The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

From that day on, Moran became a regular visitor to little Vasita and little Tracy, often using his magic camera and paintbrush to record their lives.

Countless heartwarming or hilarious moments were captured in photographs and magical paintings. She made several copies of these photos and paintings using the Book of Cards, sending some to the elven parents of little Vasita and little Tracy, and others to Lilith and Sylph in exchange for photos of their baby dragons.

After too much of her dark history was recorded, Vasita and Tracy were no longer happy to see her every day, and they also made their own elf friends of similar age.

When Moran was bored, he took on the role of the tribe's new elven language teacher.

She chose to continue Elder Lyndall's tradition, and depending on the weather, she would spend a fixed day each week teaching the elves to write elf script on the grass.

After the tribal library under the Tree of Life was built, she would occasionally tell stories of high elves to the younger, underage elves in the library, sowing the seeds in their hearts to break free from the magic net and master complete magic.

Moran waited until little Vasita and little Tracy turned fifteen, when they had grown strong and healthy, and had officially taken up extraordinary professions, becoming low-level professionals. Only then did Moran begin to prepare to leave the world of Seran.

After discovering that the world consciousness of the Seran world had a fairly high degree of favor towards her, she inquired about it.

The "God Realm" of the Thran world is indeed a place for explorers who have exceeded the world's upper limit. It is similar in nature to the explorer camp in the Valen world, where people are active in the Sky Well and the universe.

She still has the invitation to the world of Thran, so she can come back whenever she wants. In this case, there is not much difference between her returning to Valen and going to the "realm of the gods".

When she announced to Chief Matilda, Polly, Celine, and others that she had felt the "call of the gods" and was about to go to the "god realm," they were reluctant to part with her, but even more so, they were happy and proud for her!

"It has been a very long time since any nature elf has been able to embark on the path to the realm of the gods." Chief Matilda held Moran's hand. "But you are different, Moran. You have brought back the wisdom of the high elves and ignited a new flame for us. From you onward, this path will no longer be blocked by thorns."

Tree Spirit Mother, Grandma Mathilde, Polly, Celine... all the nature spirits of the entire Emerald Tribe are proud of her.

Her words were not untrue.

The high elf heritage that Moran brought back, especially the part about nature magic, brought unprecedented inspiration to Mathilde, Lyndor, and other nature elves who had been stuck at level 18 for many years.

They saw the possibility of breaking through the level 20 threshold and touching a higher realm. The number of people who went into seclusion to cultivate gradually increased, and the strength of the tribe's upper echelons was quietly undergoing a qualitative change.

The Tree Spirit Mother's consciousness gently enveloped Moran: "Child, go and see a wider world! I will always be here waiting for you!"

Polly and Celine were crying their eyes out, clinging tightly to Moran.

"I heard that the gods are all very busy. Moran, you can focus on your own work. We will definitely cultivate diligently and go to the gods to find you!"

Vasita and Tracy are now slender elves, beginning to resemble young girls. Only they know that Moran's departure this time is not to go to some "divine realm," but to return to Valen.

They felt little sorrow at parting, only relief.

Finally! Finally, I no longer have to be constantly on guard against that magic camera, and Moran's seemingly omnipresent eyes!

God knows how they survived those fifteen years.

The first time she drooled, the first time she fell and got a mouthful of mud, the first time a forest spirit pulled her hair, the first time she was chased up a tree by forest animals… every moment that could be considered a “dark history” was precisely captured by Moran without exception. She either photographed it or saw it, remembered it, and drew it into a magical painting. These things were not only treasured and carefully collected by their elven parents, but Moran also “shared” them with other witches!
Moran walked up to them, looking at the two little ones who, although they had grown quite a bit taller, were still much shorter than her. Suppressing a smile, she ruffled their hair and said, "Grow up well! You can only leave the forest when you're an adult, understand?"

"..." Vasita and Tracy's lips twitched almost imperceptibly at the same time.

Please, please go! We can't take it one more day!
Vasida cried out in her heart.

Watching Moran disappear into the horizon, Vasita and Tracy breathed a long sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from their shoulders, and even their breathing became easier.

The "photography demon" that had haunted them for fifteen years has finally left!
However, this relaxed atmosphere lasted for less than three seconds.

"Crack!"

A crisp, chilling, and soul-shaking shutter sound rang out behind them without warning.

Vasita and Tracy froze instantly, turning their heads away slowly with disbelief and horror.

Not far away, Polly's mother and Celine's mother were standing together.

Polly held a small magic camera in her hands, pointing it towards the sky where Moran had disappeared, and looked at the scene she had just captured with satisfaction.

Celine's mother held another magic camera, slightly different in color. At that moment, the glittering lens was steadily aimed at the two of them, or more precisely, at their relieved, yet still vivid, expressions of relief—truly a "survivor's dream."

"!!!"

Vasita and Tracy's pupils trembled simultaneously.

Mo-Lan-!
A silent lament resounded in their hearts.

They could almost imagine how Moran had "quietly" passed on the camera and the idea of ​​"how important it is to record every moment of a child's growth" to their "elf mothers" before she left!

Polly put down her camera and looked at her daughters' stunned, speechless expressions in the viewfinder, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Oh, this 'magic camera' that Moran left behind is really useful! Look, I took a picture of Moran leaving, so I can look at it when I miss her in the future."

As she spoke, she very naturally turned the camera back to Vasita and Tracy, "Come on, babies, look at Mommy! Let's celebrate this special day!"

Celine smiled and adjusted the angle, her tone gentle yet firm: "Yes, Lady Lila is still in seclusion and can't come to see Moran off in person. It's good to take a few more pictures to show her when we get back. Vasita, Tracy, smile! Your expressions just now were very natural!"

Vasita: "..." No! Not at all natural! It's just extreme shock!

Tracy: "..." She had already silently begun to consider the possibility and consequences of unintentional damage. (End of Chapter)