Chapter 1023 – Mo Lan’s Laid-Back Daily Life 7

Mo Lan listened quietly, her gaze resting on little Leila.

The little one was trying to teach Clack how to play with building blocks, though Clack simply sat motionless, letting her stack colorful wooden pieces on its bony hands.

“It sounds like… a wonderful adventure. Once I’m ready, I think I’ll give it a try!”

Dayla patted the back of her hand. “That’s enough. No one is born knowing how to be a mother. Everyone learns slowly, together with their child.”

Just then, little Leila came pattering over clutching a plush bear toy, and stuffed the bear into Mo Lan’s arms.

“Big sister Moira, this is for you! Mama and I made this little bear together. Thank you for giving me so many gifts!”

Mo Lan took the soft, squishy bear. Its crystal eyes sparkled brightly, and a tiny bow was tied around its neck.

Little Leila watched her expectantly.

“Thank you, Leila. It’s really cute,” Mo Lan said earnestly, giving the bear’s ear a little squeeze.

Satisfied, little Leila ran back to continue “leading” Zhizhi, Clack, and Sentai in playing with her new toys.

Lunch was a simple affair of thick vegetable soup, pan-fried meat patties, freshly baked bread, and berries picked from the forest.

Little Leila sat in her tall high chair, holding a small spoon by herself, eating her soup with great effort and concentration.

Whenever soup or food crumbs fell, the edges of the bib around her neck would curl up, gently wiping away the stains, then automatically activating the Cleaning Magic woven into the bib to clean itself.

It allowed little Leila the freedom to practice feeding herself while avoiding the post-meal chaos of a complete mess.

After the meal, little Leila began to show signs of drowsiness. Her little head nodded up and down, and her small hands unconsciously rubbed at her eyes.

The cradle bed in the corner of the Living Room, draped with a soft blanket, immediately sensed its little owner’s condition. Its four bedposts, carved with vine patterns, silently extended upward and outward, bending like gentle arms to steadily “embrace” little Leila, who was still dozing off in her high chair. They lifted her entirely, then smoothly retracted back to the center of the little bed.

Next, a light, breathable blanket unfolded on its own, draping gently over her and tucking in the corners.

At the same time, the silencing spell circle on the cradle bed quietly activated, moderately isolating the cradle area from outside sounds, leaving only the faint, soft sounds produced by the cradle’s own gentle, rhythmic rocking.

The cradle began to sway slowly and steadily back and forth.

Within minutes, little Leila’s curled-up body relaxed completely. Her long lashes settled over her eyelids, her small mouth opened slightly, and her breathing became even and deep.

“She’s asleep,” Dayla glanced over. “Every time she falls asleep, the world goes quiet.”

The two of them sat back down on the sofa.

“If you decide to nurture a little witch, you can do what I did—use Mana to infuse everyday items that your future little witch will use frequently in advance. They can help you take care of the little witch’s daily needs too!”

“That’s such a wonderful idea!” Mo Lan had never considered before that Magic Infusion could be applied to childcare items.

Mainly because when she was little, Shana’s mother hadn’t been very strong in magic, lacked the reserves, and had been in quite a rush. Many things had been prepared inadequately, so she had taken care of Mo Lan personally. But if these items could be infused ahead of time, it would be like having a whole team of nannies, allowing the mother to largely free her hands and devote more energy to higher-quality interaction and companionship.

“As for the rest, like the Mana reserves needed before planting a witch’s tree—that shouldn’t be a problem for you at all. Little witches have pure souls and are naturally destined to have no issues with their character. Just relax and enjoy the process!”

Dayla went on in careful detail, and Mo Lan listened earnestly, committing everything to memory. This kind of experiential wisdom was precious knowledge that couldn’t be found in any magic book.

That afternoon, little Leila woke from her nap with rosy cheeks and boundless energy.

Mo Lan played with her for a long time on the grass in front of the treehouse. Time slipped away unnoticed amid the laughter, and before they knew it, the setting sun had begun gilding the forest treetops with warm golden edges.

Seeing the hour, Mo Lan knew it was time to say goodbye.

“Are you sure you won’t stay another night?” Dayla tried once more to persuade her.

“No, Grandmother.” Mo Lan shook her head and bent down to pick up little Leila, who was reluctantly holding Zhizhi’s tiny paw for a “handshake,” saying “goodbye” over and over again.

“I’ve been staying in a mutant hollow tree just outside Sunset Forest lately. It’s a quick flight back!”

She nuzzled little Leila’s soft cheek and said to Dayla earnestly, “I really gained so much today. Thank you, Grandmother!”

“Oh, don’t be so formal with me!” Dayla’s eyes were full of affection. “You’re always welcome here. And if there’s anything you don’t understand about raising children, don’t hesitate to ask.”

“Mm!” Mo Lan nodded firmly, then remembered something, her eyes lighting up. “Oh, that’s right, Grandmother—aren’t you heading back to the Blessing Witch Council in a few days to take care of some business? It’s quite a journey. Why not stop by my place along the way and rest for the night before continuing? The sunrises and sunsets at my place are absolutely beautiful, and the Sea of Roses is in full bloom right now. And besides…”

She looked down at little Leila in her arms, who had her ears perked up listening intently. “You could leave little Leila at my place to play first, and then pick her up on your way back from the Council! Let me experience what it’s like to take care of a little witch!”

“Really? Can I?” Little Leila immediately turned to look at Dayla, her small face practically spelling out “I want to go! I want to go! I really, really want to go!” The light of anticipation in her eyes was nearly overflowing.

Dayla looked at her daughter’s expression, caught between amusement and exasperation, and reached out to gently tap her forehead with one finger. “I was originally planning to take you with me to the Council. Now you choose for yourself—do you want to come with me to the Council, or go play at Moira’s place?”

Without even a second of hesitation, little Leila’s clear voice rang out: “Big sister Moira’s place!”

The Council? She’d been there before. Sure, there were lots of tasty pastries, but she couldn’t understand anything the grown-ups talked about.

But big sister Moira’s place! There was a talking little monkey, blooming vines, and a beautiful little skeleton who would patiently play with her.

And there was a mutant hollow tree—that sounded amazing all on its own. She’d only ever seen one in books. Did this even require a choice?

“Alright, alright, I hear you!” Dayla turned to Mo Lan. “Then I’ll bring little Leila over to your place before I set off in a few days. I’ll be troubling you to look after her for a bit!”

“It’s no trouble at all!” Mo Lan’s smile was radiant with genuine anticipation. “I’ve been free lately, and having little Leila around will definitely make things more fun!”

Hearing her mother agree, little Leila bounced excitedly in Mo Lan’s arms, then threw her arms around Mo Lan’s neck and planted a big, firm, enthusiastic kiss right on her cheek—leaving behind a wet mark carrying the faint sweet fragrance of leftover jam.