Quick Transmigration: I'm the Villain's Assistant to the Protagonist

"Little one, get out of the palace right now! There are very powerful and terrifying princes here who are here to kill you! If you want to live, don't come back." She gently stroked the little monster's head, her voice urgent yet tender, trying to make it understand the seriousness of her words. She knew that these little monsters were sentient beings; they had their own unique senses and understanding, and they would surely understand what she meant.

The little monster tilted its head, its furry little ears twitching, and its big, dark eyes gleamed with a bewildered light. It quietly looked at Shen Ying, as if analyzing her words, its little nose twitching slightly, as if sensing the tense atmosphere in the air.

After a while, it seemed to finally understand Shen Ying's warning, turned around and ran towards the edge of the garden. Its small figure darted among the flowers and soon disappeared from sight.

Shen Ying watched the direction the little demon had left and breathed a sigh of relief, her tense nerves completely relaxing. However, after being exposed to the scorching sun for so long, coupled with the high level of mental tension she had just been under, her vision suddenly went black as soon as she stood up, as if a black curtain had been suddenly drawn down, obscuring her eyes.

Her legs buckled, and her body lurched forward uncontrollably. Just as she was about to make intimate contact with the ground, a figure appeared like a ghost and caught her steadily.

A soft, helpless sigh rang out: "Did I really make you so wary this time..." There was a hint of disappointment in the voice. The speaker gently pulled Shen Ying into his arms, his eyes filled with complex emotions, including heartache, helplessness, and a trace of barely perceptible doting.

He carried Shen Ying, his steps light as he walked to a shady corner where a bench stood. He carefully placed Shen Ying on the bench, gently brushing aside the sweat-dampened strands of hair from her forehead. "Silly girl," he murmured to himself.

He took out a delicate little bottle from his pocket, poured out a pill that emitted a faint fragrance, gently pried open Shen Ying's lips, and put the pill inside. Then he sat down beside her, quietly watching Shen Ying's face, his eyes filled with worry. After a while, Shen Ying's brows twitched slightly, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips.

The surrounding magical light emitted a ghostly blue glow, casting shimmering shadows on the walls that seemed to writhe with life. Ancient tapestries swayed gently in the magical breeze, their embroidered patterns appearing and disappearing as if about to leap from the tapestry. These patterns contained ancient magic, subtly radiating an aura of mystery.

Elena's magnificent mage's robes, embroidered with mysterious runes on purple silk, shimmered with her movements, like twinkling sprites in the night sky. These runes drew upon the surrounding magic, providing Elena with a continuous source of energy.

She said solemnly, "It's in that town now. We can't delay any longer. We must get there quickly and not let it escape." Her eyes shone with a resolute light, like the brightest star in the night sky. The gem at the tip of her magic wand glowed faintly, its light dazzling and radiant, echoing the surrounding magical light sources, as if declaring her determination to everyone.

Eric stood tall and quiet to one side, his silver armor reflecting a cold luster under the magical light, like a frozen lake in winter, exuding a chill. He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, the gem on the hilt emitting a cold blue light that illuminated his resolute face, whose lines were as firm as if carved by a knife, revealing his fearlessness in the face of battle.

Calvin stood by the carved window, the night outside as black as ink, like a vast black curtain enveloping the world. Occasionally, the cry of an owl would break the silence, sounding particularly mournful, like the howl of a demon from the darkness. He rested his chin on his hand, nodded slightly, his gaze as deep as the endless night, as if it could see through everything in the darkness: "All that's left is to collect its magic. We absolutely cannot miss this opportunity." He looked at the crowd, his eyes filled with a resolute determination, a gaze that seemed to pierce through the darkness.

Adrian stood before the massive round table in the center of the council chamber. The map on the table was illuminated by magical light; the lines marking mountains and rivers resembled the veins of the earth, flowing with a mysterious power. He leaned slightly forward, his hands resting on the edge of the table, his gaze fixed intently on the town markers on the map, his brow furrowed, seemingly simulating various possible scenarios in his mind. His fingers unconsciously tapped the tabletop, producing a rhythmic "tap-tap," the tight rhythm seeming to echo his tense heartbeat, each tap resonating in the heavy air.

After a moment of silence, he slowly straightened up, took a deep breath, and his eyes sharpened like an eagle's, filled with resolute courage and kingly majesty, as if capable of dispelling all darkness. He nodded slightly and said in a steady and powerful tone, "Then go."

The sunlight, like a golden veil, gently spilled across the wide square in front of the palace. The warm light seemed to have covered the square with a layer of shimmering gold dust, making every speck of dust sparkle within it.

The prince's personal guard assembled once more, looking like a group of warriors about to go into battle, their figures strikingly handsome in the sunlight. The shimmering light accentuated their upright postures, and each of their eyes burned with a fighting spirit as fierce as the sun, as if capable of turning any obstacle before them to ashes.

Shen Ying arrived with hurried steps, like a gust of wind. She wore a light leather bodysuit that accentuated her agile figure. A wide leather belt was tied around her waist, with arrows tucked into it. A handsome longbow slung over her shoulder, its bowstring taut. A small leather hat covered her head, with a few strands of hair falling down. Black boots completed her dashing and heroic appearance.

Even from a distance, Shen Ying spotted Elena, whom she hadn't seen for several days. Elena was like the most dazzling pearl in the square, radiating an undeniable light. Her long violet hair seemed to be imbued with magic, flying and dancing freely in the breeze.

Her exquisite face was breathtakingly beautiful, a confident smile playing on her lips. That smile was like sunlight striving to pierce through layers of thick clouds, possessing an unstoppable power, dazzlingly bright, and captivatingly enchanting. At this moment, she was speaking with Calvin, her gentle words revealing the ease and determination unique to a magician, as if no problem in the world could stump her.

Calvin remained as composed as ever, like an ancient and mysterious mountain, unyielding and steadfast. His deep eyes were like tranquil lake water, so deep that one could not see the bottom. Beneath that calm surface, endless wisdom seemed to be hidden, or perhaps unknown plans. In short, no one could guess what he was thinking.

Beside him stood the knight Eric, his posture as upright as a pine tree. He wore silver armor that gleamed brilliantly in the sunlight, like the brightest star in the night sky descending to earth. He was intently examining his weapon, his fingers gently tracing the blade, his eyes focused and serious.

At that moment, Prince Adrian strode in with composure, the sunlight outlining his golden silhouette, enhancing his noble and dignified presence. He wore magnificent attire, exquisitely tailored with delicate patterns, the hem swaying rhythmically with each step. His expression was solemn and resolute, his eyes like cold stars.