The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Everyone enjoyed their meal, their laughter and chatter filling the air.

Even Squeaky has a special cocktail prepared just for it.

It first cautiously sniffed the aroma of wine, a blend of ocean and fruit scents, then stuck out its pink little tongue and tentatively licked it.

The next second, its whole little body trembled, its silver fur seemed to shine even brighter, its eyes widened, and it let out a soft "squeak" of extreme satisfaction.

He immediately began to sip the drink in small, precious sips, squinting his eyes happily and shaking his head with each sip. His blissful expression made everyone chuckle.

Kaba sat quietly on the edge of the table. It didn't need to eat, but the eerie flames in its eyes flickered gently amidst the laughter and aroma of food, as if it were sharing in the joy.

The moss vines spread along the edge of the "table," with a few small flowers blooming at the top, emitting a delicate fragrance and swaying gently, as if adding to the festivities.

As dawn approached, the feast drew to a close, and everyone was satisfied with their meal, their stomachs full and their hearts content.

Most of the food on the table was eaten, and the rest was cleaned up by Vasita's "devouring stomach" once again. Even the plates were "digested" and recycled, and the beach was cleaned up again, leaving only the lingering, memorable aroma in the air.

A sense of languor spread after the meal, and everyone tacitly chose the most comfortable positions, either sitting or lying down, facing the horizon where dark blue and gray-white intertwined, and waited quietly.

Vasida let out a small, satisfied yawn, pulled a large, soft, temperature-controlled rug from her own space, spread it on the dry sand, and was the first to lie down comfortably on it, with her arms behind her head.

Lilith and Sylph lay directly on their backs on the fine, cool sand, feeling the solid ground beneath them and the dampness of the receding tide.

Moran sat on her moss chaise lounge, but adjusted the backrest to be more reclined, almost parallel to the ground.

Squeaky curled up into a silver ball on her lap, fast asleep, her little belly rising and falling slightly with her breathing, and occasionally smacking her lips, as if savoring fine wine in her dreams.

Moss vines trailed down the lounge chair, weaving a small platform beside her, upon which sat a half-cup of warm moonflower tea.

Kaba sat quietly with her.

The sea breeze became exceptionally gentle, the sound of the waves became soothing and rhythmic, and the color of the sky began to subtly change.

The deepest inky blue gradually faded, tinged with a hazy grayish-purple, followed by a light mauve and orange-pink.

The group sipped their flower tea and chatted idly, gazing lazily in the direction of the sunrise.

“Honestly, Moran,” Vasita said, her face still flushed from the intoxication, but her eyes clear. She turned to her friend and said, “Seeing how meticulously you’ve prepared your ‘Parenting Handbook,’ and even putting it into practice beforehand… have you really made up your mind to conceive your own little witch?”

Moran nodded gently and affirmed, "Yes! It's decided." "I really miss how we were back in the Witch Academy!" Lilith gazed at the rising sun that dyed the sea a golden hue, her eyes distant, as if she could see through time to her spirited selves from many years ago.

After a moment of silence, she finally made up her mind:
"Mo Lan, after you finish writing your 'Parenting Bible,' could you let me copy it down and study it?"

Upon hearing this, Moran turned to look at her in surprise: "What? Lilith, are you also preparing to conceive a little witch?"

Lilith nodded:
"When I was in school, my biggest regret was that I was a year older than the three of you, so I couldn't enroll in the same year as you and graduated a year earlier. I missed a lot of 'synchronized' time that we could have experienced together."

The second-generation witches who grow from the Witch Tree will have even greater potential and longer lifespans. During these long years, like-minded friends who can walk alongside them will be invaluable. So… let's set a time to plant the Witch Trees together!
In this way, our children can keep each other company, play together, and explore the world during their early witch years; when they become young witches, they can enter the academy together, become classmates, and learn and grow together; and in the future, there is a high probability that they will become close friends like us, people who can trust and support each other.

Upon hearing this, Moran's eyes lit up immediately, and she responded almost instantly:
“Great idea! That’s perfect! I was worried that if it’s just my child, he might lack playmates before he goes to college at thirteen. It would be wonderful if he could have friends he grew up with!”

"Hey! Two people's friendship is too lonely! Count me in!" Vasita said urgently and excitedly, "Just imagine, three little ones running around together, how heartwarming that would be!"

After saying that, she turned to look at Sylph beside her:
"Sylph! Didn't you say before that you found a lot of otherworldly magical plant seeds that you hadn't seen before in the card shop since you came back? Those should be enough for you to study for many years, right? Anyway, studying seeds and raising children don't conflict with each other! Why don't you... plant another one?"

Lilith looked over and added, "Yes, Sylph, this way our children can play together from a young age, go to school together, and go on adventures together, just like we did back then!"

As Sylph met the expectant and eager gazes of her three friends, she couldn't help but recall the warm yet slightly regretful moments of Flora and Tiana's childhood, and her earlier reflections on "one hundred percent maternal love" that she had shared with Moran.

Perhaps this is an opportunity to make up for regrets.

She took a deep breath, the sea breeze carrying the warmth of the morning sun filling her chest, and nodded firmly:
"Okay! I'll join too! This time, I'll definitely plant only one witch tree so that my child can have the most complete maternal love."

"So, which Witch Tree are you planning to use?" Moran asked. "I'm planning to use it in Emerald Creek Plains."

“I’m going back to Starlight Forest! I grew up there, and it’s perfect for planting the Witch Tree!” Sylph was inspired by Moran.

“I’m still at the place where I planted the mutated hollow tree before; the scenery there is beautiful!” Lilith said.

“You should all go back to where you grew up!” Vasita thought about Dark Valley where she grew up and quickly shook her head: “I’d rather build a house in Witch Town and plant a Witch Tree. I don’t want to go back to Dark Valley.”

“That’s perfect. Let’s all build a residence in Witch Town and connect it to the door of the Witch’s House in the Mirror Space. Then the children can visit each other anytime!” Moran said.

The four looked at each other and smiled, their eyes reflecting each other's images and the ever-brightening sunrise. (End of Chapter)