Chapter 1034 – Mo Lan’s Laid-Back Daily Life 18

Everyone feasted heartily, laughter and chatter filling the air.

Even Zhizhi had a bucket of specially mixed cocktail prepared just for it.

It first sniffed cautiously at the blend of oceanic and fruity aromas, then extended its tiny pink tongue and gave it a tentative lick.

The next second, its entire little body shuddered, its silver fur seeming to gleam even brighter. Its eyes went perfectly round as it let out a supremely satisfied, thin little “zhiii.”

It immediately began sipping in tiny, precious mouthfuls. With each sip, it would blissfully squint its eyes and wobble its little head, its intoxicated expression drawing stifled laughter from everyone.

Clack sat quietly at the edge of the dining table. It didn’t need to eat, but the spectral flames in its eye sockets flickered gently in time with the laughter and the aroma of fine food, as if sharing in the joy.

Sentai’s vines, meanwhile, crept along the edges of the “dining table,” their tips blooming into several small flowers that exuded a delicate fragrance and swayed softly, as though adding to the festivities.

As dawn approached, the feast gradually drew to a close. Everyone had eaten to their heart’s content, stomachs full and spirits warm.

More than half the dishes on the table had been demolished. The leftovers were handled once again by Vasida’s Devouring Stomach, cleaned up spotlessly—even the plates were “digested” and recycled. The beach returned to its pristine state, with only the lingering, mouth-watering aroma still hanging in the air.

A post-meal languor spread through the group. By unspoken agreement, everyone settled into their most comfortable positions—sitting or lying down—facing the horizon where ink-blue and grey-white intermingled, quietly waiting.

Vasida gave a small, contented yawn and pulled a large, soft, temperature-regulated blanket from her personal space. She spread it over the dry sand and was the first to lie down comfortably, arms folded behind her head.

Lilith and Sylph simply lay flat on the fine, cool sand, feeling the solidity of the earth beneath them and the moist breath left by the receding tide.

Mo Lan sat in her Sentai lounge chair, merely adjusting the backrest to a steeper recline until it was nearly parallel with the ground.

Zhizhi curled into a silver ball on her lap, fast asleep. Its little belly rose and fell gently with each breath, and occasionally it smacked its lips, as if savoring fine wine in its dreams.

Sentai’s vines crept down along the lounge chair, weaving a small platform beside her hand, upon which sat a half-cup of warm moonlight grass flower tea.

Clack sat quietly beside her.

The sea breeze turned exceptionally gentle, the sound of waves became soothing and rhythmic, and the colors of the sky began to shift in subtle ways.

The deepest ink-blue gradually faded, giving way to a hazy grey-purple, then a soft lotus pink and peachy orange.

The group sipped their flower tea while gazing lazily toward the sunrise, chatting idly.

“Seriously, Moira,” Vasida said, her cheeks still flushed with a tipsy glow though her eyes were perfectly clear. She turned her head to look at her friend. “Seeing how meticulously you’ve been preparing that 《Child-Rearing Encyclopedia》, even doing hands-on practice beforehand… have you really made up your mind to bear your own little witch?”

Mo Lan nodded gently and affirmed, “Mm-hm! I’ve decided.”

“I really miss how we were back at the Witch Academy!” Lilith gazed at the rising sun as it scattered broken gold across the sea, her eyes distant, as though peering through time to see the spirited young women they had once been.

After a moment of silence, she finally made up her mind:

“Moira, when you’ve finished writing your 《Child-Rearing Encyclopedia》, could you let me copy and study it?”

Mo Lan turned to look at her in surprise. “Why? Lilith, are you planning to bear a little witch too?”

Lilith nodded.

“When I was in school, my biggest regret was being a year older than the three of you. I couldn’t enroll the same year, and I graduated a year earlier, missing out on so many moments of ‘synchronized’ experiences we could have shared.

Second-Generation Sorceresses born from the Witch Tree have higher ceilings for their talents and far longer lifespans. Over such vast stretches of time, like-minded friends who can walk the path side by side become an incomparably important presence. So… let’s set a date and plant our Witch Trees at the same time!

That way, our children can keep each other company during their infant witch years, playing together and exploring the world. When they reach their young witch years, they can enter the Academy together, become classmates, and learn and grow side by side. In the future, there’s a very good chance they’ll become trusted, supportive friends just like us.”

Mo Lan’s eyes lit up the moment she heard this, and she responded almost immediately:

“Yes! That’s a wonderful idea! As it happens, I’d been worrying that if it were only my child, she might lack playmates her own age before going to the Academy at thirteen. If she could have friends she’s grown up with since childhood, that would be absolutely perfect!”

“Hey, hey, hey! A friendship of just two is way too quiet! Count me in!” Vasida’s tone was urgent yet excited. “Just imagine—three little ones causing a ruckus together. What a heartwarming picture!”

She then turned to look at Sylph beside her.

“Sylph! Didn’t you say that when you came back this time, you found all sorts of otherworldly magical plant seeds you’d never seen before in the Card Shop? Those should keep you busy researching for years, right? Besides, researching seeds and raising a child don’t conflict at all! How about… you plant another tree too?”

Lilith looked over as well and added, “That’s right, Sylph. This way, our children can play together from when they’re little, go to school together, go on adventures together—just like we used to!”

Meeting the eager, expectant gazes of her three dear friends, Sylph couldn’t help but recall those warm yet slightly regretful moments from Flora and Tiana’s early childhood, and the insight she had shared with Mo Lan about “one hundred percent of a mother’s love.”

Perhaps this was a chance to make up for past regrets.

She drew a soft breath. The sea breeze, carrying the warmth of the morning sun, filled her chest. She nodded firmly.

“Alright! I’m in! This time, I’ll plant only one Witch Tree, so my child can have the most complete mother’s love.”

“Where are you all planning to plant your Witch Trees?” Mo Lan asked. “I’m going to plant mine in Emerald Creek Plains.”

“I’ll go back to Starlight Forest! I grew up there, so it’s the perfect place to plant a Witch Tree!” Sylph had been inspired by Mo Lan’s example.

“I’ll use the same spot where I planted the mutant hollow tree before. The scenery there is beautiful!” Lilith said.

“You’re all going back to where you grew up!” Vasida thought about her own Gloom Valley and quickly shook her head. “I’ll just build a residence in Witch’s Town and plant my Witch Tree there. Gloom Valley—no way am I going back to that place.”

“That works out perfectly. Let’s all build residences in Witch’s Town and connect them to our Witch’s homes in the mirror space. That way, the children can visit each other anytime they like!” Mo Lan said.

The four friends exchanged smiles, each reflected in the others’ eyes alongside the ever-brightening morning sun.

(End of Chapter)