NABC Chapter 544 World 2
Chapter 544 World 2
Seeing the situation here, and with the Elf King's explanation from the side, the newly arrived guest, who was also an elder of the fairy race, finally understood Stella's situation.
For a moment, the elder looked at Stella with heartache in his eyes.
From that day on, Stella became a day student, and every day the elves would take her to the fairy academy to study with her three friends.
According to the fairy clan's wishes, Stella, although born from the companion grass of the mother tree, was a true fairy cub and should have lived on the fairy tree.
But neither the Elf King nor the elves agreed.
For hundreds of years, no new elves had been born. Stella was finally born in the elven realm, and she was their precious darling.
Seeing this, the fairy race could only turn a blind eye.
After all, although the two races have different appearances, they share a common king.
Stella's guide was the Elf King himself, so it can be said that she was without any of her own kind by her side.
Stella was initially unaware of their predicament. It was only after she had painstakingly learned the language of fairies and elves that she discovered it through the mysterious whispers of her friends.
The girls all have names with good meanings, but Stella has gotten used to calling them Reed, Grey, and Blue by the previous misheard names.
Yes, the three friends' hair is also red, green, and blue, which is very fitting for the occasion.
Stella, who was completely illiterate in class and couldn't say a word, quickly became the top student among her classmates.
She not only made amazing progress in literature, but also made rapid progress in learning basic magic such as earth, fire, water, and wind.
The elders of the fairy clan marveled at her talent more than once.
As the last student to enroll, Stella was the first to graduate from the basic classes.
As everyone knows, after Stella finishes her beginner course, she will no longer travel between the fairy and elven settlements every day, but will instead reside permanently in the elven territory, where she will continue to be taught by the elves. Therefore, everyone is very reluctant to part with her.
Grey was a pretty little girl who clung to Stella, not wanting to let go, with big, watery green eyes.
"Stella, I'm giving you my favorite flower brooch. You must come back to visit us often!"
After she personally pinned the brooch on Stella, Rhett and Blue quickly followed suit.
"Stella, we will definitely try our best to go to the Elf Kingdom to visit you."
Stella nodded in agreement before saying, "The Elf Clan's 100-day celebration is coming up soon. Although it won't be a grand event, the Fairy Clan will definitely participate."
"Work hard, and I believe that if you perform well, the elders will definitely take you there."
The three friends' eyes lit up, and they nodded vigorously.
Knowing they would see each other again soon, the sadness of parting was lessened considerably, and the group began to cheerfully discuss what they would do when they met again.
"Stella, we'll definitely try our best to attend the celebration. You have to show us around the elven lands then!"
Stella agreed to all of them, and then bid farewell to her friends and the fairies who had taken good care of her during this time before flying to Garcia, the fairy who was responsible for picking her up and dropping her off.
After watching her finish speaking with her friend, Garcia nodded to the fairy clan, then lightly leaped out of the tall forest, using the trees as leverage.
As soon as she jumped into the air, a flying horse came swiftly and carried her on its back.
"Hold on tight to Stella," Garcia said, casting a windproof spell on her before tightening the reins. The winged horse galloped away, and they soon arrived at the Elf King's Palace.
Stella didn't need anyone to guide her; she simply flapped her little wings and flew away.
"king!"
Stella entered the hall excitedly as usual, only to find that there were other people in the hall.
With blond hair, blue eyes, and no pointed ears, this is a human.
Stella slowed down and gracefully landed on the petal-shaped table and chair that the Elf King had prepared for her.
The human was surprised for a moment before laughing: "Your Excellency the Elf King actually keeps a little fairy? Has the fairy race finally relaxed its protective instincts towards its cubs?"
Stella did not speak, nor did the Elf King offer any explanation, only saying, "The fairy race is also my people."
The human replied solemnly, "It was my oversight."
He gave Stella a gentlemanly bow: "Hello, beautiful little fairy, I am Eugene, the human god of magic. May I have the honor of knowing your name?"
Stella glanced at the Elf King first, and seeing that he did not stop her, she spoke politely: "I am Stella."
“What a fine name,” Eugene thought, itching to tease the little fairy, but he abandoned the idea after noticing the Elf King’s emotionless gaze.
He rummaged through his storage ring, took out a few items, put them into a small storage ring, and pushed it in front of Stella: "This is a gift for you."
Stella blinked and accepted the gifts with the Elf King's tacit approval.
Then the Elf King said, "Eugene and I still have some things to discuss. Stella, go and play with Garcia for a while."
In the past, the Elf King had never hidden anything from her about matters concerning the Elven race. However, this time, he wouldn't let her eavesdrop on his conversation with Eugene, so Stella obediently said goodbye and flew outside.
However, she didn't go far; she only flew to the backyard.
It is currently the preparation period for the Elven race's once-in-a-century 100-day celebration, and all the elves are busy with it, including Garcia.
She's just a small person and can't be of much help, so it's best not to slow down other people's work.
In the backyard are the legendary never-drying Elf Pool and the tallest tree in the Elf Forest.
That's right, it's the Elf Mother Tree.
This area was originally a forbidden zone, and there were magic arrays to prevent outsiders from entering.
But Stella was always able to enter without any hindrance whenever she flew here.
Furthermore, the Elf King and Garcia, among others, could come and go freely without ever stopping her, so much so that she hadn't yet discovered this fact.
Stella flew around the mother tree once, said hello, and then flew to the clump of ice-blue grass that had given her birth.
Just as she was about to relax for a while in the small hammock tied among the grass blades, as usual, she suddenly realized something was wrong.
Stella carefully counted the fruits on the mother tree that were bearing elven babies, and then she discovered a pleasant surprise.
There was a fruit that was close to the grass and hidden among the green leaves. It was originally dark green and so thick that you couldn't see anything clearly. Now the fruit has grown bigger and the green has become much lighter.
In the sunlight, Stella could already vaguely make out the outlines of the elf cubs inside.
Stella was delighted and circled the fruit, but didn't dare touch it. Instead, she flew back to the Elf King's palace, waiting for them to finish their conversation so she could tell him the good news.
The elven race, which has not had an elven cub born for hundreds of years, is about to welcome a newborn. How could this not be a joyous occasion?
Stella had just stopped on the colonnade outside the palace when she heard Eugene's worried voice.
"The Dark Temple's influence is growing, and its actions are becoming increasingly arrogant. Many of the followers of the Temple of Light have already switched their allegiance to the Dark Temple. We can no longer let this continue."
"I have already united more than ten races, including orcs and dwarves, and now I hope to get help from the elves as well."
After waiting for a long time without receiving a reply, Eugene spoke up again in a hurry: "Although the realm of gods and the human realm are now separated, it is hard to guarantee that the gods will not return one day."
"You are a creation of the God of Light, and the God of Light is also the faith of the Temple of Light. By helping us, you are also helping the God of Light!"
Stella was glad she had found a good place to sit; otherwise, she probably would have forgotten to flap her wings and fallen.
Leaving aside the fact that the Elf King was a creation of the God of Light, and also setting aside the question of whether the Temple of Light or the Temple of Darkness had the upper hand outside.
What Stella cared about most was the separation between the human world and the divine world.
She hadn't forgotten how the man in the tuxedo addressed the divine light in a secret realm from the previous world.
Stella originally intended to take this opportunity to study and improve her strength, master this power she had never encountered before, and then gradually reach the age where she could go out and train, so as to see if the God of Light of this world was indeed her senior brother.
But now it means that even if she verifies the result, she still can't find the person?
Stella was numb.
The world still doesn't know who the protagonist is, or where the ending will be, and then this terrible news arrives.
She sighed, resting her chin on her hand. "What a worry!"
"Stella, what are you doing outside?" Garcia had finished what he was doing and brought back some fresh fruit.
"These are newly harvested milk fruits. I specially picked out the sweetest ones for you. The elder said the rest should be stored away to be used for the banquet during the 100-day celebration."
Stella flew down and landed on the basket in Garcia's hand. Smelling the fragrant milk fruit, she asked, "Garcia, did you have a good harvest of milk fruit this time?"
“It’s about the same as usual,” Garcia reassured her, thinking she was worried that the milk fruit would run out after the banquet. “The elders have already prepared enough for you for the whole year. You can eat one serving a day and throw one away and still have some left over.”
Stella shook her head. She hadn't become an archmage yet, and she was so small. How many fruits could she possibly consume?
Besides, she doesn't just eat milk fruit anymore; she can eat other things too, so her dependence on milk fruit is much less than before.
She was worried that if the elves' abundant milk fruit was used up, the cubs would only have a few days left to eat after they were born.
Stella looked at Garcia, hesitant to speak, and said, "Garcia, do you have anything else to do later? If not, wait with me for a bit. There's something I need to tell the King before I can tell you."
“It seems to be a very important matter,” Garcia said. He didn’t think there was anything wrong with Stella putting the Elf King before her, and even agreed with the idea.
Although she didn't think Stella was that important, she was willing to make the cub happy.
The commotion outside was naturally heard by the Elf King and Eugene inside the palace. The Elf King finally spoke, saying, "The Elf Clan's Hundred-Day Celebration is approaching, and nothing is more important than this right now."
"Since you have been invited, why don't you first enjoy the celebration?"
Eugene was somewhat disappointed. But he had known from the moment he arrived that the Elf King wouldn't agree so quickly, so he composed himself, took his leave, and departed.
As Eugene hurriedly left, the Elf King appeared at the door: "Stella, do you have any news to tell me?"
Stella flew over, grabbed one of his fingers, and pulled him toward the mother tree.
"You'll understand once you come with me, Your Majesty."
The Elf King saw the direction she pointed in and had some vague guesses in his mind.
Not only him, but also Garcia's heartbeat quickened as he thought about Stella's question earlier.
Thus, Stella didn't need to exert much effort, and both the Elf King and Garcia quickened their pace.
After reaching the mother tree, Stella didn't play the riddle-maker; instead, she flew over and parted the leaves that were blocking her view.
"Look!"
Garcia had previously been responsible for taking care of the fruit on the mother tree and was very familiar with the state of these fruits at each stage.
Needless to say, the Elf King, after tens of thousands of years, no elf knows better than him what the fruit about to be born will look like.
Garcia was overjoyed by this surprise, and his whole demeanor brightened.
"Oh my god, I am not dreaming!"
Garcia, unable to sit still any longer, immediately said, "Your Majesty, I will go to the elders now and ask them to rearrange the fruit at the banquet."
Having said that, Garcia ran off without waiting for the Elf King's orders.
Stella flew to the Elf King: "Your Majesty, are you surprised by the news I bring?"
“It’s a pleasant surprise,” the Elf King said gently to Stella. “Thank you, Stella, for discovering something so important.”
As the creation that the gods devoted the most effort to, the Elf King's appearance goes without saying, and his physique is also top-notch, with slender limbs, just the right amount of thin muscles, exuding power without being too aggressive.
But aside from all that, Stella thought the Elf King's eyes were truly stunning.
The golden pupils of the blue eyes are more translucent than the finest jade. When those eyes are focused intently on you alone, it's hard not to feel a sense of pleasure.
Stella met his gaze for a moment, then, as if shy, landed on his shoulder and hid in his hair.
To be honest, the Elf King's beauty is her favorite to date, an aesthetic assault in every sense of the word, an absolute dream man.
Unfortunately, this is a king.
Stella breathed a sigh of relief, clearing her mind of her chaotic thoughts, before peeking out and looking in the direction from which the chaotic footsteps were coming.
Before long, just like the scene when she was born, almost all the important figures in the Elven race appeared under the Mother Tree.
They stared at the fruit for a long time before reluctantly turning their gaze away.
The elven elder made the decision: "The milk fruit for this banquet will be supplied as usual, but instead of being unlimited, it will be limited. We will also increase the area where milk fruit is planted to prepare for the birth of the cubs."
“Of course,” the elven elder looked at Stella with delight, “the food prepared for our little Stella must not be touched casually.”
Then, a torrent of praise poured out of the elven elder's mouth, every word of which came from the heart.
Stella, who had only pretended to be shy when she made eye contact with the Elf King earlier, this time she really covered her face and hid herself completely with the Elf King's hair.
“Alright,” the Elf King said with amusement, “the cub will be born in a while, let’s go and prepare for the 100-day celebration.”
"This is a celebration for the gods; there is no room for error."