The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

On the soft grass, several witches sat in a circle, their gazes occasionally drifting to the two little ones playing in the crib not far away.

Vasita's eyes sparkled: "The bloodline connection is unmistakable; Flora is undoubtedly a witch."

She turned to Sylph: "With your mutated Tree of Life seed and alien magic, witches will no longer need alien males to give birth to baby witches. This is wonderful! Even if I can't raise a zombie, I can raise my own baby witches!"

Moran leaned back on the soft pillow, her fingertips unconsciously toying with a blade of grass. Hearing this, she nodded slightly.

"I originally thought dating and finding a partner was meaningless, and I felt uncomfortable just randomly finding a different race to mate and reproduce with, so I was prepared to give up on giving birth to little witches! I never expected that witches could grow from trees. After I finish what I did on Earth, I will return to the wilderness, plant a mutated tree of life, and raise a group of little witches."

As she spoke, a look of anticipation appeared in her eyes. "Then I can apply to become the headmistress of the witch academy and teach all the knowledge I've gained to the witches!"

"You've wasted your time reading 'The Anatomy of Other Races'!" Lilith looked at them, utterly bewildered. "So many handsome males, and not a single one of them is your type?"

She winked mischievously, "The process of getting intimate with a male is also very wonderful!"

A stubborn look appeared on Vasita's round face: "I don't think any male is more in line with my aesthetic than the corpse race I raised from the corpses I sewed myself. And no male can stay with me like my undead servant." At the end, her voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, "As for intimacy... I only want to be intimate with the partner I've chosen."

Lilith's red hair swayed with her exaggerated sigh: "Okay..." She turned to Moran, still unwilling to give up, and asked, "What about you? Who doesn't want to try something before they've even tried it?"

Upon hearing the question, Moran chuckled lightly, "There are so many wonderful things, and intimacy with a male is just the most insignificant one. This little bit of pleasure is not as good as learning a new and interesting magic!" Having the memories of Earth, she had long lost any curiosity about that kind of "sport," and her tone was as indifferent as if she were discussing the weather.

Vasita suddenly laughed out loud: "It seems that knowledge is much more important to you than a partner."

She rested her head on Moran's shoulder. "You're really not suited to having a partner."

Lilith rested her chin on her hand: "I'm going to date anyway. The more relationships I have, the more likely I am to meet someone who can be with me."

She turned to look at the crib, her voice softening, "But planting a mutated tree of life is indeed much easier and safer than conceiving a little witch myself. If I find a partner, we'll plant the mutated tree of life together and hatch our own little witch!"

“Once you, Sylph, reveal the mutated Tree of Life seed and the exotic magic used to cultivate it, the number of witches should soon see a surge!” Moran casually tossed a blade of grass aside, watching it be swept away by the breeze. “The Witch Wilderness is about to get lively!”

Sylph shook her head slightly, her dark green hair falling onto the grass: "Based on my past research experience with mutated plants... even if a mutated plant has sentience and can respond to my transactions, it would still take at least a whole cycle of cultivation to determine its characteristics."

Her gaze shifted to Tiana's eggshell, her brow furrowing slightly. "We can't be sure yet whether Tiana will have witch blood like Flora when she hatches. We also don't know if Flora and Tiana's talent tests after entering school at age 13 will differ from those of naturally born witches..."

Moran knew what she said made sense, but then she added, "I've been bored these past few days, so I made a prophecy about the population growth of the witch clan over the next hundred years." She suddenly lowered her voice mysteriously, "Guess what I saw in the final vision of the prophecy?"

"What?" Sylph looked at her expectantly: "Could it be that the cultivation of the mutated Tree of Life is very conducive to the reproduction of witches?"

“No,” Moran shook his head, “My prophetic magic is completely incapable of predicting anything about the manifestation of a witch’s talent and its products.”

She added with a wry smile, "Even prophecies about witches have a pitifully low success rate. I also made a prophecy about the cultivation results of the mutated Tree of Life, but it didn't succeed."

Lilith said thoughtfully, "Even you couldn't foresee the witch's news. I really don't know how that old orc prophet got the prophetic information about Lady Anita."

“That’s an old prophet who has been to the Well of Heaven and has extremely high attainments in prophetic magic.” Moran’s gaze became profound. “His prophetic abilities are definitely stronger than mine. However, his prophecy about Lady Anita is only a vague and unclear piece of information.”

She suddenly sat up straight, her tone becoming serious, "Many times, if a direct prediction fails, you can try predicting in a different direction and still get some indirect information. Especially when you already have some premonitions and guesses about future events, using this method to verify them can be quite effective..."

Seeing the confused expressions on the three people's faces, Moran sighed helplessly: "Just like the prophecy I made, although it predicted the growth of the number of witches in the next hundred years, as long as the prophecy of a significant increase in the number of witches is obtained, it can prove that some of the mutated Tree of Life seeds can really grow into little witches, and not just one witch can be planted."

Sylph's eyes lit up slightly: "What did you see in the prophecy?"

"I noticed that the dormitory area of ​​the Witch Academy is much larger than it is now. Although it was just a fleeting glimpse, there must be at least several thousand small courtyards... Oh well, you can see for yourselves!"

Moran then took out a prophecy crystal ball, which could display and record the prophecy.

After she infused the crystal ball with magic, a prophetic image appeared on it. Anyone who had studied at the Witch Academy could recognize it at a glance—it was a house in the academy's dormitory area.

"My goodness! There really are so many!" Vasita exclaimed, rushing closer to the crystal ball. "With so many houses, the number of first, second, and third-grade witches must have increased dramatically!"

Lilith immediately thought of a practical problem: "With so many little witches, will the breadfruit trees produce enough breadfruit for them to eat?"

“Then I don’t know.” Moran pointed to the images in the crystal ball and said, “I only saw the situation in the Witch Academy dormitory area.”

She suddenly gave a strange smile. "It's funny, a hundred years from now, the dormitories at the Witch Academy are still these dilapidated little mud houses! Otherwise, seeing only this scene, one might not even know where this is, let alone interpret the prophecy's outcome." (End of Chapter)