Hollow Knight: Hallownest

Dear readers of Hollow Knight: Hallownest, I'm back!

Regarding the five-month hiatus, it was because the graduation season was so busy and the pressure of study and employment made the author unable to update. Fortunately, after this period of time, the author has finally stabilized (I had thought about whether to start a new book, but when I remembered what I said before, I decided to pick it up again).

In short, the author would like to apologize to the readers for being so slow for five months. I will kowtow to express my apology first!

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Finally, this book will officially resume updating at the beginning of the National Day holiday, which is today. I hope that all readers will forgive the past.

Multiple chapters will be released every day during the National Day holiday, extra apology!!!

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Girls are always delicate in their thoughts. Although Bumblebee once complained about the environment in which she was born and grew up, and also complained about her mother who "abandoned" her, as she grew up and got to know each other better, that resentment had long since disappeared. The inexplicable emotions mixed together, and finally returned to the essence of love.

But it was also because of this that Bumblebee was so flustered when she heard Hera's words. Although she could see the reluctance in Hera's eyes, hidden underneath was a purer determination.

"Why?!"

Bumblebee could never imagine what role her mother's life played for the owner of the land beneath her feet, and if she just wanted to make Hera pay the price... she didn't think the king was so boring.

"My child, I can no longer thank the queen and your master enough, even though I have never met the latter. They took good care of you, at least better than I did, so that the disasters that happened in the land beneath your feet hardly affected you at all."

Bumblebee's pupils shrank slightly and he opened his mouth to ask a question, but was silenced by Hera's gaze.

"The value of life is immeasurable and yet difficult to achieve. But this time you can truly feel it. The king asked me to sacrifice my life for this kingdom. Although I never care about the lives of the people on this land, I do not regret it, because of you, my child. I don't want you to be caught up in this disaster."

"But the kingdom is so big..."

"Although the kingdom is large, few races can match our wisdom, child."

Bumblebee knew that the mother in front of him had already made a decision that no one could change, just like when she gave him up when he was a child. He had no ability to change it then, and it was still the same now.

"How long will it take..."

Bumblebee lowered his head and hid his face in the shadows. His expression was drowned in the darkness and his whimpering was almost inaudible.

Hera raised her hand to touch Bumblebee's back and spoke in as casual a tone as possible.

"Mom can still accompany you for a while, but after that, the Weaver's Nest will be yours..."

Snapped!

Bumblebee slapped Hera's hand away with his backhand, and walked out silently with the bone needle on his back, without even stopping for a moment.

Hera's expression was a little stunned, her palm suspended in the air, a slight numbness constantly transmitted back to her body through her arm, and she did not retract her palm until the red figure in her sight completely disappeared. She sighed helplessly and stared at her palm in a daze.

"Child, forgive me. This time, I won't fail again."

......

"Princess, do you have any questions?"

Looking at the bumblebee standing motionless in front of the nest door for a long time, one of the two Weaver guards stationed in front of the door couldn't help but ask.

Hearing this, Bumblebee finally moved, his mask slightly shifted, and he glanced at the open door behind him. The brightly lit lobby was extremely silent, and there was no sound of footsteps coming towards here.

Clenching his hands tightly, Bumblebee immediately turned around and took big steps forward.

"Princess! Where are you going?!"

The guard spoke hastily, but what answered her was increasingly rapid footsteps and the sound of bone needles piercing the air.

The questioning voice still echoed in the cave, but the red figure had long disappeared.

chug--

The bone needles were inserted into the stone walls of the deep nest again and again without any mercy, and were again and again taken into the darkness. In the shadows along the way lay many Dust Carvers who were flapping their legs weakly. The loss of their lives came from the neat and powerful scratches on their backs.

"call......"

Bumblebee held the bone needle in his hand and stopped throwing it at the stone wall.

She had no strength left.

Relying on her memory of when she came back, she came to the place where she and Mo Rong had taken a hot spring bath before and walked in step by step.

The warm spring water gradually reached below the girl's neck. The steaming water vapor condensed on her face, reflecting countless confusion.

She left home at a young age and learned a lot of skills in order to change the status quo. She finally broke the childhood malice imprinted in her heart and reunited with her mother and tribesmen. But after a short while, she was told that she was about to lose her mother, and the mastermind of everything was her father.

This was really hard for her to accept.

The overwhelming feeling of powerlessness pressed Bumblebee's entire body into the water. She wished someone could tell her what to do, but unfortunately she could hear nothing except the sound of bubbles rising and bursting.

The depressed mood slowly dissipated under the healing effect of the hot spring, and Bumblebee set off again and left the deep nest.

The roar of the tram came from the darkness, and the warm yellow light once again sprinkled on the land. Bumblebee stepped into the car and looked in the direction of the tram.

The purpose of this trip was not the palace, and she would not be foolish enough to ask him to let her mother go, because he was the king first, and then her father.

Therefore, she needed to find help from someone with a similar status to the king in this matter, and the person she could think of was naturally her aunt the queen who had taken care of her before - the White Lady.

Bumblebee turned around and looked into the darkness behind him.

"Mother, wait for me, I will be back soon."

“I will change the situation.”

......

"No, what about the moth?"

Mo Rong rushed across the Blue Lake and stopped in front of the Moth Foot Tribe. He walked hurriedly inside, but he didn't expect that what caught his eyes was a very silent habitat with no moths in it.

shocked.

Even the thistle wind that he had seen several times before was nowhere to be seen. All he could see were the open doors swaying in the wind, as if this place had been abandoned by the moth clan and was about to become a desolate and decaying place.

"Could it be that he knew his ancestor had made a mistake and that the White King might be venting his anger on him, so he slipped away?"

Mo Rong was cautious and looked into the open doors of each household, but the light was dim and he found nothing, so he went straight to the prophet's door.

Logically speaking, even if all the Moth Tribe members escaped, the Prophet should not leave.

As expected, the door of the room where the prophet was was closed very tightly and was not locked from the outside, so he was most likely inside the room.

beep-

"Prophet? Are you in there? If so, answer the phone."

beep-

"Prophet? If you don't answer, I'll come in, I'll come in..."

Seeing no response from inside for a long time, Mo Rong slowly exerted force on the door with his hands, and leaned in to take a look in a 'Shining'-like manner.

The prophet's room was still stained by the light fly lantern next to the dream catcher, forming a psychedelic purple halo lingering in it. The stacked soft pillows had a dent in the middle, where the prophet was lying, sleeping soundly.

There was a hint of orange in her eyes...