Chapter 638 – Wrong, Wrong, Wrong!

Sylph carried the “egg” to the grass, selected a {Item Card – Fine Cotton Cloth} from the Book of Cards, then took out her sewing tools and used Sewing Magic to stitch together a soft cushion.

She then carefully placed the handmade cushion on the flat surface of Dunmu’s stump, adjusting its position several times with meticulous care.

When the pristine white “egg” borne by the Tree of Life was gently set upon the cushion, a flicker of tenderness passed through Sylph’s eyes.

“Be extra careful with it, okay?” She bent down and whispered softly to Dunmu, her dark green hair sliding off her shoulders. “Remember to stay steady when you run, and never let it fall. From now on, wherever I go, you bring it along.”

A gentle ripple spread across Dunmu’s rough bark surface. The originally flat edges of the stump slowly rose, forming a natural railing.

The hollow at the center of the stump gradually deepened, wrapping snugly around the “egg” just so — like a cradle prepared by a doting mother for her infant.

Sylph smiled with satisfaction, gently pressing her palm over the “egg.”

She closed her eyes, and threads of Mana flowed from her fingertips, trickling into the “egg” like a gentle stream.

Only when she felt a contented response from the “egg” did she slowly withdraw her hand.

Vasida stood nearby, tilting her head, her short black hair falling against her cheeks. “Is that all it takes? You just feed it Mana?”

Unable to contain her curiosity, she reached out a finger to touch the mysterious “egg.”

The instant her fingertip was about to make contact, the “egg” gave a slight tremble and leaned forward on its own, nuzzling affectionately against the pad of her finger.

“Oh my goodness!” Vasida cried out, her dark pupils widening with surprise. “Did you see that? It — it moved on its own!”

Mo Lan and Lilith immediately crowded in, the three of them pressing their faces so close they were practically touching the “egg.”

Just then, as if eager to show off its abilities, the “egg” began playfully rocking side to side under their watchful gazes, its lively movements seeming to say: “Look, I can move, you know!”

“It really is moving!” Mo Lan exclaimed.

But Vasida yanked her hand back as if she’d been scalded, her fingers clutching tightly at her sleeve.

The “egg” was far too lively. Thinking of her own strength, she was afraid she might accidentally hurt it.

Sylph laughed softly, reaching out to stroke the smooth surface of the “egg” with tender care, her touch as gentle as if caressing a tiny living creature.

No sooner had she spoken than the lustrous white “egg” suddenly flushed red, even becoming hot to the touch.

Even more astonishing was how it bounced impatiently into the air, tracing a small arc above the cushion.

“Careful!” they all cried out at once, reaching to catch it.

Dunmu reacted fastest of all — the railing around the stump’s edge shot up another notch with a whoosh, its rough bark rippling with tension.

Fortunately, the “egg” had only made a small hop and landed safely back on the soft cotton cushion.

But after that, no matter who tried to touch it, the “egg” stubbornly dodged away, squirming restlessly across the cushion until it finally burrowed itself entirely into the folds of the cotton cloth, leaving only its reddened tip peeking out.

“What’s…” A glimmer of worry passed through Vasida’s jet-black eyes. “Is it okay? I feel like it’s angry about something.”

Sylph wore a puzzled expression too.

She carefully parted the cotton cloth, trying to lift the “egg” out for inspection.

Though the “egg” struggled valiantly, it was small and weak after all, and was eventually scooped up.

In the sunlight, it had turned even redder than before — so red it was practically steaming.

“It seems perfectly fine to me — full of energy, actually.” Sylph examined it carefully, her slender fingers tracing lightly over the surface. “But why did it suddenly turn red?”

She could sense the “egg’s” abundant life force and stable magical fluctuations, yet she couldn’t communicate with it and had no idea what had caused the sudden change.

After a moment’s thought, Sylph raised her hand and summoned her Grimoire. Its pages turned on their own, stopping at the section titled 《Elf Hatching Guide》.

“No need to look,” Mo Lan shook her head, her purple hair swaying gently with the motion. “I’ve read every text the Elf race has. None of them mention Elf eggs changing color.”

Her Tree Friend ability wasn’t working either. Then a flash of inspiration struck, and she tried casting mind-reading magic.

“Mama wrong! Wrong, wrong, wrong!” A childish, huffy little voice suddenly exploded in Mo Lan’s mind.

“???” Mo Lan stared in shock, blurting out: “What’s wrong?”

Her reaction immediately drew the attention of the other three.

Though Sylph, Vasida, and Lilith weren’t as accomplished in Psychic Magic as Mo Lan, they had all learned mind-reading magic before graduation, and their magical proficiency was quite decent.

In unison, they cast the same spell.

The next second, a powerful mental voice rang out simultaneously in all four of their minds: “Elf baby wrong! Witch baby right! Hmph! Grr!”

“!!!” All four Sorceresses wore expressions of utter disbelief.

Mo Lan was the first to recover, looking thoughtfully at Sylph. “Was it when you called it a little Elf earlier? That’s what made it angry. It seems to have decided that it’s a Witch.”

A rare look of bewilderment crossed Sylph’s face, her silvery-white lashes trembling faintly. “A Witch… hatching from a Tree of Life egg?”

“But it called you Mama,” Vasida whispered.

Lilith suddenly snapped her fingers. “Wait! This is a mutant Tree of Life, and one cultivated with the power of a foreign-born Sorceress at that.” Her words came faster and faster. “When you think about it that way, growing a Witch doesn’t seem so far-fetched, does it?”

“More importantly,” Mo Lan added, a gleam of insight in her eyes, “it can understand Witch language. You know, only true Witches are born with an innate understanding of that language.”

Under the sunlight, the bright red “egg” that had been puffing out white steam seemed to understand their conversation. Slowly, its color faded, returning to its original pristine white.

“Witch baby right! Witch baby right!”

“Mama! Mama!”

The “egg’s” mental voice echoed in each of their minds.

Sylph cradled the now-docile “egg,” her eyes filled with both disbelief and barely contained joy. “I’m going to hatch a little Witch?”

“What an adorable little thing,” Lilith said, patting the top of the “egg.”

“I have a feeling 《The Witch’s Wilds》 is about to get a lot livelier!” Vasida said.

Mo Lan nodded emphatically.

Plant a seed in spring, harvest a little Witch in autumn — she pictured the scene and still found it utterly unbelievable.