Chapter 642 – Crack Crack

Chapter 642 – Crack Crack

Flora sniffled and hiccupped her way to a stop, her rosy little face still glistening with tear droplets.

She gazed up at Sylph with wide, dewy eyes, her tiny mouth opening and closing as she let out little “Ah! Ah!” cries, her small hands waving urgently toward the sky.

Though no one could understand baby talk, everyone present was maintaining their mind-reading magic and could clearly sense the waves of anticipation and eagerness surging through the little one’s heart.

Sylph gently wiped the tear tracks from her daughter’s face, her eyes brimming with warmth. “It’s true! Once you start school, you can ride a broom and fly just like Mommy and your aunties! That’s much faster than rolling around on the ground.”

“Oh! Oh!” Flora’s tears instantly gave way to a beaming smile, her little face lighting up like a star suddenly set ablaze.

She bounced excitedly in Sylph’s arms, her chubby little legs kicking one after the other, as if she could hardly wait to launch herself into the clouds.

Those big, grape-purple eyes were now brimming with longing for flight.

Vasida couldn’t resist leaning in. “Flora is definitely going to be a broom-racing ace like me someday!”

She winked proudly and condensed a small whirlwind at her fingertip, tracing all sorts of flight paths in the air before Flora.

The little one watched in utter fascination, not even noticing the drool trickling from the corner of her mouth, her stubby little hands reaching out to grab at the traces of wind.

“Tiana, don’t go too far!” Mo Lan noticed that Tiana, still in her egg form, had suddenly begun doing extreme-speed rolling exercises across the grass, rolling farther and farther away. The blades of grass in her wake stood straight up from the currents of air she kicked up.

No sooner had the words left her mouth than a dull “thud” rang out.

The little rascal hadn’t slowed down or changed direction at all—she had barreled straight into the wooden fence surrounding Mo Lan’s dwelling.

That fence might have looked like nothing more than a few thin strips of wood, pleasing to the eye but lacking in sturdiness.

But in reality, it was inscribed with all manner of Peak-level defensive magic formations. It could easily withstand even Peak-level magic, and many a Witch’s home didn’t have defenses that could match this slender little picket fence.

Although Mo Lan hadn’t activated any retaliation-type magic circles here in Sylph’s plantation, the defensive strength was no less formidable—certainly not something one little egg could break through.

The wooden fence didn’t budge an inch, but the recoil sent Tiana tumbling back several meters in a series of rapid rolls.

Her eggshell wobbled side to side as if drunk, clearly dazed from the impact.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. After all, the mutated Tree of Life fruit, once it matured and turned white, had an extremely tough rind—not so easy to crack.

Had it been an ordinary egg, they’d already be rushing over to check whether a premature baby Witch had just made her debut.

At first, they assumed Tiana had simply not been watching where she was going and crashed into the fence. After all, the two egg babies had done plenty of reckless charging around before—they’d even knocked over trees in the forest. But to everyone’s surprise, after a little while, the rascal went barreling straight toward Mo Lan’s wooden fence again.

“She can’t still be dizzy and confused about which direction she’s going, can she?!”

Seeing that another “thud” was imminent, Mo Lan hurriedly conjured a soft wall of wind in front of it.

This time, Tiana went “poof” and sank into layer upon layer of Wind Elemental Magic, unable to move.

After quite a while, once Mo Lan figured she should be lucid again, she withdrew the wind wall and set Tiana down.

The moment Tiana touched the ground, she went absolutely berserk—gathering her strength, charging at full speed, rolling rapidly, and hurling herself at the wooden fence once more without a shred of hesitation.

Fortunately, Mo Lan’s casting speed was fast enough. The wind wall reappeared and caught her.

This time, even Sylph came hurrying over with Flora in her arms.

Mo Lan reached her hand into the wind wall and rapped on the eggshell. “What’s gotten into you today? Why do you keep picking a fight with my fence? No shell is tough enough to take this kind of battering!”

“Crack crack!”

“Crack crack!”

The eggshell trembled violently inside the wind wall, and the telepathic voice that came through was equal parts aggrieved and stubborn.

Lilith suddenly burst out laughing. “Don’t tell me this little dummy is trying to copy her big sister hatching!”

The realization dawned on everyone at once. Tiana’s relentless assault on the wooden fence wasn’t an attempt to knock it over—she had watched Flora crack out of her shell and was desperate to “crack crack” her way out too!

“Ooh ooh~” Crack crack!

Flora squirmed excitedly in Sylph’s arms, her chubby little hands waving frantically toward Tiana trapped in the wind wall, cheering her on with all her might.

Vasida’s eyes involuntarily followed that soft little fist as it swung back and forth. Finally, unable to hold back any longer, she reached out and gently caught Flora’s flailing hand.

Flora immediately let out a stream of babbling protests, her little face scrunching into a knot as she tried to yank her “detained” hand free.

“Stop cheering your little sister on,” Vasida said, using her other hand to tap the tip of Flora’s tiny nose. “It’s not time for her to hatch yet!”

As she spoke, she deliberately mimicked Flora’s earlier motions, exaggeratedly pumping her fists. The act was enough to make the little one momentarily forget her protest, dissolving into peals of giggles.

“Did you hear that? You can’t go smashing yourself to pieces trying to hatch early!” Mo Lan lightly tapped the big white egg bound by Wind Elemental Magic with her fingertip, her voice carrying a rare sternness. “Otherwise, if something doesn’t develop properly, you won’t be able to run around after your big sister anymore.”

No matter how tough the eggshell was, it couldn’t withstand her self-destructive ramming.

And you had to hand it to her—she really knew how to pick her targets. In the entire plantation, Mo Lan’s wooden fence was by far the hardest thing around.

Only when Mo Lan sensed a long, drawn-out thought of “groooow” from Tiana did she finally release the wind wall and gather the restless little troublemaker into her arms.

The moment Flora saw this, she twisted herself into a pretzel in Sylph’s arms, her little arms stretching desperately toward Mo Lan, her rosy face flushing red with urgency. The telepathic voice from her mind-reading magic was practically a shout: “Little sister! Hold! Hold!”

“You can’t hold her!” Mo Lan looked at the tiny bundle of flesh, even smaller than the egg baby, caught between laughter and exasperation.

But Flora didn’t care one bit. She kept arching forward with all her might, even her little feet kicking to help.

Tiana, too, began rocking restlessly in Mo Lan’s arms.

Just then, Lilith patted the crib that had suddenly appeared beside her—this one several times larger than the previous one. “Put the two sisters in here together!”

Mo Lan’s eyes lit up. She first used a Cleaning spell to clear the grass clippings and dirt from Tiana’s eggshell, then carefully lowered her into the bed lined with cloud-soft cotton.

Before Sylph could even bend down, Flora was already squirming her little bottom toward the edge of the bed, looking for all the world like a clumsy baby sea turtle.

The moment Sylph set her inside the crib, she immediately went at it with all four limbs, trying to wrap herself around Tiana’s eggshell.

But she was lying on her back, her body as frail as any newborn’s—she couldn’t even roll over on her own.

Tiana, for her part, was rolling this way and that beside her, equally at a loss for what to do.