Chapter 1037 – Mo Lan’s Daily Life Raising a Little One 3

The new sprout emerged, that trembling point of tender green symbolizing not only the tree seed’s complete awakening from dormancy, but also marking the establishment of a unique and unbreakable Mana link between it and its future mother.

From this moment on, it was no longer a generic “Witch Tree seed,” but a life embryo belonging exclusively to her—waiting to be nurtured with love and Mana.

The next step was to plant the sprouted seed into prepared soil or a special spatial planting pot.

Thereafter, day after day, it would be nourished with Hybrid Mana, waiting for it to sprout branches, unfurl leaves, and grow strong, until deep within its canopy a “Witch Fruit” would crystallize.

When the fruit’s skin transformed from its initial unripe green to the lustrous white that symbolized maturity and purity—that would be the time to pick the fruit and hatch a little witch.

No more words were needed. The four Sorceresses exchanged a glance, and in the next moment, they turned in unison with perfect understanding.

Vasida cradled the sprouted seed, her steps light yet solemn beyond measure as she crossed the Living Room, pushed open the front door, and walked into the courtyard ahead.

Mo Lan, Lilith, and Sylph, on the other hand, needed to use the teleportation doors at their respective lakeside residences to reach their own prepared nursery homes.

Mo Lan returned to the lakeside cottage and turned the Magic dial beside the door to the delicate icon labeled “Emerald Creek Plains Wooden House.”

When she opened the door again, the sun-drenched Emerald Creek Plains lay before her.

In the yard, Zhizhi, Sentai, and Clack had long been waiting eagerly.

The moment they saw Mo Lan return carrying the sprouted seed, they immediately crowded around the special spatial planting pot.

Zhizhi stood on tiptoe, Sentai stretched out its vines, and Clack adjusted the angle of its skull—all three pressing against the rim of the pot, eyes fixed longingly on Mo Lan and the little sprouted seed in her hands.

Mo Lan walked to the pot’s edge and took a deep breath of the cool morning air, steadying her quickened heartbeat.

She crouched down and first used her fingertips to dig a small hole in the soil—just the right depth and neatly shaped.

Then, cradling the seed with its tender sprout, she placed it sprout-side up, carefully setting it in the center of the little pit.

Next, she used her fingertips to gather the surrounding soil back bit by bit, pressing it down gently to ensure the seed was fully covered and securely settled. Only that delicate, dewy point of green was left peeking shyly yet resolutely above the soil, reaching toward the sky and sunlight.

Though it was merely a tiny sprout, it already possessed the most rudimentary sentience—able to vaguely perceive the outside world, and especially the bond with its nurturer.

The spatial planting pot also had a pre-inscribed Tree Friend spell on it. Simply placing one’s hand on the rim allowed clear perception of the simple thoughts of the plant within.

Additionally, Mo Lan, Zhizhi, and Clack all wore brooches inscribed with Wood Speech, enabling them to listen to the “words” of plants at any time.

As for Sentai, being a plant life-form itself, it could naturally communicate with flora.

Almost the instant the soil was patted down, a faint yet unmistakably clear thought transmitted directly into the minds of Mo Lan, Zhizhi, Clack, and Sentai: “Hungry~”

Zhizhi, Clack, and Sentai immediately turned their heads in unison toward Mo Lan, their eyes practically screaming: “Feed it! It’s hungry!”

Mo Lan couldn’t help but smile, warmth flooding her heart.

She knew this was the little sprout requesting its “first meal” for growth.

She didn’t dare delay. Extending her finger, Hybrid Mana flowed from her fingertip, precise and steady, pouring into the sprout.

The sprout immediately transmitted waves of greedy, joyful intent. It eagerly absorbed the Hybrid Mana, extending its roots, sending back subtle sensations of “satiation” and “comfort.” A moment later, the thought shifted to: “Full~”

Mo Lan immediately stopped the flow of Mana—not a drop too much, not a drop too little.

“It’s full already?” Zhizhi blinked its glossy black eyes in surprise, gesturing with its little paws:

“It only ate this tiny bit! How long is it going to take to grow up and bear fruit at this rate!”

“The Witch Tree’s journey from sprouting to fruit ripening is a gradual process. The further along it gets, the more Mana it will need.”

Mo Lan explained patiently, gently tapping the delicate sprout with her finger:

“It’s still too young right now. Its root system and sentience are both very fragile, so it can only handle this much Mana at a time.

Feeding it too much would actually ‘overwhelm’ it and damage its foundation.

What we need to do is feed it an appropriate amount of Mana whenever it feels ‘hungry,’ letting it grow healthily and steadily.”

With that, she looked toward Sentai: “Sentai, I may need to trouble you quite a bit in the days ahead.

Please help me keep constant watch over the sprout’s condition.

The moment it sends out a ‘hungry’ thought, no matter where I am, notify me immediately.

As long as we keep its energy supply sufficient, it will grow at the fastest, healthiest pace possible and bear a Witch Fruit.”

Conversely, if the energy supply was untimely or insufficient, the Witch Tree’s growth cycle would be prolonged, and the time to bear fruit would be delayed accordingly.

Sentai’s vine tip immediately bobbed up and down. Then, without hesitation, it dragged its own planting pot over, rumbling along until it sat right beside the Witch Tree’s pot, pressing up close.

The meaning couldn’t have been clearer: Starting today, I’m living right here. Not moving an inch!

Not only that, but dozens of vines branched off from its body like nimble green tentacles, rapidly climbing up the exterior walls of the wooden house. They threaded precisely through the edges of every window—the Second Floor bedroom, the study, the nursery, and the first-floor Living Room and kitchen.

This way, no matter which corner of the wooden house Mo Lan might be in, Sentai could relay the sprout’s “call” to her at the earliest possible moment.

Watching Sentai’s all-encompassing setup, Mo Lan couldn’t help but laugh. She reached out and gently tapped the vine tip it raised as if showing off its handiwork: “Thank you for your hard work, Sentai.”

Not to be outdone, Zhizhi promptly produced a small stool and set it down with a thud on the other side of the planting pot, puffing out its little chest:

“From now on, when I’ve got nothing else to do, I’ll be sitting right here! Or playing in the yard! Guaranteed to come running the moment I’m called!”

“Good, good. Thank you for your hard work too, Zhizhi.” Mo Lan smiled and ruffled its silver head.

Just then, an extremely faint click sounded from not far away.

Following the sound, she saw that at a spot with the perfect vantage point of the planting pot, a Magic camera and a Magic video recorder had already been set up, both lenses trained on the pot and the sprout. The video recorder had been silently recording the entire time, capturing this historic moment.

That soft click had come from an unassuming remote control in Clack’s hand.

It had just pressed the Magic camera’s shutter, capturing the instant Mo Lan planted the seed and the sprout first emerged.

The spectral fire in Clack’s eye sockets flickered calmly as it held up a small wooden sign: “Growth records. Leave them to me.”

From this day forward, Mo Lan’s life officially shifted its center to the wooden cottage yard in Emerald Creek Plains. (End of Chapter)