Chapter Index

    All the cards were materialized and divided into two piles — one for Grandma Dayla and one for Leila.

    The flying carpet wove through layers upon layers of branches and leaves, the Sentai clinging to its edges swaying gently in the wind.

    “Mommy! Look, there’s a big flying basket in the sky!”

    A clear, childlike voice drifted up from below.

    Mo Lan followed the sound and looked down, spotting a little witch of about three or four years old standing on tiptoe in a forest clearing, her small hand pointing high toward the sky.

    She had a head of chestnut-colored little curls that gleamed warmly in the sunlight, and her large amber eyes were brimming with wonder.

    In the clearing, a treehouse naturally formed from ancient tree roots stood quietly. The small garden in front was filled with Wind Chime Flowers that tinkled in the breeze.

    A Witch in a pale linen belted robe was half-crouching in the garden, her long hair loosely pinned up at the back. She held a Wind Chime Flower whose leaves had gone a bit wilted, and from her fingertips flowed a faint golden blessing power.

    The Wind Chime Flower visibly unfurled its leaves, perking back up with renewed vigor.

    Hearing her child’s shout, she straightened up, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and squinted up at the sky.

    “Grandma Dayla!” Dayla’s face bore a few more traces of time than Mo Lan remembered, but her gaze was still warm and bright.

    Once she made out the figure on the flying carpet, Dayla’s face broke into a delighted smile, and she waved vigorously toward the sky.

    The flying carpet descended slowly onto the soft grass. Mo Lan had barely jumped off when little Leila came charging over like a tiny cannonball — only to slam on the brakes a few steps away, ducking behind Dayla. She peeked out with just half her little head, her eyes unblinkingly fixed on Zhizhi and the Sentai entwined around the flying carpet.

    “Moira!” Dayla came forward and pulled her into a hug that carried the scent of earth and sunshine. “When did you get back to Valen? How do you have the time to visit me?”

    “I missed you! I haven’t been busy lately, so I came by to see little Leila too!” Mo Lan hugged her back with a smile, then bent down to Leila’s eye level. “Hello there, I’m Moira. This is Zhizhi, this is Clack, and this is Sentai.”

    Zhizhi cooperatively waved a little paw. “Hi there! Little Leila!”

    Little Leila’s eyes went even rounder, and she whispered to Dayla, “Mommy, the little monkey can talk!”

    “That’s right, because it’s a Witch’s companion.” Dayla gently patted her head. “Leila, this is Moira — your big sister Shana’s daughter!”

    “Mo… Moira…” Little Leila blinked, then suddenly seemed to remember something very important.

    She lowered her head and rummaged earnestly through the little pocket on her clothes with her small hand, fishing out a card whose edges were already somewhat worn.

    She deftly tapped the card with her fingertip, and several copies of the 《Young Witch’s Primer》 with brightly colored covers tumbled out onto the grass before her with soft thumps.

    Little Leila immediately crouched down and began searching through the pile of books.

    Soon, she picked up one of them, her small hands flipping through — pages rustling — until she stopped at a certain page.

    She looked at the illustration on the page, then looked up at Mo Lan, her large amber eyes filled with incredulous amazement, checking back and forth several times.

    Finally, her little mouth fell slightly open, and in a voice barely above a whisper, she breathed out a single phrase:

    “The… the Card Sorceress?”

    Zhizhi puffed out her little chest proudly. “That’s right, that’s my master!”

    Dayla couldn’t help but laugh, giving Mo Lan a teasing look. “Oh my, you’ve been recognized.”

    Mo Lan couldn’t help but grin too. “Yep, that’s me!”

    She pointed at the book in little Leila’s hands. “Does little Leila like reading? You recognized me so quickly!”

    Little Leila nodded her head as rapidly as a chick pecking at grain. “I love it! Especially this one — it has so many beautiful and amazing Witch big sisters in it, and Moira big sister is the most amazing!”

    “Thank you for the compliment.” Mo Lan’s smile deepened, and she deliberately drew her out further. “What else does this book say about me?”

    This question clearly hit on something little Leila was passionate about. She immediately spread the book open on her knees, pointed at the text and illustrations with her short little fingers, and began “introducing” everything in her milky but remarkably earnest voice:

    “The book says… Card Sorceress Moira is a super amazing Sorceress! She invented Card Magic, which lets lots and lots of things turn into cards that you can carry in your pocket!”

    She turned a page and pointed at another illustration featuring all sorts of card designs. “There are cards that can make houses appear, cards that can unleash powerful Magic, and… and cards that can make yummy candy!”

    At this point, her round amber eyes had already drifted uncontrollably, sneaking a glance to the side — landing on the pile of gifts half-hidden by Sentai’s vines on the flying carpet.

    At the very top of one of the gift piles, a rainbow candy tower in a transparent Crystal box was radiating an enticing glow.

    The candies had starry-sky colors, cloud-like shapes, and there were even a few shaped like little animals, incredibly lifelike.

    It was the “Fantasy Fairy Tale Candy Gift Box” that Mo Lan had carefully selected from the Card Shop.

    Grandma Dayla shook her head with an amused smile and gently tapped her daughter’s nose. “Little sweet tooth, your eyes are about to pop out.”

    Mo Lan was so charmed her heart was practically melting. She wiggled her fingers, and the sparkling candy gift box came floating over. “This book is right — this box of candy was materialized from a card. It’s for you, little Leila. Not only are these candies delicious, each one has a tiny little surprise effect too — like making your tongue taste a rainbow, or letting you burp out little stars!”

    Little Leila’s eyes instantly went even rounder than before. “R-really? For me?”

    “Of course. They’re all yours now.” Mo Lan gently placed the box in her arms.

    Little Leila clutched the candy box like she was holding the world’s greatest treasure, her small face pressed against the Crystal box wall, gazing dreamily at the star candies, cloud candies, and little animal candies inside that seemed almost alive.

    Seeing how impossibly adorable she looked, Mo Lan decided not to introduce the gifts one by one anymore. She simply used the Levitation Spell to float the entire heap of presents over from the flying carpet.

    Brightly colored wrapping, oddly shaped gift boxes, little pouches giving off all sorts of enticing scents… they circled around little Leila and slowly descended.

    “It’s not just this box of candy,” Mo Lan’s voice carried a smile. “This whole pile is all presents for little Leila!”

    Little Leila had been stunned into complete stillness by this sudden, beyond-imagination “mountain of gifts.”

    Clutching the candy box, her little mouth formed a perfect round “O,” her large amber eyes wide as saucers, scanning the “treasure trove” before her from left to right, top to bottom, as if she couldn’t believe her own eyes.

    She even instinctively freed one hand to rub her eyes, then looked again.

    It was real! Not a dream! So many, many presents!

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