Hollow Knight: Hallownest

"Mom, why do they hate me? I didn't make any mistakes."

"Son, that's not your fault, that's mom's fault."

"Mom's fault?"

There is always something that cannot be hidden in a child's eyes, no matter how much they try to hide it. Joy or sadness, excitement or loneliness, as long as you look into her eyes, you can always catch it more or less, like the spring mud. Earthworm, grasshopper in the summer field.

Hera caressed the petite figure lying on her lap, but her eyes seemed to have passed through the weaver's nest, all the way towards the deep and huge cocoon room, even though what was printed in her eyes was just an ordinary face. The wall, but at this time also transformed into the residents there.

Their eyes were full of disdain, and their mouths were full of disdain. They didn't care that they were facing a member of their own race, or even just a child.

"Boy, are they making you feel uncomfortable?"

"......Um."

The voice was a bit muffled, and Hera could feel her back shaking slightly. The other two hands slowly touched the girl's cheeks, but as soon as they touched her, the wetness from her hands made her panic, and she hurriedly raised the child. Turning her head, her eyes were wet and tears were streaming down her face.

"Child... kid, what's wrong?"

When the girl saw her mother's loving eyes, the long-suppressed sadness in her heart was like a flood that burst a dam, completely overwhelming her long-suffering psychological defense.

"Mom...wuwuwu...we obviously didn't do anything, why...why are they scolding me..."

"Obviously...obviously we didn't do anything, and mom didn't...that's right..."

Hera held the girl's face, and her tears flowed down her cheeks to the corners of her mouth, and then dripped on her mother's palms. No matter how Hera touched the girl's back, she could not calm her trembling body at this time.

She wanted to comfort the girl, but for some reason her normally quiet heart was churning at this moment. Her mind went blank and she couldn't think of anything to say. She just opened her lips and the corners of her mouth kept twitching.

"Uuwu...Mom...we are all right...nothing wrong..."

Children are always pure and never spare any effort to express their emotions. As her breathing gradually became evener and her body gradually calmed down, the girl finally fell asleep in her mother's hands, but her brows were still furrowed together.

Hera placed the girl's hanging head on her lap and smoothed her eyebrows with her hands, moving gently and slowly, for fear of waking her up.

"I'm sorry, kid. It's all mom's fault for making you suffer."

"It's all my mother's fault...it's all my mother's fault..."

A drop of tear hit the girl's face, making her move involuntarily, but she did not wake up. Only then did Hera realize that the tear came from her eyes.

She cried too.

In just a few dozen days, she cried twice. The last time was for her lover, and this time, it was for her child.

"Don't worry, kid, mom won't let you suffer for no reason again. Please forgive mom for being willful this time, okay?"

The hesitation that had accumulated in Hera's eyes during this period was all condensed into determination at this moment. She then called out silk thread to wrap the girl, stood up, and walked outside the Weaver's lair.

Walk towards the White Palace.

Towards this child's future.

......

"good!!!!"

The cheers on the field were like thunder, and the anticipation in the audience's eyes made their faces distorted with excitement. The source of these was the constant fighting in the Colosseum.

King Bai was wrong.

He believed that even if the container had no emotions, after it was created, it should at least have the instinct of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, so he felt that Bai's slow progress was due to being under his protection.

King Bai was too impatient.

He believed that it was too hasty for him to ask two top bone nail users to teach a newborn from the beginning, so the container needed a gradual process of absorption, and it should start with weaker opponents to hone itself.

The White King underestimated the crystallization of the power of higher beings.

Even if it is repeated thousands of times, there will only be one ending.

The white hand holds the blood-stained bone nails, and swings them again and again at the fools who are constantly rushing towards the field. Some of them are wearing heavy armor, some are holding round shields, and there will be spiked insects all over their bodies during the battle. Hit him.

Although he was wounded, he was not afraid.

"Damn it! Let a child stay in this for so long, what does the King of Fools think of us? Let's get together!"

"Go! Kill this guy!"

"Fuck him!"

The fool, who was dressed in light clothes, came to Bai first and smashed the strange bone rod in his hand hard. The taut muscles used all his strength to attack Bai like lightning.

"Death!"

The pupils under the mask kept trembling, with a twisted and perverted expression. But when he moved his eyes towards Bai's pupils, he did not see the fear or despair he expected.

To be precise, he couldn't see any emotion, as if what he was facing was just a stone statue.

"Ding!"

Bai's right arm was raised quickly, his left arm was tilted downward slightly, and his two palms were held opposite to each other. The bone nail instantly appeared in front of him, blocking the blow.

The fool wanted to attack again when he saw this, but Bai's figure did not stop after blocking. It used the power from the fool to change its moves again, drew a semicircle in the air with the bone nail, then leaned forward and struck forward. .

The connection between the two movements was smooth and flowing, and the offensive and defensive momentum changed between lightning and flint. The fool did not expect that the child in front of him had such extraordinary martial arts. He just wanted to raise his shield to defend, but it was too late.

The splash of blood blurred his eyes and covered up the light of his life.

Bai didn't pay attention to the dead fool for a moment. It was meaningless to him. The fools came one after another, and they wouldn't give him a chance to distract himself.

"Damn it! Fuck him!"

Although the fools were stunned by the splattered blood and the cheers outside the stadium, their fighting instinct was still driving them. When they saw that one person was defeated, they swarmed in. In an instant, four or five people attacked Bai's body. in front of.

"I want to see what you do this time!"

The strong fools threw out the scimitars in their hands, while the shielded fools shot in a direction that Bai was not prepared for. Attacks came from all directions, and Bai, who was in the center, was already in danger.

"These guys..."

The King of Fools seemed to be indifferent, but his clenched palms placed on the stone chair were already sweating and trembling slightly.

Can he survive this blow?