Until we reached the upper level near the top of the tower, we came to a huge platform where there were two rooms with lights on.

"Which room is Lance?"

Isabella stopped and chewed her fingernails subconsciously. After thinking for a moment, she chose the room in the middle. When she walked to the door, she found that the door was not closed.

"...Would you like to go in and take a look?" Isabella said to herself hesitantly, "Let's take a look. I just have to make sure to control my paws and not move them."

Isabella carefully opened the door and entered. When she looked up, a huge laboratory appeared in front of her.

In the center of the laboratory, there was a very complex magic circle floating in the air, with various symbols and patterns painted on it that Isabella could not understand at all.

Isabella looked numb: "Excuse me."

It makes no sense, this magic circle was made by Lancelot.

He was also so powerful that he could cast thousands of short magic spells at a glance. And then combined with each other...

Isabella discovered that the only thing she could understand currently was the color of the magic circle.

The outer ring is blue and the inner ring is red.

Red is gradually enveloped and swallowed by blue. The rage spread outward again and again, trying to find a way out. But it failed again and again, and was swallowed up by the lukewarm blue again.

Isabella frowned subconsciously, always feeling that the struggling look of those red lights made her slightly uncomfortable.

However, the third grade courses are relatively basic and have not yet learned such complex and changeable magic circles. Isabella didn't know what the red and blue on this magic circle meant, so she glanced at it casually and forgot about it.

After gently closing the door, Isabella looked around and decided to choose the door on the left to try.

Turns out the door was locked.

I pushed it but couldn't push it away.

Probably not inside.

Isabella was about to give up, when she turned around and saw a light flashing in front of her eyes through the glass door.

"what?"

She turned around, stood up on tiptoes and leaned on the door to take a look inside.

Only then did he discover that there was a window that opened outwards against the wall of the laboratory, and next to the window was a golden telescope.

The telescope is mounted on a half-person-high tripod and can be adjusted at will according to the direction and height.

"Ah, what a beautiful telescope." Isabella roughly guessed the direction the window was facing, and said with surprise: "It seems that you can see the library from here! Beyond the library is the direction of the Forbidden Forest... "

At this point, Isabella's eyes lit up and she was gearing up to plan, "Next time I will ask Lance to lend me this telescope to play with. I want to see if the unicorn mother in the Forbidden Forest has given birth to a new baby." Egg, hehe."

After excluding the two laboratories, only the last one on the right remains.

Isabella walked over.

Sure enough, the door was unlocked.

She opened the door and was about to call Lancelot's name.

Suddenly, he discovered a golden figure lying on the ground in the center of the laboratory. He was lying on the cold ground, with thick long hair covering most of his body, and only a small delicate profile of his face was exposed from the gap between his arms.

It's Lancelot.

Isabella was shocked and quickly ran over to help the elf up.

She raised her hand and touched the side of the elf's face, and her wits were frozen.

“Hiss—it’s so cold!”

It's comparable to the ice that freezes underground for a whole month in winter.

The light in the laboratory was not too bright, but Isabella could clearly see that the elf looked very unhappy at the moment.

The entire face was much paler than usual, and the blood on the thin lips faded away, glowing with a lifeless white color, as if the entire person's energy had been drained.

Isabella tried to pick up Lancelot, and was stunned when her tentacle touched his arm. She was surprised to find that there was not much magic left in the elf's body that should have been abundant at this moment.

"Lance, wake up? What's going on with you..."

Isabella anxiously touched the elf's forehead and checked his limbs, but there were no scars on the exposed parts, and it was impossible to tell what was wrong with the elf.

A look of confusion flashed across the little girl's face, not knowing what to do next.

As a giant dragon, she had never been injured, so she naturally didn't know what to do if other races fell into a coma without external injuries.

"Ah, by the way, I'm going to find Francis!"

Isabella suddenly remembered that Francis was from the Tower of Light. He had performed various light spells on her before, and there must be some magic that could cure injuries.

As he spoke, he lifted Lancelot up in his arms.

As soon as she bent down, her wrist was suddenly held.

The elf's voice was low, as if he couldn't see the person in front of him clearly: "...Bella?"

Isabella said in surprise: "Lance, are you awake? How are you? Where do you feel uncomfortable? I'll take you to see Francis."

A series of words came out of his mouth.

Noticing that the elf frowned slightly, Isabella thought that her loud voice had disturbed him, so she quickly lowered her voice and shut up.

The elf released his hold on Isabella's hand and slowly sat up with support on the floor behind him, "I'm fine, I just fell asleep."

"Asleep!? How is that possible!"

Isabella was about to retort, but when she saw the elf's face being so pale that it was almost transparent, she quietly shut up again.

Lancelot slowly showed a comforting smile and touched the side of Isabella's face, "We Bella are so smart, we can't hide anything from you. Indeed, I didn't control the time when I was doing the experiment just now. I consumed a little too much magic, so I suddenly fell asleep."

This explanation seems more reasonable.

But Isabella still vaguely felt that something was wrong.

She asked hesitantly: "Is it just excessive consumption of magic?"

The elf smiled gently, and his beautiful golden eyes were filled with soft light. Invisibly, it made people feel like they were floating in the gentle warm wind, and their minds slowly calmed down.

He nodded, "Yes, I accidentally overdosed today because I was thinking about going out to do a task soon and worried that the progress of the experiment would be delayed for too long."

...This explanation seems more reasonable.

Lancelot sat half-sitting on the ground, gently raised his hand, and hugged the worried little girl in front of him, his arms weakly wrapped around her back, and softly comforted: "Bella, I made you worry about me. , I’m sorry. This kind of thing will definitely not happen again next time.”

Isabella followed his strength and rested her head on the elf's neck.

For the first time, he had no thought of eating, but said seriously: "You promise?"

The elf nodded, "Yes, I promise."

Isabella felt relieved.

Lancelot didn't hug me for too long. After a few seconds, he slowly pushed Isabella away: "Bella, do you want to go out for a walk? I will come to you after finishing the experiment here. .”

"Can you do it alone?"

Lancelot smiled and said, "Okay, you can go out and play for a while first."

"it is good……"

Isabella turned around and left.

The laboratory door was closed again.

The elf slowly stood up from the ground.

He lowered his eyes, and the gentle and warm smile on his lips disappeared without a trace. He turned back to look at the center of the laboratory and slowly raised his hand.

Slender and slender fingers were exposed from the sleeves of the wide mage robe. The fingertips were bloodless, and they actually looked a bit whiter than the pure white mage robe.

Following a magic spell, a half-human-height magic crucible appeared on the central empty platform.

The bubbles boiled for a while, and a thick white mist filled the entire laboratory.

After the thick mist dissipated, nearly two hundred golden potions appeared at the bottom of the magic crucible, round and shiny, looking very attractive.

Lancelot's face was expressionless.

After a while, he slowly approached.

Put these potions into small transparent glass bottles one by one.

Two pills per bottle.

Sixty bottles in total.

It wasn't until the last potion was filled that Lancelot slowly smiled again.

These portions should be enough to eat until he comes back.