The reserve food raised is the Elf King

The Student Affairs Center is a beautiful colorful tower.

The top of the tower is hundreds of meters high. The colors of the exterior walls include pure white, gorgeous sacred gold, and deep and vast brown. The colors gradually change from top to bottom. The entrance at the bottom is mysterious and solemn black gold.

The representative colors of the Mage Tower, Warrior Tower and Light Tower are all included in the outer wall.

"Bella, shall we go directly to the business department of the Mage Tower?"

Standing in front of the magic circle dedicated to floor selection, Lancelot asked.

"Classmate Lydia is from the Elemental Magic Department of the Mage Tower. If you want to be in the same class with her, we will go to the 30th floor to go through the procedures."

"Let me think about it."

Isabella chewed her fingernails and asked hesitantly: "Isn't there any process that requires talent testing to choose a major? For example, if I put my hand on a crystal ball, how many talents I have will light up. Light."

How could she remember that in the books she had read before, before entering the school, various talents and levels were tested.

The protagonist either has a single talent and a variety of cool and crazy genius routes, or he has five miscellaneous talents mixed together, taking a counterattack and slap-in-the-face Shuangwen route.

Isabella also wants to see what script route she should take.

"Testing talent is a must before entering school. Only students with talent are eligible to go to Clavia Magic Academy to take the entrance exam. But the crystal ball tests talent...?" Lancelot recalled and thought for a moment, shook his head, "I don't think I've ever heard of it."

"Ah, I'm talking nonsense, don't worry." Isabella laughed.

All she had seen before was chaos.

They are all lying to her!

Isabella asked again, "But it seems that I received the admission notice directly, and I didn't take any talent test?"

Isabella was a little worried.

She still can't be like Eric, who can spit out blazing dragon flames with just one mouth opening. Every time she held it in with her mouth puffed out for a long time, she couldn't even see a single spark.

Doesn’t she have no talent?

Thinking of this, the cub gnawed his fingers harder.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Lancelot was about to answer when he saw Isabella chewing her fingers and stopped talking.

The elf took the cub's fingers out of her mouth, wiped the saliva from her fingertips with a cleaning spell, frowned slightly and taught, "Don't habitually chew your nails. Your fingers will often touch other things before putting them in your mouth." , not clean.”

"Oh, then you can chew it after wiping it clean?"

As he spoke, he wanted to put his fingers in his mouth again.

"...It's not possible either."

Isabella licked her teeth with her tongue. The two neat rows of teeth were round and cute. It was impossible to tell that they were the teeth of the strongest dragon clan in the continent.

“But my teeth are itchy qwq”

Isabella was also helpless.

Her teeth were so sharp that anything else in her mouth would break if touched. Only her own fingers would leave no trace no matter how hard she applied them.

Simply the best teething stick.

Lancelot: "Itchy gums or teeth?"

Is it time for teeth replacement?

The teething period for humanoid cubs usually begins when they are six to seven years old. Recently, Isabella's appearance has stayed at that of a five-year-old. Only her tail is getting bigger, and it is impossible to judge her development for a while.

Lancelot held the cub with one hand, turned her face gently towards him, and said softly "Ah--", gesturing for Isabella to follow him and open her mouth.

As a result, Isabella didn't understand what the elf meant.

Instead, the big head leaned over, holding the elf's jade-white face, and looked curiously into the elf's mouth with two crystal-like foggy blue eyes.

The elf's mouth is pink and tender, the white teeth are neat, and even the tongue is a beautiful light pink.

If you can take a bite, it will definitely taste so good!

The cub swallowed quietly, trying hard to retract the idea of ​​biting him, sucking on his stomach to prevent his appetite from controlling his brain.

Can't eat it yet.

But if you check the feeding status of the reserve grains in advance, there seems to be nothing wrong with it.

Isabella observed carefully for a moment and said in amazement, "Wow! Lance, you have two little fangs! So cute!"

As he spoke, he gently touched the elf's fangs with his fingers.

"…………!!!"

The elf was stunned for a moment.

Soft and hot, an unfamiliar touch, it was suddenly removed from the teeth.

Lancelot's face instantly turned red.

Elves are rarely touched by outsiders.

Especially for a more conservative elf like Lancelot, except for Isabella, he usually wants to maintain a fixed vacuum isolation zone with everyone.

Therefore, the elf's body will be more sensitive to outside touches. Whenever you encounter a new location, your reaction will be overwhelming.

The burning heat at the base of his ears rolled and spread down his neck, making Lancelot's mind go blank for a moment.

The arm holding the cub weakened, almost throwing Isabella to the ground.

Fortunately, this is not the first time Isabella has messed around.

Lancelot has almost become immune to the daring young dragon's habitual offenders.

After a moment of panic, the elf quickly regained his composure.

The elf cleared his throat, trying not to blush easily.

He said helplessly, "Bella, you can't touch other people's mouths. This behavior is impolite."

Isabella blinked her big innocent eyes, and she had nice words at her fingertips: "Lance is Lance, Lance is not an outsider~"

However, she still quietly hid the culprit's groping hand behind her back.

Still a little guilty.

But... I really can’t help it =3=

"Even so..." Lancelot was very happy to be coaxed by Isabella, and the vague feeling of anger caused by having his teeth touched suddenly disappeared.

But he still had to explain the rules clearly to the cub, "Even if I'm not an outsider, you can't touch my teeth at will."

"Oh..." Isabella lowered her head and twisted her fat body and whispered, "I'm sorry, Lance."

The cub obediently admitted his mistake, which made Lancelot feel distressed and relieved at the same time.

Fortunately, Isabella seems to have really become sensible.

The elf softened his voice and said, "I'm not really criticizing you, but there are some truths that you may not understand yet. It's normal to make mistakes occasionally, and I will teach you slowly."

"Yes, yes, yes, Lance, I know." The little girl agreed with a sweet voice, arching her eyebrows and taking the initiative to open her arms for a hug.

Lancelot's heart melted.

He smiled softly, held the cute and obedient girl in his arms, and stroked her head.

Naturally, I didn't notice that there was a hint of cunning hidden under Isabella's cute expression.

whee.

As long as she admits her mistake quickly, the elf won't run away without a trace like last time.

Anyway.

It's just a matter of saying sorry, and it doesn't cost half a gold coin.

Sorry, but I'll try again next time.

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The two reached the 30th floor.

They were greeted by students working part-time in the Affairs Center.

He was wearing a pale golden robe, with his shirt buttoned to the top of his neck, looking extremely strict and ascetic.

Her elegant and beautiful face is always smiling, standing dignified and holy under the colorful glazed windows.

The dappled sunlight from the outside filtered in through the glass, as if giving his body a divine halo.

Showing a bright future.

"Your Excellency Lance." The student stood up first and greeted Lancelot, "What do you have to do today?"

Lancelot said softly: "You don't need to call me Your Excellency in the academy. I'm here to handle the transfer procedures for Miss Isabella in the first grade of the Mage Tower. I have already submitted the application before."

Isabella was confused, "Lance, why did he call you Sir."

It seems that Arthur just calls him senior?

Lancelot lowered his eyes slightly, "This... is an elf of the same race as me."

"My name is Kelt, senior." Seeing Lancelot's hesitation, Kelt immediately took the initiative to give his name.

He is a second-year student at the Tower of Light. It has been almost four years since he entered the school. This is the first time he has met Lancelot in person.

Since childhood, Celtic had heard about Lancelot's various deeds.

Including his superior level of magic, his exquisite swordsmanship, his gentleness, strength, elegance and sanctity, he is a familiar role model for the younger generation of elves.

It's a pity that Lancelot rarely leaves the Mage Tower. This time, Celtic temporarily took over the part-time job of a Mage Tower student so that he could meet his idol by chance in the Student Affairs Center.

Celtic's green eyes were bright, looking at Lancelot with passion and gentleness.

"Hey, an elf of the same race..." Isabella said in a dull tone, her eyes falling on Celtic opposite her.

This is the first elf besides Lancelot that Isabella has seen in so long.

She couldn't help but look at him more curiously.

Half of the long flaxen hair is braided behind the head and fixed with a dark brown branch as an ornament. The remaining half is elegantly spread along the shoulders with a slightly curly arc.

——Ah, it’s not as nice as Lance’s hair.

Even the patterns woven into his hair are not as delicate as Lance's.

After looking around, Isabella felt a little bored.

Sure enough, not all elves are as beautiful and delicious as her Lance.

The elf in front of him, except for the light golden robe on his body, which can slightly attract the attention of the dragon cub, and the faint halo of light outside himself that cannot be clearly seen, is very boring.

Counted as food, it can only be regarded as mediocre.

The cub was about to look away.

"Bella."

The elf called her name softly in her ear.

"Well, what's wrong?" Isabella turned back following the voice.

Lancelot's lips were filled with a smile, "It's nothing, it's just that there are a lot of procedures to follow. I'm afraid you'll be bored by waiting."

The elf has an elegant and gentle temperament, but there are shallow ripples in those golden eyes.

A faint halo of light passed by, covering up Lancelot's trace of nervousness.

When Isabella looked at Celtic...

too long.

Lancelot suddenly discovered that he had never thought about why the dragon clan, which was said to be lonely and lonely, showed great enthusiasm and friendship when they first saw him.

If it were simply because of the gentle temperament of the elves, they attracted the dragon clan.

So why have there been no reports of friendship between other dragons and elves for several epochs?

Lancelot felt a little uneasy in his heart.

He seemed to have never considered why Isabella liked him and wanted to be friends with him.

A rare friendship begins without warning, with one party confused about the other's enduring passion.

As time goes by, their bond seems to be getting deeper and deeper.

But it is also like the ethereal clouds in the sky, and occasionally a fresh breeze blows from the outside world.

Just blow it gently and it will disperse.

Lancelot pursed his lips, the lack of security making him confused.

But no matter what the reason was, Lancelot clearly remembered——

When he and Isabella met for the first time in the Victro dragon territory.

The giant dragon cub, which could not yet transform, looked at Celtic for a long time with its round silver-blue eyes.

"How about I take you to the waiting room to have a rest, and you can read a book or play with toys for a while, and then I'll pick you up after I've completed all the complicated preliminary procedures?"

As a staff member of the Student Affairs Center, Kelt will accompany you during various procedures. Lancelot somehow didn't want Isabella to spend too much time with Celt.

Of course Isabella nodded in agreement if she could be lazy and have fun.

but……

The little girl was a little confused, "Before going out in the morning, didn't you say that I need to complete all these procedures in person?"

As she spoke, Isabella subconsciously raised her fingers and wanted to take a few more bites out of habit.

But under the gentle gaze of the elf, he forcibly changed the position of his fingers, dragged his cheeks and rubbed his face.

She smiled at the elf ingratiatingly, hinting to him that she was indeed obedient.

The uneasiness in the elf's heart was slightly soothed by the cub's actions. He showed his face and smiled slowly, like the bright spring breeze and the rising sun, surrounding the cub.

Lancelot lowered his eyes and whispered shyly, "What I said this morning was actually a little selfish of mine."

"I'm sorry Bella, I just wanted you to be with me for a little while longer."

The elf spoke softly and asked tentatively, "You won't be angry with me, will you?"

Isabella only had Lancelot's beautiful blond hair in her eyes. The longer she could stay with the blond hair, the happier she would be, and she wouldn't mind the reason why he went out at all.

"Of course not!"

The little girl shook her head sweetly, her eyes bright: "I am willing to go with you wherever Lance goes~"