Quick Transmigration: Survive to the End

The magician and the maidservant dispersed, and Stella flew back to the little wooden house in the tree.

The morning star in the sky became increasingly prominent, but Stella still couldn't rest.

She immediately took out paper and pen, wrote down what she had just heard, and returned to the Elf Forest.

She had thought the Elf King was still resting, which was why she was about to leave a message. However, she was surprised to find that the Elf King had already woken up and was standing by the window looking at the Mother Tree outside.

“Your Majesty,” Stella called softly, “you woke up so early today.”

The Elf King snapped out of his reverie upon hearing the voice. When he saw Stella, his aloof and solitary demeanor vanished, leaving only gentleness: "Why are you up so early too?"

“I’m not asleep yet,” Stella yawned, handed the letter to the Elf King, and took out a fruit with a pungent, pungent smell. “Your Majesty, please read this first, I need to wake myself up.”

The Elf King accepted the letter and took the fruit from her hand: "If you're tired, go and rest. Don't push yourself."

“No, we have to get through the daytime,” Stella said, landing skillfully on the Elf King’s shoulder. “I’m worried that Catherine will come looking for me very early.”

Stella continued, urging the Elf King, "Please read the letter first, and I will speak as you read."

In fact, Stella's letter already made it very clear, so there was no need for her to explain further.

But she still emphasized, "The Erskine family produced a mage named Elwin, and they have always had a good relationship with the Temple of Light. It's really strange that they suddenly have the intention to send people to explore the Dark Forest."

"If we don't figure out why they're doing this, and if they manage to bring in royalty and nobility from many countries through kinship ties, it might not be so easy to stop them then."

The Elf King saw that her eyelids were drooping, yet she was still trying to express her thoughts, so he gently patted her back and said, "Go to sleep. I promise no one will come looking for you before you wake up."

With the Elf King's words, Stella closed her eyes and peacefully drifted into a deep sleep.

As for how the Elf King would accomplish this, Stella didn't even bother to ask.

Over the centuries, Stella has developed a great deal of trust in the Elf King.

The Elf King has never failed to deliver on anything he has promised.

Stella returned to the Elf Palace from Eugene's house.

The familiar environment made her feel especially comfortable, and she slept more soundly.

However, her biological clock, formed over hundreds of years, still woke her up on time.

Stella sat up somewhat blankly, still holding the small blanket made of flower petals in her hands.

It smells delicious and tastes good.

Stella regained consciousness for a moment and found herself in her small bed. She flew up and landed on the Elf King's shoulder with a thud. The thought of leaving the palace for Eugene's house made her feel a little reluctant and sticky.

The Elf King smiled and gently comforted her, finally coaxing her to activate the magic circle.

Stella was fully awake when she arrived at Eugene's cabin.

She felt no embarrassment whatsoever about her earlier act of acting coquettishly towards the Elf King.

Nearly five hundred years have passed. How could the Elf King not know what she looks like?

She's not just been coquettish; she's even been foolish before. Right now, her skin is thicker than the most crooked corner of a city wall.

So it's okay, it's okay, it's nothing.

Stella had only glanced at the surveillance footage outside when she heard Catherine's voice.

"Teacher, are you up? I brought you some food."

Stella pushed open the small wooden window and looked down. Today, Catherine had changed into a gentle and ethereal dress, and with her specially adjusted makeup, everyone who saw her would have to say that she looked like their first love.

Clearly, this was an outfit Catherine deliberately chose because she knew that elves and fairies always preferred gentle and kind people.

Noticing Stella's gaze, Catherine smiled and opened the small basket in her hand: "My cook's skills are quite good, teacher, please come and have a taste."

"It's really good," Stella thought to herself, "but unfortunately I can't eat it."

Although elves and fairies can eat meat, because they can communicate with many animals, meat is rarely found on their tables.

Moreover, the fruits in the Elf Forest are abundant and taste far better than meat, so they prefer fruits to meat.

Stella felt the same way, so she really couldn't accept the steak Catherine brought, especially since it was undercooked and had a particularly strong bloody taste.

Stella quickly refused: "I've already eaten, you can eat it yourself."

"You've already eaten?" Catherine asked, somewhat surprised. "Does the teacher have a reserve?"

“Yes,” Stella took out a milk fruit from her storage ring, pretended to lift it with difficulty, and came to Catherine’s side. She handed the milk fruit to her and then breathed a sigh of relief. “This is for you. I have more.”

Catherine then believed that Stella had indeed eaten it. She observed it carefully for a moment before saying, "This is a milk fruit, isn't it? As expected of a fruit produced by fairies, it looks much better than those outside, and it smells much better too."

Catherine gestured to return the milk fruit to Stella, then said remorsefully, "It's my fault. I forgot that Teacher is still a cub and should be eating fruit."

“Don’t worry, I have some,” Stella patted her storage bag, showing no intention of taking back the milk fruit. “I’m giving it to you, so you can eat it. After you finish eating, you can learn magic.”

This sentence held far greater appeal for Catherine than anything else.

Catherine quickly finished the milk fruit in her hand, praised its taste, and then looked longingly at Stella.

Stella didn't mince words and asked directly, "What magic can you use right now?"

Catherine bit her lower lip, but still endured the embarrassment and used all the magic she knew in front of Stella.

The fireball spell consists of only a tiny, trembling flame at the fingertips.

The storm spell didn't even turn the fallen leaves under the tree over.

As for the others, needless to say, even if she used them on Stella, it wouldn't be more harmful than tickling.

Stella had to admit that she might actually be a perfect fit for the job.

Who knew that Catherine, a human, could use magic almost as well as a novice fairy!