Quick Transmigration: Survive to the End

Chapter 617 World 75

“Yes,” Stella readily admitted.

Catherine leaned back and fell onto the bed, rolling around while hugging the mirror.

"Ah, Stella! She's the Elf Queen!"

Don't be fooled by Catherine's constant attempts to convince Stella that since she can't have the Elf King, she should find a few more top-tier lovers and enjoy life to the fullest.

Now that she knows for sure that she might actually be a grand-disciple of the Elf King, she is very excited.

After all, everyone knows the Elf King's reputation.

Catherine, whose family had once had friendly relations with the Elf King, had also secretly admired him.

She went into a frenzy; her hair became a mess, but her cheeks were flushed.

Stella waited until she calmed down a bit before asking, "Catherine, when I met you, you weren't even an adult yet; you were definitely a little devil."

"Then what about what he just said about me pretending to be a little vixen when I was with you?

Stella was fully aware of the cause and effect of this matter, but she brought it up specifically at this moment.

Catherine froze, sat up, and scratched her hair.

“It’s my fault,” she whispered.

“I mentioned Ancestor Daniel and the others to you before, but Stella, you didn’t have any particular reaction.”

"Plus, I thought that our ancestors lived hundreds of years ago, and they assumed that Stella, whom they knew, was already an adult. So you must be a newly born little fairy."

"But now it seems that I misunderstood everything."

Catherine offered a reason for her: "Although I am a descendant of the Eugene family, I am not one of the few that Stella knows. It is understandable that you were wary of me when we first met and did not indicate that you knew Daniel's ancestors."

Stella said at the right moment, "That's true, but there was definitely a reason why I stayed at your house for so long, partly because of Eugene and Daniel."

"You're a member of the Eugene family, how can just anyone talk about you like that?"

The next sentence was something she muttered to herself, but in the quiet of the night, Catherine heard it clearly.

Just as Catherine was about to smile, she suddenly remembered something and said with a hint of resentment, "Stella, you used to say that I was your number one."

"So it seems I'm not your best human friend at all."

“How could that be?” Stella said. “Daniel and I are just pen pals.”

She counted on her fingers: "We've only met a few times."

"You are my disciple and my good friend, how could you not be number one?"

Catherine couldn't suppress the upward curve of her lips.

Seeing that the atmosphere was just right, Stella said that Catherine did not bring up the fact that she had been to Eugene’s house.

"The reason I was at your house back then..."

“That’s not important, Stella,” Catherine interrupted her. “I know you came into my life, became my friend and teacher, helped me break the curse, and found everything I needed. That’s enough.”

"When I went to the Elf Forest, the reason you gave for the exchange, you must have come up with it yourself, right?"

"You even lied to me and said it was the elder's idea. So, you did lie to me about this."

“What?” Stella denied it. “Although it was indeed my suggestion, Wang and the others agreed.”

Catherine's eyes were full of warmth as she looked at the somewhat uncomfortable Stella, and suddenly she thought of something: "When I went to the Mermaid Clan and Dragon Island to request an exchange, everything went smoothly. Is that related to you?"

“It’s not a big deal,” Stella gestured a fingernail’s width away. “I just mentioned it briefly in a letter.”

“Thank you, Stella,” Catherine said regretfully, realizing she should have come to school a day later, even if it meant being late. “I wish I could be here with you right now.”

"I really want to hug you, Stella."

Stella said seriously, "I can't go in without the headmaster's permission."

Catherine felt no regret, only a profound sense of happiness.

She lingered, reluctant to sever ties, but Stella steered the conversation back on track: "Even though you don't want to hear it, Catherine, I still have to tell you."

"After returning to the Elf Forest, Wang investigated the reason and finally discovered that it was the gods who brought me to your home. Although I don't know why and it sounds a bit unbelievable, it is indeed the case."

Whether Catherine believed or not didn't matter; she simply said, "Thank God for His blessings."

Just like she said, it doesn't matter what the reason is that they met.

Importantly, Stella came to her side.

Now that Stella had found the cause, she listened to her.

If she hadn't met Stella, Catherine doesn't know what she would be like now.

Is she still the fiancée of Crown Prince Xue'an, suffering the Queen's dislike and Erskine's bullying?

Or perhaps, she was forced to give way to the successor and had to accept the humiliation of becoming the Crown Prince's concubine instead of the future Crown Princess.

Now, just thinking about that kind of future makes her feel unbearable and suffocated.

Fortunately, Stella came to her side.

Of course, if it was indeed a god who brought Stella to her, then it wouldn't be impossible for her to become a devout believer of the god.

As for those who rebel against God, who cares?

A group of people who harmed her and offered no help, only sticking to her after her life started to improve—who can compare to them?

Once their usefulness has been exhausted, they can disappear.

“Stella,” Catherine said coquettishly, “how about we don’t lose contact tonight, as if you’re here with me?”

“Okay,” Stella agreed, set up a magic circle in the room to prevent intruders, and lay down to rest.

Catherine had thought she would be too excited to sleep, but seeing Stella's sleeping face so close to hers, she quickly drifted off to sleep.

The next day, when Catherine was woken up by a knock on the door, she was still a little confused, but subconsciously looked at the mirror next to her pillow.

Stella was sitting at the table having breakfast, with familiar fruits and a glass of juice.

Stella was about to drink from her glass when she suddenly noticed Catherine's gaze and gave her a gentle smile.

Good morning, Catherine. A new day has begun.