The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Moran listened quietly, her gaze fixed on little Leila.

The little one was trying to teach Kaba to play with building blocks, although Kaba just sat still, letting her pile the colorful wooden blocks on its bony hands.

"It sounds like... a wonderful adventure. I think I'll give it a try when I'm ready!"

Della patted the back of her hand. "That's enough. No one is born knowing how to be a mother. It's something you learn gradually, along with your child."

Just then, little Leila came running over, carrying a plush bear, and shoved the bear into Moran's arms.
"Sister Moran, this is a little bear that Mom and I made together. Thank you for giving me so many gifts!"

Moran took the soft bear. The bear's crystal eyes were bright and sparkling, and it had a small bow tied around its neck.

Little Leila looked at her expectantly.

"Thank you, Leila, it's so cute," Moran said earnestly, pinching the bear's ears.

Little Leila was satisfied and ran back to continue "leading" Zizi, Kaba, and Sentai to play with her new toy.

Lunch consisted of a simple vegetable soup, pan-fried steak, freshly baked bread, and berries picked from the forest.

Little Leila sat on her high chair, holding her little spoon and drinking her soup with great effort and focus.

Whenever soup or food scraps fall, the edge of the bib around her neck rolls up to gently wipe away the stains, and then the bib activates its cleaning magic to clean it up.

This allows little Leila to practice eating independently while avoiding the mess after meals.

After the meal, little Leila began to show signs of sleepiness, nodding her head and unconsciously rubbing her eyes with her little hands.

The cradle bed in the corner of the living room, covered with a soft blanket, immediately sensed its little master's situation. The four bedposts, carved with vine patterns, silently extended upwards and outwards, bending like gentle arms, steadily "embracing" little Leila, who was still dozing in the dining chair, lifting her up completely, and then smoothly returning her to the center of the cradle.

Then, a thin, breathable blanket automatically unfolded and gently covered her, tucking the corners of the blanket in.

At the same time, the silencing magic circle on the cradle was quietly activated, partially isolating the cradle area from outside sounds, leaving only the soft, rhythmic swaying of the cradle itself.

The cradle began to rock back and forth slowly and steadily.

Within minutes, little Leila's curled-up body completely relaxed, her long eyelashes covered her eyelids, her little mouth was slightly open, and her breathing became even and long.

“She’s asleep.” Della glanced at her. “Every time she falls asleep, the world becomes quiet.”

The two sat down on the sofa again.

"If you decide to conceive a little witch, you can do what I did and use magic to infuse some of the things that the little witch will use frequently in her daily life. They can also help you take care of the little witch's daily life!"

“That’s a brilliant idea!” Moran had never considered that magical contamination could be used in baby products.

The main reason is that when Shana was young, her mother, Shana, lacked magical skills and foundational knowledge, and things were done in a rushed manner, leaving her unprepared for many things. She had to take care of Shana herself. If she could be properly exposed to these things beforehand, it would be like having a group of nannies around, allowing her mother to be much more free and focus more on higher-quality interaction and companionship.

"Other things, like the magic power you need to build up before planting the Witch Tree, shouldn't be a problem for you. The little witches have pure souls, and they are destined from birth to be of good character. Just relax and enjoy the process!"

Della spoke in detail, and Moran took careful notes. These insights were invaluable knowledge that could not be found in any magic book.

In the afternoon, Leila woke up from her nap with rosy cheeks and full of energy.

Moran played with her on the grass in front of the treehouse for a long time. Time slipped away quietly amidst laughter, and before they knew it, the setting sun had begun to gild the treetops of the forest with a warm golden edge.

Looking at the sky, Moran knew it was time to say goodbye.

"Are you sure you don't want to stay another night?" Della asked again, trying to persuade her to stay.

"No, Grandma." Moran shook her head, bent down and picked up little Leila, who was reluctantly holding onto Zhizhi's little paws, repeatedly saying "goodbye":
"I'm currently staying in a mutated hollow tree outside Sunset Forest, so flying back there will be quick!"

She nuzzled little Leila's soft cheek and said earnestly to Della, "I've had a really great day, thank you, Grandma!"

“Why are you being so polite with me!” Della’s eyes were full of affection. “You are always welcome here. If you have any questions about parenting, feel free to ask me.”

"Yes!" Moran nodded vigorously, then her eyes lit up as if she remembered something. "Oh, right, Grandma, aren't you going back to the Blessed Witch Clan in a few days to take care of some business? It's not a short journey, why don't you stop by my place for a night before continuing your journey? The sunrises and sunsets there are very beautiful, and the rose bushes are in full bloom right now, and..."

She looked at little Leila, who was listening intently in her arms, and said, "You can leave little Leila with me for now, and pick her up when you return from the clan meeting! Let me experience what it's like to take care of a little witch!"

"Really?" Little Leila immediately turned to look at Della, her little face filled with "I want to go! I want to go! I really want to go!", her expectant light almost overflowing.

Della looked at her daughter, feeling both amused and helpless. She gently tapped her forehead with her finger: "Mom was originally planning to take you to the clan gathering. Now you can choose: do you want to come with me to the clan gathering, or go play at Moran's place?"

Without a second's hesitation, Leila's clear voice rang out: "Let's go to Sister Moran's!"

The clan gathering? She'd been there. There were lots of delicious snacks, but she couldn't understand what the adults were saying.

But at Sister Moran's place! There are talking monkeys, flowering vines, and pretty little skeletons who patiently play with her.

And there's also a mutated hollow tree, which sounds amazing. She's only ever seen it in books. Do we really need to choose one?

"Okay, okay, I understand!" Della turned to Moran: "Then I'll send little Leila to you before I leave in a few days. I'll have to trouble you to take care of her for a few days!"

“It won’t be troublesome at all!” Moran’s smile was incredibly bright; she was genuinely looking forward to it. “I’m free lately, and having little Leila around will definitely make things more fun!”

Little Leila was overjoyed to hear her mother agree, bouncing happily in Moran's arms. She then hugged Moran's neck tightly and planted a big, firm kiss on her cheek, leaving a wet mark with a lingering sweet scent of jam. (End of Chapter)