Hollow Knight: Hallownest

If one had to pick one of the Five Horsemen that the residents of Hallownest would find most unfamiliar, it would have to be Zemaur.

Although she was one of the few knights who had a residence outside the palace, this did not have much impact on her reputation.

Who would have thought that a knight would build his home next to a cemetery?

Therefore, Zemore's image has become much more mysterious. In the few appearances, she is rumored to be the coldest and most alienated of the three female knights. Therefore, even if the people who go to the Soul Swamp occasionally encounter Zemore, most of the time there will be only one situation -

Feeling unfamiliar, and away from the sidelines.

Of course, that was not the image of Zemor in Morong's mind.

The only impression left on the knight who was supported by only one obsession in the cold and lonely residence was that he was fragile, helpless and pitiful, like a gardenia that was about to wither, trying hard to retain its lingering fragrance, hoping to bring the fragrance to the lover on the other side through the hands of the traveler.

But no matter what, it would never have anything to do with the Zemor in front of him who was covering his face, shyly daring to only open his fingers, and looking at him cautiously.

Isn't the contrast between this little girl's appearance and her external image too big? !

"Knight Zemore? Knight Zemore?"

Mo Rong raised his hand and waved it in front of her, trying to pull her out of that strange state. Seeing this from a distance, Yishma held her forehead, shook her head, and sighed repeatedly.

Who could have thought that a knight could be so pure?

"Zemore, come back, I will help you speak."

Looking at Zemer running past him, Hegmer almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

As the eldest brother in the team, he naturally knew why Zemore was like this now, and of course he heard it from her personally.

Where Zemore grew up, the bugs there take relationships extremely seriously and loyally. Not to mention the bugs' will, even the laws there do not allow multiple romances to occur. Once disclosed, the person will be sentenced to death.

Those who know about the incident but fail to report it will be punished together with others.

But the insects there had no complaints about the decree, because they believed in their hearts that love should be like this, like the delicate flowers that their tribe produced in abundance, white and sacred, and could not be defiled.

Of course this does not mean that every bug can obtain his own happiness, at least Zemor does not.

This means that she has not received much love from the opposite sex so far, and her experience in this regard can hardly be described as "scarce".

After coming to Holy Nest, due to the customs, she had seen completely different views on love, such as underground love affairs and triangle relationships, which hit her heart like a meteorite.

She didn't understand why the deepest emotions in her heart could be as cheap as bricks on the street, sold or even abandoned at will.

After that, Zemor did not step out of the palace for a long time. Even if she did, she would choose to take a detour back to her residence, trying her best to avoid those filth from contaminating her purest heart.

"You're going too far."

Yishma frowned, obviously annoyed by Mo Rong's refusal to listen to his advice.

"I've said so much to you before, why don't you give up?"

"Don't you know what that flower means to her? Can you bear this responsibility?"

These three fatal questions made Mo Rong a little confused.

No, I just asked a question. Why do you think you should be responsible when I haven’t done anything yet?

"Ishma..."

Isma was about to continue dissuading Morong when she heard a soft call from behind. Turning around, she saw it was Zemer. Next to her was Orgrim, who was muttering something with his head down.

"Ishma, let him come over."

At this time, Zemor's face returned to normal, and he had obviously learned from Orgrim the purpose of Morong's visit.

He was not a suitor, he just wanted to take the flower away from him.

Although she didn't have that kind of feeling towards Mo Rong, she still felt a little disappointed after knowing it.

He was also the first insect to come to me and ask for flowers.

Seeing Mo Rong walk up to him and look at him without any fear, Zemor was slightly stunned.

Even though there was endless darkness in those eyes, she could still receive the sincerity that seemed to fill the abyss.

This darkness was very different from the filth he had seen before.

"Can I ask why you want that flower?"

Mo Rong was silent for a moment. He could still hide it from Yishma, but it was inappropriate to remain silent at this time. After thinking about it, he said it in another way.

"An old friend of mine is ill, very ill."

"The doctor needs this herb to prescribe the corresponding medicine, otherwise it won't be long before..."

Mo Rong's tone became a little heavier.

"My old friend will be covered with sores and die of erosion."

"How can we know if you are lying? Words are not enough, you have to..."

"I give you."

Before Isma could finish her words, she was interrupted by Zemor's answer. She was instantly speechless and turned her head in disbelief.

"Zemor, do you know what you just said? That flower means to you..."

"Okay Isma, I know you care about me, don't worry."

Zemor took Isma's hand and placed it in his own palm, stroking it gently to calm her down. Then he turned to look at Mo Rong, seeming a little dazed.

"For some reason, I felt a sense of familiarity and trust the first time I saw you, but I knew I had never seen you before, just like..."

"It's as if in another world, I have crossed paths with you before, and I have entrusted you with important matters as well."

"You didn't let that one down on me."

"So, you will protect this flower, right?"

Zemor's expression was serious and solemn, and his tone was no longer as gentle as before. Mo Rong nodded affirmatively without hesitation.

"Yes, I will."

When he said this, he recalled the scene in the game where he kept going back and forth to ask for flowers.

The face under the mask was burning.

Zemor smiled, took out a white flower from her dress and handed it to Mo Rong.

"This flower cannot withstand any collision, just like its flower language——"

"Love like glass."

"Take care of it and it will shine."

Mo Rong stretched out his hands, carefully took the delicate flower, and bowed deeply.

"If I am not broken, then I will always be whole."