The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

The overwhelming surprise made her face turn bright red instantly, and even the tips of her ears turned a lovely pink.

She looked up at the smiling Moran, then at her mother beside her, who was also smiling, and finally her gaze fell back on the mountain of gifts. For a moment, she didn't know which one to look at first, feeling a little dizzy with happiness.

Moran floated another pile of gifts in front of Della: "Grandma, these are gifts for you!"

"You child... it's already good enough that you came to see me, but you went to the trouble of preparing so many gifts." Della looked at the gifts, feeling somewhat flattered.

"It's nothing. It's nothing expensive, but I thought you might find it useful..." Moran said a little shyly, "Next, I'd appreciate it if you could share your parenting tips with me!"

"Parenting tips?" Della was surprised at first, then asked with a knowing smile, "You also want to have a little witch?"

Moran nodded frankly: "That's the idea. So I wanted to come here to learn from you first, to understand more, and then I'll consider planting the Witch Tree when I feel I'm ready in all aspects!"

“Your idea is right!” Della said with emotion, “Your mother Shana was completely unprepared when she got pregnant with you. She had only graduated a few years ago and was busy saving money. The witch’s house hadn’t even been built yet. When she suddenly found out that she was carrying a little life, she panicked.”

During that time, she would write me more than a dozen letters a day, and every single one of them was filled with anxiety.

Della mimicked Shana's possible tone at the time perfectly: "'Mom, I feel a strange fluctuation in magic today, could it be that something is wrong with the baby?' 'Mom, what should I do if I dream that the baby isn't a witch?' 'Mom, how can I know if she's healthy?' 'Mom, what if I raise the child badly in the future?'... and so on, one question after another, some of which were even ridiculous.

I reassured her repeatedly, telling her that everything would be alright, that the witch's body and magical circulation would naturally protect and adapt to the nurturing of new life, and that she should relax, feel the wonder of the connection between life and worry less unnecessarily.

However, the anxiety and sense of responsibility one feels when becoming a mother for the first time is difficult to fully understand without experiencing it firsthand.

Her anxiety only gradually subsided after you were safely delivered.

So, the fact that you can start thinking, understanding, and preparing now, instead of waiting for an 'unexpected' event to happen and then panicking, is already a very good start.

Bringing life into the world is a major event. Understanding potential situations, adjusting your lifestyle accordingly, preparing the necessary knowledge and resources, and most importantly, adjusting your mindset will all make you more composed and at ease in the future, allowing you to better enjoy the process!

“Thank you for telling me all this, Grandma Della,” Moran said sincerely. “Hearing you say that makes me feel much more at ease. It seems that doing your research and asking for help beforehand really is necessary.”

“Come on, let’s go inside and have a good chat over tea!” Della affectionately took Moran’s arm and walked toward the treehouse.

The interior of the treehouse is more spacious and bright than it appears from the outside, filled with a warm and inviting atmosphere.

The furniture, made of natural wood, has smooth lines and is casually decorated with soft woven cushions. Several drawings made with colored crayons, full of childlike imagination, are scattered on the low table. In the corner, there are several half-built "castles" made of blocks, as well as a few adorable cloth dolls whose fur is a little messy from being "pampered" by their owner.

On the fireplace mantel, there was a whole row of picture frames of different sizes.

In the photos, Della always wears a warm smile, surrounded by girls of different ages—her daughters from various stages of her life.

In the very center, and also the largest, silver frame, was an oil painting depicting a young Della cradling a wrinkled infant, Shana, her eyes filled with tender affection. Beside Della stood a similarly young human girl, dressed in an exquisite dress.

That was Grand Duke Clare in his childhood, and also the child that Della had cared for as his godmother.

"Sit wherever you like, make yourself at home."

Della greeted them and turned to walk towards the open-plan kitchenette.

The tea room has an excellent location with a nearly floor-to-ceiling window that offers a clear view of the lawn outside.

Little Leila was squatting next to her "mountain of gifts," not in a hurry to unpack the most gorgeous ones, but instead showing great interest in Mori, who came down from the flying carpet.

A slender, soft vine emerged from the moss, its tip magically coalescing and blooming into a tiny white flower the size of a grain of rice, which it presented to Little Leila to cheer her up.

Little Leila exclaimed in surprise, "Oh!" and carefully took the little flower, holding it in her palm and looking at it again and again. Then she looked up at Sen Tai and gave him a big smile with a missing front tooth.

"It seems they get along well." Della walked over with a tea tray and happened to see this scene, her smile deepening at the corners of her eyes.

She placed a cup of fragrant herbal tea, imbued with blessings, in front of Moran.

Moran took the warm teacup, the rising steam carrying the fragrance of chamomile, lemongrass, and a few unnamed wildflowers. She looked at Della and asked the core question that had been lingering in her heart, the one that had prompted her to come and visit:
"Grandma, do you think...raising a little witch is a very happy thing?"

"Of course. The little witches are born with a natural understanding of witchcraft, their souls are pure and innocent, and they are kind by nature. Raising them is an extremely joyful process!"

Della sat down opposite her, her gaze following the small figure outside the window:
"You will remember the first time she clearly called you 'Mom,' and then the dependence and trust she showed when she wobbled and rushed into your arms without hesitation."

You will cherish the first drawing she made on paper with her chubby little hands, a drawing that no one could understand.

That drawing might be crumpled and stained with jam, but simply because it was the first gift your child gave you, it becomes priceless.

Della's voice gradually took on a complex and profound emotion:

"Then, you will watch her grow up little by little, from a little bean to a little witch."

Watching her leave home to meet new friends at the magic academy and learn all sorts of magic, anticipating every letter from her, rejoicing at every little bit of progress she makes, feeling heartache for her setbacks, but mostly feeling proud to let her fly free!
Until they graduated, began to live independently, ventured out into the world, and embarked on their own dreams and paths.

You participated in and witnessed the blossoming of a complete life; this sense of accomplishment, I believe, is unparalleled by any magical research or personal achievement! (End of Chapter)