Hollow Knight: Hallownest

The White Lady had been prepared to answer this question since the first day Bumblebee was brought to the palace.

Having said that, looking at Bumblebee with red eyes, he still couldn't say those words of prevention at the first moment.

"Drea, go take the princess to rest first."

"As ordered."

Drya walked forward and tried to take Bumblebee back from her arms, but found that the latter had his hands tightly grasping the White Lady and refused to let go.

"Aunt Queen, I'm not tired. I don't need to rest."

"Can you help me, just this once? I'll do whatever you want me to do."

Feeling the grip on her arm become even stronger, Mrs. White sighed helplessly and shook her head slightly.

Hera, you are so cruel that you even told the child about this.

Even so, you should know that I can't play the bad guy this time.

That was a promise you made.

"Since you have met your mother and come here alone, Hera must have told you everything."

"My child, this is not a burden you should bear at your age, but you still shoulder it. I am proud of you."

Bumblebee was still looking at the White Lady, his expression had not changed, but his eyes, which had been full of light before, had dimmed the moment the latter shook her head.

She had experienced the temptation to be given sweet dates before being swung at a very young age.

Sometimes the stick is too big, and no amount of sweet dates can offset the fear of the pain that has yet to come.

"But this matter is not only about your mother. She carries a much heavier burden than you."

"That is the fate of all Hallownest."

At this point, Mrs. White’s meaning was already very clear.

I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do about this matter. You can only accept the reality to reduce future pain.

Bumblebee bit her lower lip unconsciously, and the red reappeared and seeped into her mouth.

Fishy and idle.

"Really, there is no solution at all..."

"Really, can't you just let her go..."

"Why, it must be her..."

"Why, it has to be her..."

Mrs. White was extremely distressed to see Bumblebee like this and could only pat his back to comfort him.

She couldn't hide this matter. The longer she hid it, the more hurt the child would be. Although her words today were cruel, they were necessary.

If we wait until the day of the seal, the sudden bad news will most likely leave the child devastated.

She was once a girl, so she knew what Bumblebee was thinking.

"Child, take a rest here for a while. You haven't been out to see Holy Nest very often, so let Drya take you..."

Before the White Lady could finish her words, Bumblebee raised his arms and leapt down, falling to the ground.

She propped herself up with her legs and stood up tremblingly, ignoring the white branches that stretched out towards her and gently pushed them back.

He turned around and staggered back the way he came, step by step.

“Why…why…why…”

She was still murmuring, as if her soul had been taken away, and she kept repeating the body movements that happened at the last moment.

"Drink..." Mrs. White opened her mouth subconsciously, raised the branch, and wanted to speak to keep him.

Before she could utter the word "child", she gave up the idea and sighed continuously.

Why should a child have to endure all this alone?

The White Lady put down the confused Malmu and walked back into the house alone, her back looking a little lonely.

"Drea, go watch over the princess and protect her."

"As ordered."

......

The mud-stained red skirt swayed in the breeze through the forest. It was no longer as fluttering and cheerful as before, but had a hint of heaviness, making it look a little sickly.

So does its owner.

Bumblebee's eyes were still empty, she just mechanically repeated the action of "walking", as for where to go or how to go, she didn't think about it at all.

There was only one thought in her mind, but that one thought completely filled her world.

At this moment, her spirit was like a taut string, and it was hard to tell when it would suddenly break with the sound and be difficult to restore.

Confused, helpless.

In addition to these two familiar feelings, there was another kind of coldness like falling into an abyss gnawing at her back - despair.

If even the queen, who is second only to the king, can't help him, then who else in this Holy Nest can have a say in front of the king?

Her mother volunteered and her father presided over it, which made her doubt for a moment that she was an outsider and should not have been involved in this matter at all.

So, I have already failed.

Right?

The line of defense that Mrs. Bai had defended desperately in front of him finally broke, and tears as big as beans kept sliding down her cheeks, splashing into the jungle on both sides.

Bumblebee broke into a run, ignoring the pain in his legs that had not yet recovered, and limped through the green.

Snap...Snap...Snap...Snap...

Her body was crooked and she would fall every time she ran more than ten steps. Her red skirt was almost dyed into khaki, and she looked in a miserable state.

She ran like this until she fell to the ground for the last time and her legs no longer had the strength to stand up.

Delia was standing not far behind her. She wanted to go over and help her up many times, but she stopped every time.

She knew that Bumblebee was venting, no matter how ugly it was, it was still venting.

Cry, cry out loud, let the tears dispel the depression, and you will feel less painful inside.

Bumblebee supported himself on the ground with his hands, closed his mouth tightly, and kept sobbing.

She didn't dare cry out loud, she was afraid.

She was afraid that if her heart wavered, no insect in the world would care about the poor mother named Hera anymore.

Bumblebee's figure was curled up on the ground, his back twitching and heaving, and he was sobbing.

"Who scattered ashes into the lush sky, strangling life and confusing faith?"

"Who sowed hope in helpless soil, turning decay into verdure, and extinction into eternity?"

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound among the jungle, and then a chanting sound like a hymn could be heard clearly in the blur.

Bumblebee wiped away his tears and looked towards the source of the sound.

The first thing that caught my eye was a clump of slightly bloated moss. Upon closer inspection, I discovered that there was a snail-shaped worm carrying the moss and crawling slowly, and behind it were several moss knights following step by step.

The chanting came from their mouths.

"I heard the sad cries, I felt the grayness and decay, the green should always be vibrant."

"You should be the same, girl."

The snail crawled to three steps away from the bumblebee and stopped, its eyes as clear as a pool of spring water.

"You...who are you?"

“I am the dream of life, I am the son of the earth, I am a believer in green.”

"You can call me the Moss Prophet."