Quick Transmigration: Survive to the End

When the Elf King returned and learned of Stella's suspicions, he asked her in return, "Stella, how do you think Robert became Damian's guide?"

Oh right, Damian is a dark elf.

Seeing that the Elf King was still waiting for her answer, Stella said, "Because I understand, and because I like you."

"Robert knows the most about darkness, has no aversion to it, and likes elf cubs, so he is the most suitable elf to guide Damian."

The Elf King nodded and gave her a fragrant milk fruit: "You are a cub too."

Stella hid behind, clutching the milk fruit.

Well... that's fine too.

Because she was a cub, Robert had an extraordinary level of patience with her and could never treat her like a stranger.

Even in Robert's eyes, Stella always managed to keep Damian from spending time with him.

Okay, now Robert's "arch-nemesis" has become Lucas.

Having learned what she wanted to know, the Elf King reminded Stella, "If you're not used to seawater, it's best to wear long pants when you go into the sea."

Stella had never ventured deep into the ocean, so she naturally didn't know if she was suited to it, but listening to the king was the right thing to do.

Stella returned to her room and took out her oversized wardrobe from her storage ring.

After changing into her new clothes, Stella was about to put away the flower dress, which had rolled up at the hem and turned into a withered flame rose, when she suddenly realized something.

Elves yearn for vibrant life, while only Robert would study things that wither and decay, such as showcasing the final beauty of a flower on the verge of death.

Among the elves, besides Damian, only Stella truly appreciates such works.

Lucas, who wanted to win Damian's attention, doesn't count, because Stella would actually wear them out and show off the beauty of these dresses.

Stella carefully put the dress away and hung it in a separate closet as she thought.

Robert's increasingly warm attitude towards her might not be entirely due to the contrast with Lucas, but also to this reason.

Stella was lost in thought, so her movements were inevitably a little slower.

When she came out, the Elf King didn't say much, but took her and activated the magic circle.

Just as their formation was activated, Savison, who hadn't left yet, pushed open the door.

“You run really fast,” Savison said with a headache. “I was hoping you guys could help me out.”

"It's quite a distance to fly back to Dragon Island by myself, you know."

In fact, Stella saw Savison as she left, but before she could say hello, the magic circle teleported them away.

"Your Majesty, does Savison have something important to discuss with you?"

“Ignore him,” the Elf King said, clearly used to Savison’s behavior. “He just wants to come with us back to Dragon Island.”

"Since he's a step late, we'll just have to let him go when the time is up."

"The magic circle is only for a short while, so we can't talk much. Is he afraid of being lonely using a magic circle?"

The Elf King made no attempt to conceal Stella's bewilderment from Savison.

"He used to be reckless and relied on his magic-suppressing constitution to neglect his studies in magic, so he didn't have a good grasp of magic circles."

"If he doesn't want to spend money to use a human teleportation array, he'll have to fly back himself."

"Furthermore, he cannot use magic circles in the Temple of Light."

Stella's earlier points were understandable, but this last one—"Does the God of Light dislike him?"—was different.

"Don't let him hear this," the Elf King gently pressed Stella's head, "He will never speak to you again."

"Ouch!" Stella covered her head and then lay down, acting spoiled. "If he ignores me, then I'll go find the King."

The Elf King smiled and shook his head, explaining to her, "There are arrays inside the Temple of Light. Apart from the High Priest, very few people can obtain permission to use magic arrays or teleport. And among the outsiders, only I am granted permission."

The Elf King spoke with a touch of nostalgia: "This is a privilege granted to me by the God of Light; wherever light shines, I can travel freely."

"Wow," Stella exclaimed without thinking much of it, "The God of Light really likes the King!"

The Elf King said, "The God of Light also likes you very much."

Stella got up: "I'm so cute, the God of Light will definitely like me."

After she finished speaking, she nodded twice to show her approval.

Stella is so adorable that even the Elf King couldn't resist poking her again.

However, considering that Stella was too small to withstand the strain, the Elf King hesitated for a moment, then abandoned the idea and focused on continuing on his journey.

By the time they reached the beach, it was already completely dark.

There is no moon tonight, so the sky is full of stars.

However, even with so many stars, it's impossible to completely illuminate the ocean; they can only coat the churning waves with a layer of light.

Stella looked at the endless ocean and clutched the Elf King's hair tightly.

The Elf King handed her a small bead and instructed her, "Keep it with you at all times. With it, you can breathe normally, just like you would on land."

Stella took it: "Your Majesty, will it still work if I put it in my storage ring?"

Aside from her storage ring, Stella couldn't think of anywhere else she could guarantee the beads wouldn't get lost.

Mermaids live in the deep sea. If a little fairy like her can't breathe, she won't even have a chance to swim out.

The Elf King said, "Wear it around your neck first."

Stella obediently put it on.

The Elf King extended his fingertip and gently touched it.

The beaded ribbon was gently tightened and clung to Stella's neck, leaving no gaps.

Now, as long as the ribbon doesn't break, the beads won't fall off no matter how Stella shakes it.

Stella touched her neck and turned her head: "Your Majesty, what is this ribbon made of? I feel like I can't feel its presence at all."

“It is a gift from the moon goddess,” said the Elf King. “When you grow up, I will teach you how to weave.”

“Okay!” Stella quickly agreed, not daring to be late even for a moment.

When Stella asked Damian to make her clothes, she learned about this fabric called Luna's Gift from Damian's book.

Woven with the most beautiful moonlight, its quantity is extremely limited, and because almost no one can make it, it can be called a priceless treasure.

Even among the elves, few possess this skill, let alone those who have many other things to do.

Just as they made their agreement, a mesmerizing song suddenly drifted from the sea.

Stella snapped out of her daze, then shook her head to clear her mind: "Your Majesty, the song has such a seductive quality to it."

“It is a siren,” said the Elf King. “The siren is luring weak-willed humans to sink into the sea.”

Stella frowned. "What are sirens like?"

“More ferocious than mermaids,” the Elf King looked into the distance. “The siren was originally a member of the mermaid race, but because of hatred for humans or dislike of the constraints and lifestyle of the mermaid race, she broke away from the mermaid race at the cost of no longer being able to sing mermaid songs, and became a more powerful siren.”

Stella had learned that mermaids were favored by the sea god, and that mermaid songs could also summon the sea god's attention.

The siren, having lost her mermaid song, can no longer receive the gaze of the sea god.