The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Moran knew that Vasita was right. Witches knew witches best, and all knowledge about witches was summarized in the book "The Witch's Path".

The four of them had read the book countless times, and Moran had memorized it all. She knew the location of every ink dot on those yellowed parchment pages, and every crease on the edges. There was no way that the four of them didn't know anything about it.

However, this inexplicable sense of familiarity still bothered Moran.

It's like catching a glimpse of a blurry figure in a thick fog; it's so close, yet you can't remember where you've seen it before.

This vague sense of unease lingered in her mind, yet she couldn't find any concrete clues.

However, this concern is not as great as the results of Flora's talent test.

The light emanating from the prophecy crystal ball, the words dancing before her eyes—each one challenged her understanding of the witch's talents.

"Although it was somewhat unexpected, it's still a pretty good result, isn't it?" Moran's fingers traced the edge of the crystal ball.

Sylph nodded: "Although she lacks a manifestation of her talent and magical power, her magical talent and initial magical power are quite good, and her magical talent is even comparable to that of a true witch!"

Her eyes kept glancing at the test records, as if she was still trying to confirm this incredible result.

“Yes! Perhaps it is precisely because there is no material manifestation of talent that Moran’s prophecy can clearly present the result!” Lilith said, stroking her chin.

"That's good too. If we can really grow witches like us, we can just stop doing everything else and spend hundreds of years cultivating little witches in the Witch Wasteland. That would make the witch race the overlords of the Valen world. What would other races have to strive for then?" Vasita shrugged, comforting herself, "Even if the world consciousness favors us, it won't let us dominate the world directly!"

Her seemingly casual tone concealed a subtle sense of disappointment.

Moran considered the scenario of so many witches that they could dominate the world, and had to admit, it was indeed very tempting. Just as he was about to say something, a light screen of card magic suddenly appeared, and on the card album interface, the card storage compartment where the {communication card} was placed was flashing a striking red light.

More important news has arrived!

She looked around, but none of Vasita, Sylph, or Lilith reacted; they seemed not to have received it.

Then it definitely wasn't sent by the witch clan!

Moran's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly took out the {communication card}. Sure enough, it was Lady Carmela!

[Carmela: We're on our way to Valencia, where are you?]

Without hesitation, Moran sent over the coordinates of Sylph's plantation.

Then, excitedly, she told her friends, "The witch seniors are coming back! I'll send them the coordinates here..."

Before she could finish speaking, Sylph looked up at the sky and felt the protective magic circle around her plantation being activated.

Moran, Vasita, and Lilith also looked up.

Two powerful yet endearing witches floated in the air.

The woman on the left has a gentle face, fair skin that is almost translucent, light-colored lips, and long, straight silver hair that cascades down to her waist like a waterfall. Her hair shimmers softly in the sunlight, and she exudes a calm, scholarly air.

The woman on the right has a well-defined face with a clear jawline. Her pale gold eyes are sharp and bright, and her long golden hair shines like molten gold in the sunlight.

Both of them looked curiously at Moran and the others on the ground. Moran and the others were extremely excited: "Lady Tracy! Lady Carmela!"

Lady Carmela is alright; we at the Witch Academy at least sat down together for tea and talked, but Lady Tracy is someone I'm really meeting for the first time!

But they were all seniors they had admired for a long time.

Carmela's lips curled into a slight smile as she gently touched the protective magic circle.

The magic circle rippled: "Open the door quickly, let us in!"

Sylph then realized what was happening and quickly granted access to Lady Tracy and Lady Carmela.

Two weary witches slowly landed on the grass.

"Finally back!" Carmela showed a relaxed expression, and was about to ask the younger witches about the recent situation in the wilderness when she heard the voice from the side.

"Boom! Boom!"

"oh oh!"

She turned her head in confusion and moved closer to the crib with Tracy.

"Oh! The little one is so cute!"

Carmela couldn't help but squeeze Flora's soft little hand, and Tracy gently brushed away the little one's curly hair that was stuck to her face.

Sylph excitedly walked up to the two witch elders, ready to report the good news to them.

Moran and the others exchanged glances and followed.

"Sylph, is this your child?" Carmela looked away from the crib and asked with some concern, "How come you're so young and already pregnant?"

For a witch, starting to conceive so early is not only dangerous, but it also hinders her own growth.

When Carmela was young, she was also blinded by love and had children at a young age. At that time, she did not know how to protect herself with contract magic and suffered countless hardships before she and her daughter escaped from the mire.

Because of those experiences, in "The Witch's Path," she focused on the dangers that witches face when giving birth.

The physical weakness and loss of magic during pregnancy; the hostility of other races towards witches; the time and energy required to raise a little witch... none of these are easy tasks.

In recent years, with Anita's incident, the Witch Wilderness has faced unprecedented pressure. Although it seems that the wilderness has not been attacked yet, it is certainly not a good time to nurture a baby witch.

Especially these younger witches, who haven't even been to the Well of Heaven yet, are at the age where they should be learning and growing. It's such a waste to spend more than ten years taking care of little witches!
Carmela thought that after reading what she had written in "The Witch's Path," she shouldn't do something so foolish. Could something have happened? Or had she been bullied?

Thinking of this, Carmela's expression turned serious.

Sylph was still a little nervous in front of the witch seniors she had admired since childhood. When Lady Carmela looked at her like that, she even became unusually incoherent:

"Well... Flora and Tiana were both created by me using a different kind of magic... I just wanted to try cultivating a mutated Tree of Life, and the fruit that hatched was Flora... Tiana should also be a witch... Flora hatched three days ago... Tiana shouldn't hatch until next spring or summer. I wanted to see if one witch could produce multiple little witches, that's why I created Tiana..." (End of Chapter)