The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Although the four baby witches are not yet very agile and their limbs are too soft to make large movements, they are born with a natural understanding of witch language, have a basic understanding of things, and can clearly express their thoughts.

On the huge cushion beneath them was a magic circle depicting "collective whispers".

The baby witches lying on the mats can feel each other's clearest and most direct emotional fluctuations.

Thus, in the eyes of the witch mothers, a unique "baby forum" was quietly taking place:
"Mommy... Help! My left side is soft, and my right side is soft too... I... I'm afraid to move! I'm afraid of touching them..."

This is little Tessa, "sandwiched" between Sylvia and Evelyn.

Vasida suppressed a laugh as she watched her daughter freeze in place, showing no intention of offering any help.

"To my left is Tessa, whose mother should be Senior Vasita. To my right is... Dorella, whose mother is Senior Lilith. To Dorella's right is Evelyn, whose mother is Senior Sylph."

Senior Vasita, Senior Sylph, Senior Lilith... are all friends of Moran's mother.

Mama Moran said this was the lakeside cottage, her other home. She held me, turned a dial, and opened the door... and here we were! I had never even noticed it before!

Next time we play hide-and-seek, I'll hide here, and Squeak and the others definitely won't find me!

This is Sylvia trying to analyze the situation.

Sylvia, Vasita, and Lilith all looked at Moran upon hearing this: "Sylvia is so clever! She remembered all of us already?"

Moran smiled meaningfully: "It seems I'll have to lock the magic clock when I get back."

They didn't hide anything from the children, and Sylvia, upon hearing this, looked at her mother and her friend in shock: "You...you heard that?"

Moran nodded gently: "You can't play with the magic clock by yourself!"

Sylvia; “..(ˇˇ)…”

"Flowers...purple, in clusters...swaying...so many, so beautiful...I love them~"

This is Dorella completely immersed in visual enjoyment.

Lilith picked a cluster of wisteria blossoms, but Dorella objected: "No! Flowers are better off growing on trees!"

"Ugh...it's a bit noisy, so boring...I think I'll just go to sleep...Zzz..."

This is Evelyn, her thoughts hazy and heavy with sleepiness.

The commotion in the outside world seemed far less appealing to her than her dreams.

Sylph tapped her little nose helplessly: "You've slept for so long, haven't you slept well yet?"

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Children change every day. A year later, Tessa, Evelyn, Dorella, and Sylvia had all transformed into lively little ones, able to run steadily and "tap-tap-tap" across the backyard of the lakeside cottage. Although their voices still carried a strong babyish tone, and their pronunciation was somewhat unclear, like they were sucking on soft candy, they could already clearly utter short words, even spouting out several words at a time, striving to express their increasingly rich desires through language.

The whimsical ideas that popped into their little heads were like wildflowers blooming in a spring field, endlessly emerging, often leaving the witch mothers both amused and delighted.

The lively and energetic Tessa and the curious Sylvia form an "adventure duo".

In less than a week, they had thoroughly investigated every nook and cranny of the four neighboring courtyards.

Tessa is the "pathfinder" who charges into battle, tirelessly measuring every inch of land and discovering every "new continent" that can be climbed or jumped over. Sylvia, on the other hand, is more like a calm "scout," meticulously "investigating" every corner of the yard and trying to construct a detailed map of the yard in her mind.

Once she had become completely familiar with her surroundings and her desire to explore had been temporarily satisfied, Sylvia's attention was drawn to more distant places.

She often sat quietly on the expanded fishing platform by the lake, her chin resting on her hand, her large violet eyes gazing intently at the faint outline of the witch town on the opposite shore, and the small boats moored at the dock, gently swaying with the waves, her eyes filled with longing.

But she never sneaked aboard the ship to explore the "unknown" area on the other side. She would even stop Tessa from going on the boat.

The energetic Tessa couldn't sit still for long, and after Sylvia refused to play tag with her in the yard, she started developing new "sports".

Sometimes she would cling to Zizi and imitate it doing somersaults on the grass; sometimes she would swing on the flexible vines of the moss; more often, she would plunge into the sandpit near Vasida's house and invent all sorts of "throwing and slamming" games, or challenge the climbing frame again and again, climbing up and sliding down, enjoying herself immensely.

Dorella has become the little gardener of the backyard's "picking and planting area." Every day, she carries a mini wicker basket and walks briskly among the fruit trees and berry bushes.

She could never miss a single fruit that began to change color and exude a sweet, ripe aroma.

The picked fruit is put into a small basket and taken to share with friends and mothers.

In addition, she repeatedly tried to create an "experimental flower field" in the sandpit, secretly burying her most cherished flower seeds in the sand, watering them every day, and eagerly waiting for them to sprout.

Unfortunately, the sandpit next door is Tessa's "wild battle zone," where she engages in a lot of activity every day, with sand flying everywhere. So far, not a single seedling has successfully grown in her "sand garden," which has made her quite discouraged.

Evelyn is still the most "lazy" little one.

Her favorite spot was the soft-cushioned lounge chair by the swimming pool in Lilith's backyard.

You can often see her small figure curled up on it, a copy of "The Little Witch Series" covering her face, or just squinting in the sun, spending a lazy afternoon there.

She always seemed uninterested in vigorous activities, but as long as her friends called out to her, "Evelyn, come play!"

She would always slowly get up, rub her eyes, and then enthusiastically join in.

However, her way of "joining" is usually through "sleeping with someone".

When Tessa was playing in the sandpit, she lay on the edge, letting Tessa build her a "blanket" of sand; when Dorella was diligently picking or planting flowers, she lay on the grass nearby, basking in the sun and "keeping" her company; when Sylvia was daydreaming at the fishing platform, she also sat next to her, leaning against the railing and dozing off... truly the "best static playmate." (End of Chapter)