To be precise, it can't be moved.
He has done his best. 1r5Rp
The feat of breaking the midwifery goddess with a burst of lightning just now was already the courage of the year. Not now, after an hour he was old and couldn't
even lift his hands.
Just kidding. He was not old, he only felt that his eyelids weighed a thousand pounds, and his whole body was overwhelmed by an irresistible exhaustion.
He hasn't drunk a sip of milk since he was born, and he is going to starve to death.
The wind blew again, brushing against the sparse lanugo on top of his head. It's cool. The baby's eyelashes tremble, trying to open their eyes, trying to stay alert, trying to keep thinking. 115Rp
Theoretically, after Hercules was thrown by his mother, it would trigger the Hera breastfeeding plot. But the eyelids are disobedient. It's too tiring.
It's really tiring. 1r5Rp
He didn't dare to close his eyes, who knew whether Hera or the beast would come first after he fell asleep. But the golden electric light that occasionally flashed on the surface of the body
also seemed to run out of power at this moment, flashing, weakening, flashing again, and completely turning off the lights. The baby's eyes finally closed, and his breathing became long and even.
His small chest was undulating, and by the bushes in this wilderness, he slept like a small ball forgotten in the grass. 1r5Rp With the disappearance of divine power on his body, he is now no different from any ordinary baby.
Time passed little by little.
The dark clouds in the sky had long since dissipated, and the thunder had completely subsided, leaving only the occasional breeze and the rising sun.
In the forest, the beasts that were frightened by the thunder and hid in their nests
began to poke their heads out tentatively. A hare came out of the burrow, turned
its ears, confirmed that there was no danger, and jumped and disappeared behind the bushes. Several birds landed on the branches, chirping and combing their feathers. 1r5Rp Then, something deeper began to move.
That's a wolf. No, bigger than a wolf.
A beast emerges from the shadows of the woods. It is like a calf, with gray and
black fur, fangs sticking out of the corners of its mouth, and saliva dripping down the tips of its teeth. Those tawny eyes narrowed in the morning light, and the nose
twitched, catching the smell in the air.
It smelled something. The beast's ears twitched, confirming there was no threat nearby. It began to walk, step by step, towards the bushes.
The beast walked over to the swaddled infant. It lowered its head and approached the small creature wrapped in cloth. It sniffed it, confirming it was indeed meat, fresh.
The meat was so tender that you didn't even need to chew the bones.
Sleep.
Then it opened its mouth.
The fangs gleamed coldly in the sunlight.
The baby knew nothing. He slept so soundly that he didn't even notice a small string of glistening drool escaping from the corner of his mouth.
"Where did the dog come from?
A voice suddenly rang out, and the instant the voice fell—
*Snap!* 1r5Rp
A flash of white light.
The beast's screams shook the leaves, causing them to fall in a rustling sound. Its body seemed to have been violently flung away by an invisible hand.
It tumbled three times in the air before crashing heavily onto a tree trunk ten steps away.
*Snap.* The tree trunk broke. 1r5Rp
The beast twitched a few times, then became completely still.
The baby heard the noise and his eyelids twitched, but he was too tired to open them. Two figures slowly descended from the sky.
The one in the lead is Athena. (1r5Rp)
Half a step behind her, another figure followed.
Hera.
The goddess was dressed in an elegant long dress today, her hair simply tied up, and her face completely bare of makeup. If not...
Knowing her identity, one might mistake her for a noblewoman out for a spring outing.
For Hera, the idea of taking a break was actually quite foreign.
As the goddess queen, she had countless things to deal with every day, mainly because she had a troublesome husband.
Husband, she hardly has any free time.
Just now on Olympus, Athena said:
"Mother Goddess, instead of getting angry there, why not go down for a walk? Sometimes the scenery on earth is more beautiful than the arguments in the temple."
It can make people feel more relaxed and happy.
Hera was stunned for a moment. 1r5Rp
Go down for a walk?
How long has it been since she last went to the human world?
It's not about punishing anyone, not about inspecting the territory, just simply... taking a walk?
"I'll stay with you," Athena said. "Just the two of us."
So here she comes.
As for Zeus, Hera kept him on Mount Olympus and forbade him to go out. Zeus initially disagreed, but...
Knowing what Athena and Zeus had discussed in private, the old man stayed put and didn't move.
This put Hera in a good mood.
At this moment, Hera stood on that meadow, looking at the lush green forest around her, breathing in the air filled with the scent of grass. She had to admit that it was indeed better than facing Zeus's face in the temple.
"What was that just now?" Hera asked casually.
"A blind beast," Athena withdrew her hand, the lingering sparks of electricity still clinging to her fingertips, "smelled the scent and came trying to take advantage."
"Get a bargain?"
"Hmm." Athena's gaze fell on the bushes not far away. "There's something over there." Hera followed her gaze. And then she saw it.
A swaddled baby.
A small ball of dough wrapped in cloth, lying beside the bushes...
Hera stopped in her tracks.
She looked at the swaddling clothes, at that tiny bundle, and suddenly a strange feeling arose. The feeling came inexplicably, as if something had gently touched her heart.
But she didn't think of anything else.
An abandoned baby. This kind of thing is not uncommon. Children that people can't afford to raise, children they don't want.
Children, born and abandoned in the wilderness—these happen every day. "Let's go see," Athena said, already walking towards the other side.
Hera initially wanted to say she wouldn't go.
It's just an abandoned baby, what's so interesting about it? But for some reason, her feet followed. Approaching, Hera lowered her head, looking at the baby lying in the swaddling clothes...
A baby in swaddling clothes.
Very small. 1r5Rp
Really very small.
He was so small that you wondered if he had been abandoned here right after birth. He was so small that you worried he might not even be alive.
His eyes were closed, his breathing was long and even, and a small string of glistening drool hung from the corner of his mouth. He didn't look like an abandoned baby left in the wilderness, but rather like an ordinary child sleeping in his own warm little bed.
A few sparse strands of baby hair clung to his forehead, trembling slightly in the wind.
Hera looked at the few strands of baby hair and suddenly felt like laughing.
But she held back.
"She was just born." Athena crouched down, her expression completely genuine. "It looks like she was thrown here."
Son's.
"Hmm," Hera responded calmly.
"Mother Goddess." Athena looked up at her, "Look at this child…" "Look at what?" Hera interrupted her, "Just an abandoned baby. There are abandoned babies every day on earth, do you expect me to look at every single one?"
Do you want to see them all?"
Athena didn't speak, but simply turned slightly to make way. Hera's gaze fell on the baby again, and for some reason, she couldn't look away.
That child. That tiny, wrinkled child, sleeping there so defenselessly. 1r5Rp
That face————
Hera suddenly frowned.
I can't quite put my finger on what's wrong, but I just feel...that face...it looks a little bit familiar?
No, it's impossible.
She had never seen the child. She had never been here before.
But that strange feeling grew stronger and stronger, like a thin thread gently tugging at her heart.
The baby knew nothing. In his dazed state, he sensed someone nearby. But he didn't react much, only his expression was somewhat distorted.
Purely hungry.
He was unaware that he had just nearly become a wild beast's breakfast, nor that two pairs of eyes were currently watching him.
He only knew that his stomach was empty, and it felt like something was twisting inside, making his whole little face scrunch up.
group.
Hera looked at the wrinkled little face and her brows furrowed involuntarily. "Why does this little thing have such a wrinkled face? It's so ugly."
"Perhaps it's because the father's side is less attractive," Athena replied calmly.
"Hmph." Hera snorted coldly, her eyes never leaving the baby. "Then it seems his father is…"
Not a very good guy.
Athena nodded slightly, her face remaining calm. "Indeed. A father who would abandon his child in a place like this must not be much better in other aspects."
Hera snorted again upon hearing this, then looked at the baby.
Those tiny hands, those few sparse baby hairs, that slightly pouting mouth because of discomfort...
She didn't know what she was thinking. 1r5Rp
By the time she realized what was happening, she had already bent down and picked up the tiny bundle. The swaddled baby was...
Thin, damp with dew, and icy cold. This baby isn't light; it feels quite comfortable to hold.
Hera looked down at the little thing in her arms, and that strange feeling welled up in her heart again.
She couldn't tell what it was.
She is the Queen of Gods, the goddess of marriage and childbirth. She has witnessed the birth of countless children and received countless mothers.
She prayed, but she had never held a child like that before.
Hera felt a strange tightness in her chest.
The baby seemed to sense something. Its furrowed brow relaxed slightly, and its little head unconsciously snuggled closer to her, as if searching for something.
Hera's body stiffened slightly.
"Mother Goddess," Athena's voice rang in her ears, "She's probably hungry. She needs to be fed." Hera frowned upon hearing this.
Hungry?
She looked down at the baby in her arms. The little thing was indeed wriggling around, its mouth slightly open, looking extremely hungry. Although the little one was quite adorable, Hera admitted to herself, for some reason, she felt...
conflict.
Breastfeeding? 1r5Rp
Hera looked up at Athena, then handed the baby over without hesitation. "You feed him."
Athena didn't answer.
She stood there, looking at the baby Hera offered, then looked down at her own chest, and then...
He looked up again at Hera's peak, 1r5Rp
Her gaze was calm yet profound. "Mother Goddess," Athena spoke, her voice still unhurried, "you are humiliating me."
?"
Hera was taken aback, then she realized what was happening.
Athena. 1r5Rp
Virgin goddess.
The eternal virgin goddess.
How could she have breasts?
Hera's lips twitched, a rare hint of embarrassment appearing on her face. She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but found...
Nothing I say is quite right. 1r5Rp
Finally, she could only give Athena an apologetic look. Athena nodded slightly, accepting the look and indicating that she didn't mind.
Hera took a deep breath. She looked down at the baby in her arms, then looked around. There was no one she could pass...
That's it, I'll have to do it myself.
Hera's brow furrowed even more, and she hesitated for a moment. The baby nestled closer in her arms, its little mouth open, emitting a soft "ah." Hera's heart felt as if it were being...
Something scratched lightly.
"Just this once," she told herself.
Then she unhooked her bra.
A morning breeze blew by, carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees. Hera lowered her head and brought the baby closer. The baby knew nothing. He only knew that something was brought to his lips. Soft, warm, and...
A fragrance that's hard to describe.
He instinctively opened his mouth, took it in, and began to suck.
The moment the first sip of milk flowed down the baby's throat, the baby's entire face relaxed, and the previously drowsy consciousness...
I became more alert, and my eyelids regained strength.
His eyelids fluttered, he sucked on his lips, and his little face was filled with contentment.
Hera looked down at the little thing in her arms.
He ate very quickly, as if afraid someone would snatch it away. His little throat moved, making gurgling swallowing sounds. A few sparse strands of lanugo brushed against her skin, tickling her.
Hera suddenly felt that she wasn't so resistant anymore.
Athena stood aside, quietly watching this scene. Her gaze lingered on Hera's face for a moment, then fell...
On that baby. 1r5Rp
"This little guy has an irresponsible parent," Hera continued to grumble, her tone carrying a hint of something she herself didn't realize.
Jue was protective of his own, saying, "He who leaves his child in such a place is simply unfit to be a father."
"Indeed." Athena nodded in agreement. "Some gods are indeed quite accomplished in this regard. They give birth but don't raise the children."
They just throw them into the world, considering it spreading blessings. I don't know if they feel they have too many children to care, or if they think...
Anyway, someone will clean up his mess.
Hera paused. She looked up and glanced at Athena.
Athena's expression was extremely innocent. 1r5Rp
Hera lowered her head and continued to look at the baby in her arms.
"That's right." She said softly, with a hint of complexity in her tone, "Some gods, Indeed." Let's find an adoptive parent for this little thing later.
Babies don't know anything.
He only knew that the milk was very fragrant, his arms were very warm, and the
person holding him had an aura that made him feel at ease. 1r5Rp
Then he opened his eyes.