Hollow Knight: Hallownest

"Xiao Kuiruo, why are you so worried just after you recovered?"

Inside the cave, Monomon walked slowly to Quirrell's side and sat down, looking at him with concern, his eyes moving across his face, as if he couldn't see enough.

Such an intimate behavior made Qui Ruo's face flushed.

Thanks to the help of the White Lady, all of Quirrel's vitality originally stored in the mask has been returned. Although this has damaged Monomon himself, the impact is not significant.

Today, Quirrell's face is the same as it was when he left Holy Nest in his youth, still with a hint of childishness that has not yet completely left off, but the look in his eyes is restrained and mature, which is completely inconsistent with his appearance.

The time spent wandering outside can never be erased; it has long become a memory and integrated into his blood.

"Well, I was just thinking about something."

Quiruo did not deny it, nor did he want to hide it. After all, these questions could probably only be answered by the teacher or the queen.

"My memory has recovered a lot these days. I can remember most things, but I still have doubts about one thing."

Qui Ruo looked a little solemn, his eyes darted around, and after a moment he continued, "Why am I not dead?"

Monomon was slightly stunned, then he understood what he meant.

Quiruo's words are not an expression of dissatisfaction with life, but a reflection on life.

For insects that are not higher creatures, lifespan is always a shackle that restricts them. Ordinary insects live without illness or disaster and their lifespan is at most thirty years. If they take medicinal tonics and exercise diligently, ten years is the limit for extending their lifespan. Only with the protection of gods can they break through this shackle.

And he, Kui Ruo, could only be considered as the second category at best. How could he have survived for a hundred years?

"Besides that, I found that I had completely lost my memory for a long period of time. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't remember it. It was like..."

Quirrell lowered his head, looked at his palms and murmured, "It's like I never existed during that time."

Just as he was lost in thought, a tentacle slowly grasped his cold palm, sending waves of warmth.

"Don't worry Quirrel, you are not alone."

Monomon saw the loneliness hidden deep inside Quirrell, and she stroked his back with her other tentacle, explaining to him in a soft voice.

This phenomenon actually did not only happen to him. Even Drya and the White Lady inevitably lost this memory.

After asking further, she and Lu Ruien learned that the White King had passed away. They were confused for a long time because of this.

But the story does not end here. As the one who knows the White King best, Lady White expressed her guess -

"The king did not escape, but used his life to push time forward. As for why we still exist, perhaps he has other plans."

After hearing this, Quiro turned around and met Monomon's gaze: "Teacher, what do you mean..."

"Well, if it's not the worst case scenario, we still have colleagues."

"Their situation is the same as ours. They were brought here by the king's power. But they may still be sleeping. Or maybe..."

Monomon looked towards the vastness at the entrance of the cave: "He has awakened."

......

"Are you awake?"

A light female voice sounded beside her ears. Ida always felt that she had heard this voice recently and it sounded very familiar, but she couldn't remember who it was.

He wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids seemed to be sewn shut. It took him a lot of effort to open them a little. It also took him a lot of time before the blurry scene in front of him slowly became clear, allowing him to barely see the surrounding environment.

This is not a very spacious room with simple decoration. There are only a few photos hanging on the wall. The atmosphere is quite lonely. Turning around, the first thing that catches the eye is a huge bone nail.

Ida's half-open eyes suddenly widened, and her gaze turned to the figure sitting on the edge of the bed looking at her.

No wonder he felt he had heard this voice somewhere before. Wasn't it Zemor who had saved him and Revik before?

"Knight Zemor!"

Ida supported himself on the ground with his hands and struggled to stand up, but found that his hands were so sore and weak that he couldn't do it, so he had to lie down again.

Because of this, he discovered that there were two figures lying beside him, one was Revik and the other was Zeruo.

"You just woke up, so you should lie down for a while to adjust to your body before getting up."

Zemor said as he wiped the bone nail in his hand.

"Um... Excuse me, Knight Zemor. Thank you for taking care of me. How long have I slept?"

"how long?"

Zemor paused as he wiped the bone nails, a look of reminiscence flashing in his eyes, and then he returned to normal: "Probably... a few decades."

"Oh, so I've only been sleeping for a few decades, that's good..."

Ida lay there peacefully, but before she could even breathe out her last, she suddenly choked in her throat, her eyes widened.

"What?! I slept for decades?!"

Zemor's words hit him on the head like a hammer, instantly clearing his fuzzy consciousness and allowing the memories before he fell asleep to slowly surface in his mind.

He remembered that he was teaming up with Zeruo to fight against the invader, and was almost killed by him. Then Knight Zemor came to rescue him, and then they fought with the invader. Even though it was three against one and there were knights to help, they were no match for the invader. In the end, Zemor was forced to flee the training ground with them while they were unconscious. He lost his memory after that.

But that guy should have been killed by the king...

"Are you on holiday today, Knight Zemor? Why didn't you go to the training ground?"

Ida asked naturally, but Zemor lowered his eyes and did not answer his question. The atmosphere in the room became eerily quiet from that moment on, until a whimpering sound suddenly sounded, attracting Ida's attention.

"Um......"

The voice was sweet and a little coquettish, and sounded quite cute.

It was not until this moment that Zemor raised his eyes and looked behind him, his eyes gentle and full of love.

"Good morning, Kunule."

Seeing that Zemor's attitude changed almost 180 degrees, Ida was quite curious about the source of the sound, so she stretched her neck to look behind her.

The person who stood up by holding the edge of the bed was actually a member of the mantis tribe!

"Um... Good morning, Zemel."