The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

"It's the 'cocoon of life' at the top of the tree! It's ripe!"

"Look! It...it's about to fall!"

Exclamations of surprise rippled through the tranquil tribe. The elves all looked up, their gazes fixed on the canopy of the Tree of Life, where seven or eight "cocoons of life" radiating a soft green light hung.

Whenever an elf couple decides to have offspring, they come to the tree and hold a sacred "life-binding ceremony," entrusting their fused soul energy to the Tree of Life, which then uses the tree's power to condense a unique cocoon of life for them.

After decades or even centuries, the cocoon of life matures and falls, allowing the elves to quickly hatch their children.

Of all the hanging cocoons, there is one that is very special.

It was not conceived by any spirit, but was naturally formed by the Tree of Life at an ordinary dawn, accompanied by the first ray of sunlight piercing through the forest mist; it is a child of the Tree of Life.

It hangs on the highest branch, emitting a deeper green light than other cocoons of life, and its growth rate is much slower than that of other cocoons of life.

Now, this cocoon of life seems to have finally absorbed enough energy, and gently lifted off the branch by the natural power of the tree of life.

All the elves held their breath, their eyes following the slowly descending cocoon of life, their hearts filled with anticipation.

Under the watchful eyes of countless people, the emerald cocoon of light finally fell silently onto the thickest, softest patch of moss beneath the tree.

The moment it touches the ground, the cocoon walls unfold outward layer by layer.

The extremely concentrated life energy transformed into a pale green mist, spreading out like a thin veil, instantly filling the air with a refreshing fragrance, like a forest after rain mixed with a hundred flowers.

The light and mist gradually dissipated, revealing the figure inside the cocoon.

A newborn elf baby lies quietly in the center of the blooming "cocoon".

She had the pointed ears typical of a nature elf, and her pale golden skin seemed to be bathed in the sunlight and honeydew of the forest.

Her soft, pale green curly hair, like newly sprouted vines, framed her small, delicate face.

Then, she opened her eyes.

What a pair of eyes those are!

Like the finest jade, clear and bright, yet deep within his eyes emanated a calmness and understanding that seemed completely at odds with his youthful body.

When Moran opened her eyes, she found that her vision was filled with unfamiliar faces.

They all had pointed ears, fair skin, and hair colors like a forest palette—silver, emerald, dark brown, and even fiery red like autumn leaves. They wore clothes made of leaves, vines, and soft fabrics, and exuded the fresh scent of sunshine, grass, and clean earth.

The tall adult elves, the agile young elves, and even the elven toddler held in someone's arms, all stared at her with an almost unanimous, undisguised astonishment.

Moran knew in her heart that the elves who were looking at her with surprise and joy must be her "kin" in this identity, but she didn't know which one was her parents.

According to inherited memories, elves will passively receive a portion of basic inherited memories within the "Cocoon of Life".

Therefore, although newborn elves are small in size, their consciousness is not a blank slate. They have at least a basic understanding of their own race and are not as ignorant as human infants. Moran did not deliberately pretend to be ignorant.

However, being stared at by so many eyes still made her feel a little awkward.

Moran instinctively wanted to break the silence; she opened her mouth slightly, trying to make a sound or utter a simple greeting.

however--

“Eee…ya…”

A series of soft, indistinct, and completely unintelligible syllables slipped uncontrollably from her lips. "!!!"

Moran was stunned first.

what happened?

She quickly realized the problem.

Inherited memories can grant the sprite knowledge, but they cannot instantly change the sprite's physiological structure. Her vocal cords are not yet fully developed, so she cannot produce complex syllables.

What a miscalculation... Although we have inherited the memories, the hardware conditions are not up to par!

A feeling of helplessness and amusement welled up inside me.

A clear hint of annoyance flashed in her emerald green eyes, and her small brows furrowed slightly.

This appearance, however, was interpreted differently by the elves who had been closely watching her.

"Look! She's trying to speak!"

"What a bright child! He wanted to communicate with us right after he was born!"

"Those eyes, so full of spirit! No wonder they're children of the Tree of Life!"

A gentler gaze fell upon her, interpreting her babbling as a sign of extraordinary talent.

Moran: "..."

Well, it seems that misunderstandings are part of integration.

She abandoned her plan to immediately engage in verbal communication and resumed her calm and observant demeanor, silently prioritizing "gaining control of my body as soon as possible, or at least learning to speak" as the top priority on her agenda.

But the child of the Tree of Life?
It can't be what she thought!
The inherited memories mention that the Mother Tree of Life and the Trees of Life cultivated from its branches both have the ability to directly condense cocoons of life.

The original high elves were directly conceived by the Mother Tree of Life.

But gradually, these kinds of elves became rare. Whenever they appeared, they were all exceptionally talented, with bloodlines far stronger than those of elves born from the power of the Tree of Life.

Just then, an elderly elf with white hair and beard, wearing an ancient moss-covered robe, gently wrapped Moran's small body in a green blanket woven from the leaves of the Tree of Life.

The touch of the leaves on my skin brought a wonderful sense of comfort and peace, as if I were still in the cocoon of life.

Immediately afterwards, the elder elf's steady and warm arms carefully supported her and lifted her up steadily.

With the view suddenly rising, Moran was able to see more clearly a corner of the vibrant elven tribe shrouded in a huge canopy of trees.

Then, she heard the fairy holding her say to her:
Welcome, child of the Tree of Life. May the blessings of the forest be with you!

Unable to respond verbally, Moran could only tilt her head back and look earnestly into the old elf holding her with her clear emerald eyes, trying to convey her goodwill through her gaze.

The elder seemed to receive her silent message, his kind smile deepening slightly. She gently adjusted her arm, making Moran more comfortable in his embrace, then turned to the surrounding elves, her voice gentle yet loud enough for everyone to hear:

"From today onwards, she is a member of our Emerald Green Tribe!"

The elves: "Yes! Chief Matilda!" (End of Chapter)