The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

The little guy was clearly not fully used to his new form of "hatching" and moving around on his limbs and torso, and thought he was still that "egg" that could roll freely and be unrestrained.

After being cleaned by Moran, wrapped in soft, warm cotton cloth, and carefully placed back on the soft mat in the crib, she immediately began planning the next round of "hide-and-seek" game.

Taking advantage of the fact that "no one was around," she took a deep breath, tried to contract her soft little arms and legs, and attempted to curl her body into a tight ball, just like she had done in the past few months. Then, she used her bottom to propel herself off the bed and began her secret plan.

However, reality gave her a real rude awakening.

She tried her best to turn over, but found that the once easy-to-use, hard, smooth, and exceptionally elastic "eggshell" was gone.

Instead, there were limp, powerless arms and short, haphazard legs that kicked without any rhythm.

She tried to turn to her side, but her body was like a cloud that wouldn't obey her commands. She could only twist and turn a few times in vain on the soft mattress. Not to mention rolling off the bed, even turning from her back to her side was extremely difficult.

Each attempt drained her limited energy; her little face gradually flushed red from the effort, tiny beads of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose, and her large purple eyes were filled with confusion and a hint of barely perceptible frustration.

What happened? Where is my "Invincible Wind and Fire Wheels"?

Beside her, on a soft couch by the window, in the little one's blind spot, Moran, who had witnessed everything, suppressed a smile as she looked at her daughter's adorable appearance, "ambitious" yet "struggling to move forward," and her heart melted.

Seeing that the little guy had tried many times without moving an inch, and had become breathless and his face was flushed, yet he still stubbornly refused to give up, Moran couldn't bear it any longer and finally spoke softly:
"Sylvia, you've hatched from your egg. You're a baby witch now. Your arms and legs aren't strong enough yet, so you need to eat and sleep well and rest a bit more before you can get out of bed on your own!"

The little guy, who was struggling with his limp body, stiffened upon hearing this.

She stopped her futile twisting and turned her still somewhat inflexible neck with difficulty, tilting her head to look in the direction from which the sound came.

This sight made her feel utterly ashamed.

On the soft couch, her mother, Moran, was smiling at her.

Squeak was squatting by the bed, its big black eyes unblinking, its tail wagging curiously.

Kaba was next to it, holding a magic camera, and just then pressed the shutter.

Even the moss had a vine hanging down from the window.

They were all watching her perfectly clearly!

Her attempt to "escape" was clearly witnessed the whole time!

With so many eyes watching, how could I possibly continue to "hide"?
The little guy pouted, and his eyes instantly filled with a layer of aggrieved tears.

She didn't cry, but she angrily closed her eyes tightly, her long eyelashes trembling slightly with emotion.

She chose to sleep, out of sight, out of mind!

Once I'm awake and have more energy, I'll secretly hide again, making sure they can't find me!
Almost within seconds of closing her eyes, exhaustion overwhelmed her, quickly drowning out her slight resentment and stubbornness.

She nuzzled her little head against the soft pillow, her breathing quickly becoming even and long, and her warm, milky body completely relaxed, falling into a deep sleep.

But her slightly puffed-out cheeks seemed to still be telling of her "defeat" and "dissatisfaction" just now.

Looking at her daughter's adorable, sulky sleeping face, Moran finally couldn't help but chuckle softly.

She stepped forward, bent down, and placed a gentle kiss on her daughter's smooth forehead, then tucked her in. "Sleep well, my little Sylvia," she whispered.

After her daughter fell asleep, Moran couldn't resist having Kaba take several more photos and post them in the group chat.

At this point, the "Witch's House" group chat was almost flooded with photos of the babies.

The four of them obtained the Witch Tree seeds at the same time, sprouted the seeds around the same time, planted them around the same time, and their growth was roughly the same. The Witch Fruits all matured on the same day, and the hatching times of the baby eggs were also roughly the same.

[Washida: After baby Tessa hatched, she wanted to roll around in the sand. I put her down for a while, and she cried because the sand was irritating her. [Picture] Hehe, she looks so cute crying like that!]

[Lilith: My little one is much better. As soon as we come out, he stares at the flowers around him without blinking. And when he touches the flowers, he knows to be gentle! [Picture]]

[Sylph: Evelyn's eggshell cracked by itself, and the little one slept soundly inside. I still don't know what color her eyes are. [Picture]]

[Molan: My little one was trying to hide when we weren't looking! But after being caught, he behaved himself and fell asleep. [Picture]]

[Washida: The babies have all hatched, and they're so weak and limp, they can't cause any trouble for a while. Let's put them together to play for a bit! The weather is so nice today! The sun is warm, and the breeze is gentle. How about... we bring all four little ones out, lay out a super big soft mat, and let them lie together to sunbathe and feel each other's presence?]

The proposal was met with an immediate and enthusiastic response from everyone.

[Lilith: Great idea! It'll be good for Dorera to get some sunshine. My little one can stay quiet for ages as long as there are blooming flowers around her, she's so well-behaved.]

[Moran: Let's go to my front yard! There are wisteria flowers there; Dorella will definitely like them.]

[Lilith: Okay! Coming right away!]

[Sylph: Evelyn is too quiet. I hope she makes some friends; that would make things better.]

[Washida: I'm nearby, so I'm going to lay out some cushions in Moran's front yard first! I'll make sure the little ones are comfortable and safe!]

……

After Moran and Vasida agreed on the plan in the group chat, they immediately began to take action.

"Squeak, bring the stroller, blanket, and water bottle."

She answered crisply and went to pack her things.

Moran then bent down and carefully picked up the swaddled Sylvia.

The little guy had already woken up and was looking around listlessly with his eyes open.

Moran gently pressed her cheek against her daughter's soft face: "Sylvia, Mommy will take you out to play, to find Mommy's friends, and some other children your age, okay?"

Sylvia's eyes lit up when she heard about going out, and she nodded her little head repeatedly.

Mo Lanqing clearly heard her impatient thoughts.

She knew it!

Even when the little guy was still an egg, he had explored every nook and cranny of the house. (End of Chapter)