Quick Transmigration: Survive to the End

In the short time Stella estimated, the vampire had already engaged in several rounds of wits and battles with the tree roots.

But he made a fatal mistake.

Without realizing it, he had been drawn almost all his attention to the tree root.

Stella had learned to observe the movements of the rootworms, so when she sensed the abnormal elemental activity underground, she knew that this vampire was doomed.

Of course, it's also because she didn't intend to save him.

The fact that they were able to trace it all the way here clearly shows they are traitors to the gods and have no good intentions towards her. Stella doesn't have that much misplaced kindness.

Countless tree roots gathered behind the vampire, forming a cage.

When the vampire noticed the dim light and turned around to find out, he immediately tried to transform into a bat and escape.

But he made a mistake by treating them as mere tree roots.

Tree roots are difficult to move flexibly, but the essence of this thing is a living insect.

The cage trapped the bat, forcing the vampire to revert to human form in order to gain more space to roam.

But the rootworm didn't give him much of a chance. A sharp root pierced through his heart, binding him tightly and dragging him directly into the ground.

As for the bloodstains on the leaves, they disappeared in no time.

Stella wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she felt that the trees looked more vibrant.

She blinked, and instead of leaving the valley in the normal way, she used a short-distance teleportation magic circle to leave.

Stella had already gone to another place when she received a message from Catherine.

“Catherine,” Stella said, turning around to show her the surroundings, “look, I’ve stumbled upon a sea of ​​flowers.”

“How beautiful,” Catherine exclaimed, looking closely at the flowers with regret in her eyes. “If only I were here, I could use the magic gems with Stella to capture our images, and then have them drawn and preserved for a long time.”

“When you have time later, we can come again,” Stella said readily. “As long as no one else discovers this place, they will definitely be able to bloom for a longer period of time.”

“That’s easy,” Catherine said. “Stella, tell me where this place is, and I’ll have someone buy it so that no one else can destroy it.”

“Actually, I don’t know where this place is either,” Stella said somewhat embarrassedly. “After I left, in order to shake off the traitors who were following me, I turned many magic circles and used a magic scroll that allowed me to travel a short distance at one time. That’s how I accidentally discovered this place.”

"Perhaps I'll only have a rough idea of ​​where I am when I see a town."

Catherine understood the implication in her words, glanced angrily at the mirror, and then lowered her head: "I'm sorry, Stella, I warned them not to follow you, but it seems that some people completely disregarded my words."

“It’s alright, Catherine,” Stella said without hesitation, guessing who would be outside the mirror. “Once you’re stronger, you can just beat up those who don’t listen to you.”

Catherine chuckled: "Stella, if others heard you say that, they would probably doubt whether you are a fairy or not. Elves and fairies are the most peace-loving."

Stella knew her own race very well, yet she made no attempt to correct Catherine.

"Loving peace does not mean that we should always be bullied."

"If anyone dares to bully me, I will definitely make them realize their mistake and apologize."

The way to know you're wrong, of course, is through fists.

When Catherine heard that Stella only wanted an apology, she felt that she was being too gentle: "You went to so much trouble, and you just want him to apologize and that's it? You should at least offer some satisfactory compensation."

Catherine said with some concern, "Stella, if anyone bullies you in the future, don't handle it yourself. Just tell me. My family's professional team is not just for show. They will make sure that the person who bullies you regrets it for the rest of their life."

“Okay,” Stella said, “if the other person is human, I will definitely tell you.”

Catherine was relieved and told Stella about some interesting things that had happened at school these past few days, and also mentioned the current principal, Ralph Field.

"I saw the God of Magic at the entrance ceremony, but unfortunately I didn't get to have a proper conversation with him."

"He's usually either at the Temple of Light or on the top floor of the Mage Tower, so it's really hard to see him."

“We will meet,” Stella said confidently. “Catherine, you are so outstanding, maybe the God of Magic will even want to take you as his disciple.”

“How could that be?” Catherine retorted instinctively. “His Highness the God of Magic has very high standards.”

“And…” Catherine hesitated, not finishing her sentence, “Anyway, His Holiness the God of Magic will not accept me as a disciple, and I will not agree to it.”

Skipping over that, they exchanged a few more words and then cut off the communication.

Stella put away the mirror, turned her head, and continued to admire the flowers, completely unaffected.

She even set up a table, put some fruit on it, and enjoyed a delicious meal.

Catherine, on the other end, wasn't in such a good mood.

Catherine carefully placed the mirror on the table, glanced at Charlie behind Romeo, and scoffed.

"Is this your sincerity?"

“Charlie, what you just told me wasn’t about you guys following Stella.”

"Let me think... Oh right, I was worried about Stella's safety. I heard she went into the Valley of Death, so I went in to check, but no one came out."

Charlie's smile became somewhat forced: "Miss Catherine..."

“Hush,” Catherine said coldly, “Charlie, you don’t tell the truth at all. I really can’t trust you.”

"That's enough, Charlie. You can leave now."

Romeo, you too.

Under Romeo's astonished gaze, Catherine continued, "Weren't you forced to come to my side?"

"My cooperation with you has ended, so you are naturally free now."

"I assume you can find your way out, so I won't escort you, right?"

Charlie tried to explain, but Catherine simply rang a bell, summoned a servant, and asked them both to leave.

The door closed, leaving her alone in the room. Catherine leaned back and initiated the communication again.

“Catherine?” Stella took a bite of fruit and basked in the sun. “Have you finished your business?”

“It’s done,” Catherine said. “That’s a temporary end to today’s business.”

Catherine had originally planned to explain in detail, but seeing Stella's relaxed and carefree demeanor, she was completely swayed.

"Why can't I leave school temporarily!"

"Even just the time it takes to eat a meal would be fine!"