Chapter 1027 – Mo Lan’s Laid-Back Daily Life 11

Sylph abruptly changed the subject, fixing Mo Lan with a bright, intent gaze:

“Hey, enough about us. What about you? Did you just get back from another world too? What have you been up to lately? Which world are you heading to next?”

In Sylph’s mind, the word “idle” simply didn’t exist in Mo Lan’s dictionary. Her daily routine was either studying to improve herself or exploring other worlds.

Mo Lan lifted her teacup and blew gently on the curling steam:

“I haven’t left Valen in decades. I’ve just been fishing by Spring Sight Lake, dropping by Moon Harbor now and then to try Melis’s latest wines. A few days ago I visited Dayla’s grandmother, and today Dayla had Witch Council business, so she dropped little Leila off with me. I spent the whole afternoon playing with her—she just fell asleep.”

“Pfft—!” Sylph nearly spat out the tea she’d just sipped. She fumbled to wipe the corner of her mouth:

“Wh-what?! Haven’t left Valen in decades? Fishing? Drinking? Babysitting?! And then what? Don’t tell me you’re also planning to plant a Witch Tree and nurture a young witch?”

“Mm, I do have that in mind.” Mo Lan nodded. “Once I’m ready, I’ll plant a Witch Tree and nurture a young witch. Or maybe build a mobile Witch’s home and just wander wherever the road takes me, slow down and enjoy the scenery, experience the carefree, wandering life of a bard. Maybe I’ll even tell stories to the people I meet along the way!”

“…” Sylph was utterly speechless. She even stood up, leaned in close to Mo Lan, scrutinized her complexion, and reached out to feel her forehead:

“Are you okay? You haven’t been hit by some weird curse that saps your drive, have you? You—Moira—the Grindlord Sorceress! All this time… you haven’t been reading? Haven’t been researching new Magic? Haven’t taken missions from the Well of the Sky? Haven’t planned any cosmic voyages to explore new worlds?”

Mo Lan gently shook her head:

“Sylph, the Well of the Sky hasn’t produced any world missions ranked higher than the Seran world. The remaining lower-level worlds barely offer any improvement for me at this point—there’s little meaning in it. As for researching Magic on my own, that’s not something that happens overnight. And as for cosmic voyages to save other worlds… there’s no need for now, either.”

“Why?” Sylph vaguely sensed something different about her—an unfamiliar ease and contentment.

“Because I’ve saved Earth… across every timeline.” Mo Lan said calmly. “Right now, humans from over ten thousand timelines of Earth are using Card Magic.

Even if I do nothing at all each day, the Mana revenue flowing in from those tens of thousands of worlds is ceaselessly, naturally growing my permanent Mana and disposable Mana reserves.

So you see, I truly have ‘nothing left to do’ now.

There’s no higher-level knowledge to learn, my original research has entered a long and gradual plateau, and my Mana is still growing on its own… Besides slowing down and properly enjoying this hard-won life free of any burdens or missions—what else could I possibly do?”

“Wh—?!” Sylph froze instantly, her pupils contracting sharply.

She knew, of course, what “Earth” meant to Mo Lan. Mo Lan was a Soul from Another World, carrying memories of her past life. To her, Earth was the homeland of her soul—the root of all her urgency and obsession.

She knew Mo Lan had always wanted to return to Earth and avert its destruction, but crossing timelines was simply too difficult.

“No wonder… no wonder you suddenly stopped grinding! I was wondering why you seemed like a completely different person, settling into life so contentedly!” Sylph understood everything at once. She stepped forward and pulled Mo Lan into a tight, fierce embrace. “That’s wonderful! Moira! You should have done this long ago!”

The embrace lasted a few seconds before Sylph let go and stepped back. “So, how are your preparations going? I mean for planting the Witch Tree and nurturing a young witch!”

Mo Lan met Sylph’s gaze, the corners of her lips curving up naturally:

“I’ve already prepared myself mentally. Next, I need to systematically study some deeper parenting knowledge, slowly infuse some children’s items with Mana, build up my reserves of both knowledge and materials, and then it should be about ready to put on the agenda.

When the time comes, I want to go back to Emerald Creek Plains and plant the Witch Tree in the place where I grew up.”

“Emerald Creek Plains? The scenery there is beautiful, the climate is pleasant, and it’s very safe—quite suitable for a young witch’s growth.” Sylph had also planted her own Witch Tree in the nursery at Emerald Creek Plains back in the day.

“Mm, that’s what I was thinking too.” Mo Lan nodded. “Oh, Sylph, speaking of raising children… when you were looking after Flora and Tiana, did you ever run into anything you found particularly difficult, or something you realized in hindsight you could have handled better? I’d like to hear more practical experience from someone who’s been through it.”

At this question, the smile on Sylph’s face softened slightly, and a flicker of complicated reminiscence passed through her eyes.

She leaned back against the sofa, her fingertips unconsciously turning the ring on her hand. After a moment of silence, she spoke:

“Difficult situations… every child is different, and the problems that come up are all sorts of strange. For instance, when Flora was little, she was constantly sneaking my broom trying to fly into the sky, and Tiana went through a phase where she was utterly obsessed with ‘disassembling’ magical items—the whole house was in chaos… But if I had to name my biggest regret, or the thing I feel I could have handled better… it’s probably that… I shouldn’t have planted two Witch Trees at the same time!”

Sylph’s voice dropped a little:

“They did bring me double the joy and happiness, but during their early years—the time when they most needed wholehearted attention and companionship—my time and energy were inevitably split in two.

Even though I tried my hardest to be fair, to give them what I believed was equal love and care, a child’s heart is perceptive.

I often felt that what I gave Flora might not have been one hundred percent of what she needed, and what I gave Tiana might have been diminished because I was trying to look after the other one at the same time.

I couldn’t give each of them the complete, undivided, one hundred percent, exclusively-theirs kind of motherly love that mothers with only one child can give.”

Sylph’s voice was heavy with regret:

“They’re both doing wonderfully now—independent, accomplished, and their bond with each other is strong. They haven’t been left with any psychological scars from it. But that’s probably thanks to the innately pure souls that witches are born with.

So, Moira, it’s best to plant only one Witch Tree at a time. Give your most complete, most unreserved love and attention entirely to that one child.

It’s crucial for her to build her initial sense of security and self-identity.

Nurturing multiple young witches at once—for a first-time mother, the challenges and regrets will only be greater!”