The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

“Since you think it’s okay, then talk to the Tree Spirit and ask it for help!” Matilda gently pushed Moran toward the tree hole, gesturing for her to get closer.

"Please ask the Tree Spirit for help?" Moran looked up, her eyes full of doubt.

During her time playing in the tribe these past few days, she's watched the elves build their treehouses quite a bit.

They typically choose a large, lush old tree and then perform a natural magic called "tree shaping".

The tree branches under the influence of the tree shaping technique will grow, bend, and close according to the spellcaster's will, just like clay being kneaded by an invisible hand, forming the main structure of the treehouse in a short period of time.

Afterwards, various vines are woven into ladders or bridges to connect different places.

Even elves with slightly lower magical abilities complete it gradually over several days in several sessions.

This "Tree Shaping" magic seems to be of a high level; at least Polly and Celine haven't received the corresponding magical inheritance yet.

Even the wood-shaping spell in witchcraft is not as flexible as this spell. At least the wood-shaping spell cannot be cast on living ancient trees; it can only be used to shape some dead wood and planks.

Given that Moran hasn't even unlocked the inherited memories of level zero magic yet, she absolutely cannot use the Forest Shaping technique.

She had originally thought that Grandma Mathilde would personally use the magic to help her build a treehouse high up on the branch.

Seeing the confusion on her face, Mathilde patiently explained:
“Silly child, the most important thing for the successful casting of ‘Shaping Trees’ is that the casting will and magical energy must be stronger than the spirituality and natural power contained in the tree being cast. The Tree of Life of our Emerald Tribe, and even the Tree of Life of many elven tribes in the world of Seran, are branches of the Mother Tree of Life.”

Which elf in this world possesses a stronger will to cast spells and greater magical energy than the Mother Tree of Life, which gave birth to all elves and has existed for longer than any elf.
Moreover, the effect of 'tree shaping' is essentially contrary to the natural growth law of trees. For the trees that are subjected to the spell, their own growth status and spirituality will be disturbed and damaged to a certain extent.

Therefore, before casting 'Tree Shaping', elves usually communicate with the target tree for a long time to establish a deep connection.

Even so, after the spell is cast, it takes a long time to carefully nourish and repair it in order to make up for the damage.

Therefore, even if there truly exist spirits with such immense power, they would never, and should never, use 'Tree Shaping' on the Tree of Life; it would be a desecration of the tree spirit!

But if Lord Tree Spirit takes action himself, this hidden danger is completely eliminated.

Moran seemed to understand, but her curiosity was completely piqued, and she had even more questions: "What is the will of spellcasting? Also, both of them use tree bodies to make tree houses, which goes against the laws of natural growth, so why is the spirituality of the tree damaged when 'Forest Shaping' is used, while the Tree Spirit Mother herself is unaffected when making her own tree house?"

Mathilde smiled and gently patted Moran's head: "You'll understand the reason behind this once you receive more of the inherited memories. In short, just remember that the Tree of Life is of a very high status, and ordinary natural magic is completely ineffective in front of it. If you want to settle down here, you either have to build it by hand, without using any magic at all, or you'll have to ask the Tree Spirit for help!"

Moran suppressed her doubts and walked into the deepest part of the tree hole, gently placing her palm on the tree wall covered with ancient patterns.

She couldn't use wood language and couldn't hear the tree spirit's voice, but that didn't prevent the tree spirit from hearing her voice.

“Mother Tree Spirit…” she whispered, “I…I really like the place you chose for me. But I’m still too young, I don’t have the strength to build a little house there where I can shelter from the wind and rain and sleep peacefully…Can…can you help me? I want a home, a home as close to you as possible.” She tried to describe her ideal home in words: a warm, dry little space where she could lie down and sleep, a small platform where she could sit and enjoy the scenery and practice magic…

The tree hollow was quiet except for her own voice, but the bark beneath her palms constantly emanated a rich natural power.

Then, a miracle unfolded before her eyes.

Inside the previously empty tree hollow beside her, the wall near the bottom began to slowly and smoothly indent inward, forming a natural, flat "bed" outline with naturally raised edges, like a pillow.

At the entrance of the cave, some flexible aerial roots automatically hang down and intertwine, forming a living curtain that can be flexibly opened and closed, carrying a fresh fragrance, which ensures privacy without completely isolating the inside from the outside.

On the side of the outer branch platform closest to the tree hole, the wood naturally bulged and shaped, becoming a fixed low table and two small tree stump stools.

Even above the platform, several aerial roots and large, luminous leaves gracefully intertwine, automatically weaving together to form a small, suspended hammock with a sunshade canopy, swaying gently in the breeze.

The entire process was silent, swift, and perfectly natural.

There was no blinding light, no violent magical fluctuations, only the vast and gentle power of the Tree of Life itself flowing and shaping.

It's as if this treehouse wasn't "built," but rather it was meant to grow this way.

After a dozen or so breaths, all changes ceased.

A delicate, warm, and naturally charming treehouse, perfectly integrated with the Tree of Life, was presented before Moran's eyes.

Moran gazed at the treehouse that had formed so quickly, even more cozy than she had imagined, and at the natural energy that was more intense than anywhere else in the tribe. She pressed her cheek against the tree trunk and whispered:

"Thank you, Tree Spirit Mother! I...I love it so much!"

For Moran, the only drawback here is that it's too close to the Tree of Life, making it difficult to avoid the tree spirits' perception and quietly enter his own mirror space.

However, the Tree of Life has a vast root system, and the entire tribe is under the protection of the tree spirits. Living here is almost the same as living anywhere else in the tribe. On the contrary, the abundant natural energy here is more conducive to the growth of the elves.

Mathilde looked at the perfectly natural treehouse before her, her eyes filled with admiration.

She entered the treehouse, stroked the smooth "wooden bed" with her hand, and whispered to Moran, "The Tree Spirit has truly favored you. This bed is entirely made of heartwood, which nourishes your body and spirit day and night, greatly benefiting your growth."

This is absolutely the home that every elf dreams of!

"Alright, see what's missing in your new home, and I'll help you set it up." (End of Chapter)