Quick Transmigration: Survive to the End

Stella feigned wariness: "I can go back by myself, you don't need to ask."

Upon hearing this, the Fifth Miss immediately said, "How can that be? It would be too dangerous for a little vixen like you to go outside by yourself."

"You have no idea how many people outside are hoping to steal a little fairy from the Fairy Forest to keep as a pet."

"Don't scare me," Stella stopped dodging and stood directly on the tree branch. "With the king here, other races won't dare to mess with the fairies!"

Miss Wu looked at Stella and found her adorable, barely managing to suppress a smile.

“I’m not trying to scare you,” said Miss Fifth. “As long as there’s enough profit to be made, there’s nothing that humans wouldn’t dare to do.”

"Let alone capturing a little fairy, they would dare to enter the Elf Forest."

Seeing that Stella remained silent, the Fifth Miss continued, "But don't worry, I'm different from them. Our Eugene family has been friends of the Elf Forest since our ancestors."

"By the way, my name is Catherine, what's yours?"

“Me?” Stella thought for a moment and then gave her real name. “My name is Stella.”

"You're also named Stella?" Miss Catherine asked in surprise. "What a coincidence! My ancestor Daniel Eugene's pen pal was also named Stella. What a coincidence!"

"Maybe you only came to my house because of your name. How about we be friends from now on?"

Although it was just a casual remark, it wasn't entirely wrong.

Stella is here precisely because of this name.

Stella thought for a while, but still didn't climb down the tree. Instead, she spoke cautiously.

"The teacher said that humans don't treat little fairies well for no reason. If they do, it's because they want something from us."

What do you want from me?

Stella clutched her storage pouch: "Let me make this clear, I'm just an underage little fairy, I don't have any treasures for you!"

Catherine was surprised by Stella's reaction and put on a sad expression: "I believe you saw what just happened, Stella."

"As a descendant of the Archmage Eugene, I cannot even cast a standard spell."

"Whether it's the magicians I've been invited to teach me or the servants in my house, they all look down on me and show me no respect whatsoever."

"Just now, I lost my temper and drove away the last teacher who was willing to teach me."

She pursed her lips, a hint of genuine sadness in her voice: "I read in my ancestors' writings that fairies have relatively low magical power when they are young, so I think..."

"Stella, could you teach me how to learn magic?"

"I won't let you teach me for nothing. I'll acknowledge you as my master and take good care of you from now on, okay?"

"Huh?" Stella put her hands behind her back and it took her a while to find her voice. "You're going to make me your master without even asking about my abilities?"

Catherine nodded: "My magic is weak, and I may just be an ordinary person for the rest of my life. I'm actually getting a good deal since you're willing to be my master."

Stella discovered a solution she had never considered.

In the original story, "Stella" is a partner to the female protagonist, and more like a pet. Although they have a good relationship, she is more of a companion and a source of entertainment.

But when it came to her, Catherine actually took the initiative to ask to become her apprentice.

Stella really wanted to agree, but she hadn't quite figured out Catherine's feelings yet. Taking on a disciple so carelessly was no joke.

“But that won’t do,” Stella’s refusal cast a shadow over Catherine’s face.

"Why?" Catherine asked, forcing a smile. "Was I too abrupt?"

Stella sat down: "I'm still a cub, I haven't even learned everything myself, how can I take on apprentices?"

“Stella, don’t be modest,” Catherine said. “Your self-awareness is so clear that it surpasses that of many self-important magicians.”

As Catherine spoke, she curtsied to Stella and said in a gentle voice, "Teacher, please accept me as your student."

"hiss!"

Stella hid behind the leaves: "You! Talk to me normally, you're scaring me too much!"

Stella peeked her face out from behind the leaves: "Your original voice was already very nice, there's no need for this."

Catherine was only embarrassed for a moment before recovering: "So, teacher, you've agreed to my request?"

“No, no, no,” Stella said, “don’t call me that.”

When Catherine addressed her as "teacher," Stella felt as if she were being watched by something, and her hair stood on end.

Although the gaze wasn't malicious, Stella was too sensitive to such stares, and it made her uncomfortable!

Stella, facing Catherine who was determined to become her apprentice for some unknown reason, resorted to stalling tactics.

"If I want to take on an apprentice, I will conduct an assessment. If you don't pass the assessment, I will not accept you."

"If you agree..."

“I agree,” Catherine said confidently. “I will definitely pass the teacher’s test.”

“I’ve already told you I’m not your teacher,” Stella tried to correct her.

“What difference does it make?” Catherine’s stubbornness was on full display at this moment. “You will be my teacher sooner or later, so it doesn’t matter if I call you that now.”

Catherine took out her handkerchief and held it in her palm: "Teacher, shall I take you to see my father and mother and tell them about this?"

“No,” Stella said, her emotions clearly showing, her face saying “Don’t try to fool me.” “If I go to see your parents, then I’ll be your teacher even if I’m not. I’m not going.”

“Alright,” Catherine’s plan had been exposed, but she wasn’t sad. She made a new suggestion, “Teacher, you can’t go back to the fairy territory right away, so why don’t you stay in my room for the time being?”

Stella did not reply.

Catherine said in a seductive tone, "I have lots of delicious snacks in my room! And silk sheets and the softest velvet mattress."

Stella shook her head: "I'm not your teacher yet. I'm not going with you. I'll just stay in this tree."

“Alright then,” Catherine conceded another step, her expression a mixture of grievance and vulnerability, “may I seek your guidance?”

Stella glanced at her: "If I were here, though I might not be able to teach you anything."

“That’s more than enough,” Catherine said with a smile. “Then, teacher, wait here for me. I’ll go back and get you some essential supplies.”

After saying that, Catherine turned and left.

Stella thought for a moment, then pulled out a "remote monitoring" device and secretly attached it to Catherine with magic. She then sat on the tree and watched Catherine hurry along until she arrived at a magnificent room.

"Miss Catherine, shouldn't you be in class? What brings you here?"

Catherine calmly said, "I have something I want to tell my father."

Fearing that she might have something important to say, the housekeeper turned around and went inside to deliver a message before coming out to invite her back.

Upon entering, Catherine insisted that the butler leave, and went straight to the point: "Father, I couldn't hold back and drove away yet another teacher."

"However, I found myself a new teacher, a fairy cub."