The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 638 Wrong, wrong, wrong!
Sylph carried the "egg" to the grass, picked out an item card from the book of cards, and took out her sewing tools to sew up a soft cushion using sewing magic.

Then, she carefully placed the hand-sewn cushion on the flat surface of the stump, and adjusted its position several times.

When the pure white "egg" from the Tree of Life was gently placed on the cushion, a tender light flashed in Sylph's eyes.

"Be extra careful." She bent down and whispered to the wooden stump, her long, dark green hair slipping from her shoulders. "Remember to stay steady when you run, and don't let it fall off. From now on, you have to take it with you wherever I go."

The rough bark of the stump is rippling with soft waves, and the originally flat edge of the stump rises gently, forming a natural fence.

The depression in the center of the tree stump gradually deepens, perfectly enclosing the "egg" within, just like a cradle prepared by a careful mother for her baby.

Sylph smiled with satisfaction and gently placed her palm on the "egg".

She closed her eyes, and strands of magic flowed from her fingertips, trickling into the "egg" like a gentle stream.

She only slowly withdrew her hand after feeling a satisfied response from the "egg".

Standing to the side, Vasita tilted her head, her short, dark hair falling beside her cheek: "Is this enough? All we need to do is infuse it with magic?"

Unable to contain her curiosity, she reached out her finger to touch the mysterious "egg".

Just as her fingertips were about to touch it, the "egg" suddenly trembled slightly and moved forward to affectionately press against her fingertip.

"My God!" Vasita exclaimed, her dark pupils widening in surprise. "Did you see that? It...it moved by itself!"

Moran and Lilith immediately came closer, their faces almost touching the "egg".

Just then, as if to show off its abilities, the "egg" playfully swayed from side to side under everyone's gaze, its nimble movements seeming to say, "Look, I can move!"

"It's really moving!" Moran exclaimed.

Vasita recoiled as if burned, her fingers gripping her sleeve tightly.

This "egg" is too lively; thinking about her own strength, she was afraid of accidentally hurting it.

Sylph chuckled softly, reaching out to gently stroke the smooth surface of the "egg," her movements as tender as if she were caressing a tiny creature.

As soon as he finished speaking, the pale white "egg" suddenly turned slightly red and even became a little hot to the touch.

Even more surprisingly, it couldn't wait to jump, drawing a small arc in mid-air.

"Watch out!" several people exclaimed at the same time, reaching out to catch it.

The stump reacted quickly, and the guardrail along the edge of the stump grew even taller, its rough bark surface rippled with tension.

Fortunately, the "egg" only jumped lightly and landed steadily back on the soft cotton mat.

But no matter who tried to touch it, the "egg" stubbornly dodged, and kept wriggling on the cushion. Finally, it simply buried itself in the folds of the cotton cloth, only revealing a little bit of its reddish tip.

“This…” A hint of worry flashed in Vasita’s dark eyes. “Is it alright? Why does it seem like it’s angry?”

Sylph also looked confused.

She carefully parted the cotton cloth, wanting to take the "egg" out for inspection.

Although the "egg" struggled fiercely, it was ultimately small and weak, and was eventually taken out.

In the sunlight, it turned even redder than before, so red it seemed to be steaming. "It's in great condition, full of vitality," Sylph examined it carefully, her slender fingers gently tracing the surface of the "egg." "How did it suddenly turn red?"

She could sense the egg's abundant vitality and stable magical fluctuations, but she couldn't communicate with it or understand why it had suddenly changed.

After a moment's thought, Sylph raised her hand and summoned the Book of Witches. The pages turned automatically and stopped on the page containing the "Guide to Sprite Hatching".

“No need to look anymore,” Moran shook his head, his purple hair swaying gently with the movement. “I have read all the elven classics, and none of them mention that elven eggs can change color.”

Her tree-friendship spell stopped working, and suddenly she had a flash of inspiration and tried using mind-reading.

"Mom is wrong! Wrong, wrong, wrong!" A childish yet angry voice suddenly exploded in Moran's mind.

"???" Moran stared in shock, her eyes widening, and blurted out, "Where did I go wrong?"

This reaction immediately caught the attention of the other three.

Although Sylph, Vasita, and Lilith are not as skilled in mind magic as Moran, they learned mind reading before graduation and their magic level is quite good.

They all cast the same spell without prior arrangement.

The next second, a powerful voice resounded in all four people's minds simultaneously: "The elf cub is wrong! The witch cub is right! Whew!"

"!!!" The four witches simultaneously showed expressions of disbelief.

Moran was the first to come to her senses, looking thoughtfully at Sylph: "Did you just say it was a little elf, which made it angry? It seems to think it's a witch."

Sylph rarely showed a blank expression, her silvery-white eyelashes trembling slightly: "A witch hatched from the egg of the Tree of Life?"

“But it calls you Mom,” Vasita whispered a reminder.

Lilith suddenly snapped her fingers: "Wait! This is a mutated Tree of Life, and a mutated variety cultivated using the power of an alien witch." Her speech quickened, "Growing a witch seems plausible, doesn't it?"

“More importantly,” Moran added, his eyes gleaming with wisdom, “it can understand witches’ language. You see, only true witches are born with a natural command of this language.”

Under the sunlight, the bright red "egg" that kept emitting white steam seemed to understand their conversation, and slowly faded, returning to its original white color.

"The witch is right! The witch is right!"

"Mommy mommy!"

The egg's heartfelt words echoed in each of their ears.

Sylph held the now docile "egg," her eyes filled with disbelief and undisguised joy: "I'm going to hatch a little witch?"

“What a cute little guy.” Lilith patted the egg on the head.

“I have a feeling the Witch Wilds is going to get lively again!” Vasita said.

Moran nodded emphatically.

She thought about the scenario of planting a seed in spring and harvesting a little witch in autumn, and still found it too incredible.

(End of this chapter)