The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

The sprouting of new buds, those trembling green shoots, not only symbolize the complete awakening of the tree from its slumber, but also signify the establishment of a unique and unbreakable magical link between it and its future mother.

From then on, it was no longer just a common "witch tree seed," but a life embryo that belonged exclusively to her, waiting to be nurtured and grown by love and magic.

Next, the sprouted tree seeds need to be planted in the prepared soil or special planting pots.

After that, it was nourished day after day with exotic magic, waiting for it to sprout branches, unfold leaves, and grow strong, until the "Witch's Fruit" condensed deep in the canopy.

When the fruit peel gradually transforms from its initial greenness into a lustrous white, symbolizing maturity and purity, it is time to pick the fruit and hatch the little witch.

Without needing to say anything more, the four witches exchanged a glance, and the next moment, they turned around in unison.

Vasita, holding the sprouting seed, walked lightly yet solemnly through the living room, pushed open the front door, and entered the front courtyard.

Moran, Lilith, and Sylph, on the other hand, need to use the portals of their respective lakeside residences to reach their prepared childcare homes.

Moran returned to the lakeside cabin and moved the magic pointer at the door to the exquisite icon of "Emerald Creek Log House".

Open the door again, and outside lies the sun-drenched Cuixi Plain.

In the courtyard, Squeak, Moss, and Kaba were already eagerly waiting.

When they saw Moran return with the sprouted tree seeds, they immediately gathered around the special space planting pot.

Squeaking and tiptoeing, the moss stretched out its vines and adjusted the angle of its skull, all clinging to the edge of the pot, their eyes fixed on Moran and the tree seed with its tiny buds in her hand.

Moran walked to the basin, took a deep breath of the cool morning air, and calmed her racing heart.

She squatted down and first used her fingertips to dig a small pit in the basin that was just the right depth and had a regular shape.

Then, pick up the tree seed with its tender buds, point the buds upwards, and carefully place it in the center of the pit.

Next, she used her fingertips to gather the surrounding soil little by little, gently pressing it down to ensure that the seed was completely covered and firmly established, leaving only that tender, lush green sprout, timidly yet resolutely pushing out of the soil to face the sky and the sun.

Although it is only a tiny sprout, it already possesses the most primal spirituality, able to vaguely perceive the outside world, especially its connection with the one who nurtured it.

These special planting pots also have pre-prepared "tree-friendship techniques," allowing you to clearly perceive the simple intentions of the plants inside simply by placing your hand on the edge of the pot.

In addition, Moran, Zizi, and Kaba all wear brooches that have solidified "Wood Language," allowing them to listen to the "words" of plants at any time.

As for moss, it is a plant life form and can naturally communicate with grass and trees.

Almost the instant the soil was covered, a faint yet incredibly clear thought entered the minds of Moran, Zizi, Kaba, and Sentai: "Hungry~"

Squeak, Kaba, and Sentai immediately turned to look at Moran, their eyes screaming, "Feed it! It's hungry!"

Moran couldn't help but chuckle, but a warmth filled her heart.

She knew that this was the little sprout asking her for its "first meal" of growth.

She dared not delay, and stretched out her finger, the alien magic flowing from her fingertip, precisely and steadily injecting into the bud.

The little sprout immediately emitted waves of greedy and joyful thoughts, diligently absorbing the foreign magic, extending its root system, and emanating subtle feelings of "satisfaction" and "comfort." A moment later, the thought transformed into: "I'm full~"

Moran immediately stopped transferring magic power, not a bit more or less.

"You're full so quickly?" Squeak blinked its big black eyes in surprise and gestured with its little paws:
"It's only eaten such a tiny bit! When will it ever grow big enough to bear fruit!"

"The process of the Witch Tree from sprouting to fruit ripening is gradual, and the amount of magic required increases as it progresses."

Moran patiently explained, gently touching the delicate new bud with her finger:

"It is still too young, and its roots and spirit are very fragile. It can only withstand so much magic at a time."

Overfeeding will actually 'overfeed' it and damage its foundation.

What we need to do is feed it the right amount of magic when it's 'hungry,' so it can grow healthily and steadily.

After saying that, she looked at Sen Tai and said, "Sen Tai, you'll probably have to put in a lot of effort in the days to come."

Please keep a close eye on Xiaoya's condition for me.

Once it senses the feeling of 'hunger,' it immediately notifies me, no matter where I am.

As long as we ensure it has sufficient energy, it can grow at the fastest and healthiest speed and bear the witch's fruit.

Conversely, if the energy supply is not timely or sufficient, the growth cycle of the Witch Tree will be lengthened, and the time for it to bear fruit will be delayed accordingly.

The tip of the moss vine immediately tapped up and down. Then, it dragged its own planting pot and rolled it "rolling" to the side of the witch's tree planting pot, placing it right next to it.

The meaning couldn't be clearer: From today onwards, I'm staying here and won't leave!
Moreover, dozens of vines sprouted from its body, like flexible green tentacles, quickly climbing up the outer wall of the wooden building and precisely reaching into the interior from the edges of every window in the second-floor bedroom, study, nursery, and the first-floor living room and kitchen.

In this way, no matter where Moran is in the wooden building, Sen Tai can convey Xiao Ya's "call" to her immediately.

Looking at the intricate arrangement of the moss vines, Moran couldn't help but smile and reach out to gently tap its proudly upturned vine tip: "Thank you for your hard work, moss."

Seeing this, Zizi wasn't about to be outdone. She immediately took out a small stool, placed it on the other side of the planting pot with a "thump," and puffed out her little chest:
"I'll sit here whenever I have free time! Or play in the yard! I promise I'll be there whenever you call!"

"Okay, okay, thank you for your hard work, Squeaky." Moran smiled and rubbed its silver head.

Just then, a very faint "click" sound came from not far away.

Following the sound, one could see a magic camera and a magic video recorder already set up not far from the optimal vantage point of the planting pot, both lenses pointed at the pot and the new sprout. The video recorder was silently recording this historic moment.

The soft sound came from an inconspicuous remote control device in Kaba's hand.

It had just pressed the shutter of the magic camera, capturing the moment when Moran planted the tree seeds and the new buds began to sprout.

Kaba's ghostly fire flickered calmly for a moment, then he held up a small wooden sign: "Give me your growth record."

From that day forward, Moran's life officially revolved around the wooden courtyard house in Cuixi Plain. (End of Chapter)