The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Ever since Tiana was plucked from the tree and turned into round egg babies along with Flora, the entire plantation has become their favorite playground.

Even before the morning dew was still clinging to the tips of the grass, you could see them tumbling out of Sylph's little cabin and rushing into the woods.

Only when the sun sets can you see them slowly rolling out from who-knows-where, their eggshells, stained with colorful grass juice, pollen, and mud, rolling into the pool to bathe.

If one day, before the sun has completely sunk below the horizon, the two baby eggs roll and tumble in front of the cottage, Sylph doesn't need to use her mind-reading ability to tell just by looking at how impatiently they jump around on the porch steps that they are both "hungry, hungry, hungry"!
These two are completely gone now; they're not hungry, and you can't even see a trace of an egg.

Fortunately, all the plants in the plantation could warn her, otherwise, when it was time to infuse magic, she really wouldn't be able to find where the two of them were playing wildly.

The sweltering heat of midsummer gradually dissipated, the sweltering heat in the plantation slowly receded, and the morning breeze began to carry a hint of coolness, causing the edges of the maple leaves to turn slightly yellow.

Flora and Tiana have recently become obsessed with bathing in the morning dew.

As dawn broke, two white eggs rolled around on the grass, their shells wet and covered in dew.

As they rolled, it turned into a chase between the two eggs.

Flora rolled ahead like a little whirlwind, with Tiana chasing after her with all her might.

The snails on the grass were so frightened that they all retreated into their shells, thinking they had encountered some strange white meteorite.

Suddenly, a soft "click" sound came from Flora's eggshell.

A crack appeared on the eggshell.

Flora couldn't stop in time, and as she rolled around, the cracks quickly widened and she shattered.

Then a small, white, and tender little ball of flesh rolled out and fell face-first onto the grass.

Her dark green curly hair was like a clump of seaweed that had been battered by a storm, with a few shiny eggshell fragments still hanging from the ends.

Tiana's eggshell came to an abrupt halt, tracing a semi-circular arc across the damp grass.

She stared blankly at the scattered eggshell fragments before her, the snow-white egg trembling slightly.

Flora frantically waved her chubby little hands, trying to roll to her sister's side the way she used to, but found that her soft legs wouldn't obey her commands.

Her little face turned red, and she writhed like a stranded baby seal, finally managing only to let out a childish "Wah—".

Tiana's eggshell trembled, and she finally noticed the wriggling pink ball before the shell broke.

She carefully circled the little creature, tilting the top of the eggshell slightly as if she were examining it closely.

Suddenly, as if she understood something, she turned sharply and rolled towards Moran's cottage, the eggshell leaving a silvery trail in the morning dew.

"Thump! Thump!" The rapid impacts shattered the morning tranquility; the white egg nearly dented the courtyard gate.

When Moran hurriedly pushed open the door, he saw Tiana's eggshell shaking anxiously from side to side.

A faint glow of mind-reading light emanated from her fingertips, and she heard Tiana cry out in her mind, "Aunt Zi! Sister! It's shattered!"

"Flora's in trouble?" Moran's heart clenched. "Where is she?"

Tiana immediately rolled back, so fast that she almost slipped at the turn.

Moran used Wind Whisper as he chased after them, sending wind elements carrying the message in different directions to find Sylph, Vasita, and Lilith. When Moran arrived, he saw a pitiful little baby girl covered in grass clippings and egg yolk lying on the grass.

The resonance of bloodlines told her that this was a newborn little witch.

Her little face turned red, and her chubby arms pounded the ground in vain, clearly trying to turn over but unable to muster the strength.

Not far away, sunlight shone on the pile of broken eggshells, refracting a rainbow-like halo.

Now, what else could Moran not understand?
She rushed forward in two quick steps and gently lifted the little bundle of flesh into her arms.

As the cleansing spell flashed, Flora finally revealed her exquisitely beautiful face. Her wet, dark green curly hair clung to her forehead, and her large, grape-like eyes were still brimming with tears of grievance.

Tiana's eggshell cautiously approached and gently rubbed against her sister's little feet, as if to confirm that this soft creature was indeed the egg baby she used to play with.

Sylph arrived at that moment.

Sylph's clothes still had morning dew clinging to them from her hurried journey, Vasita's mouth still had breadcrumbs on it, and Lilith's red hair was a mess, like a burning flame, clearly indicating that she had rushed over as soon as she received the news.

"Moran! What happened to Flora?"

Sylph's voice trembled, her emerald eyes quickly scanning the grass before suddenly fixing on the wriggling little bundle of flesh in Moran's arms.

The baby had a head of dark green curly hair, with a few unruly tufts sticking up at the ends—the same hair color as hers, except that her own long hair was a smooth waterfall, while this little one's hair looked like seaweed that had been torn apart by a storm.

An incredible thought struck her: "This is..."

“That’s right, this is Flora.” Moran smiled helplessly and tapped the eggshell fragments covered with morning dew on the ground with his toe. “Tiana came to me in a hurry just now, saying that her sister had broken. But when she got here, our little troublemaker had already hatched.”

"Flora hatched?" Vasita rushed forward, nearly tripping over her own skirt. Her eyes widened at the tiny, chubby hand trying to grab Moran's hair. "It really is a witch! A witch really did grow out of the fruit on the tree!"

Her voice trembled with excitement.

Lilith silently moved closer, her fingertips glowing with the light of her spiritual power.

Suddenly she froze on the spot with a strange expression, because all that entered her mind was the same old muttering.

"roll!"

"I'm getting out!"

The little guy was kicking and waving his arms in Moran's arms, looking just like a little turtle that had been flipped over and was struggling.

Lilith's temples bulged with veins: "Flora, you're not an egg anymore, you can't roll around. Go lie in your crib!"

She even redeemed a nature-themed crib from the card shop.

As soon as she finished speaking, little Flora burst into tears, large, glistening tears falling down her face.

He was clearly extremely dissatisfied with the fact that he had suddenly lost his ability to roll.

Sylph took the distraught little Flora into her arms and comforted her, "Sweetie, when you're a little older, you'll be able to walk and run, which will be much easier than rolling around." (End of Chapter)