Hollow Knight Hat Novels & Stories

The moonlight dressed the land in a gleaming white layer. Within the silent gloom of Nova in Veil's armoury, Roy checked the straps of his black coat, tucked his gloves into place and lifted the collapsable mask from its stand. Black steel edges melding into a sleek, curved surface with that single ornate stone hanging from its left side. He didn’t put it on yet. Only held it. Looking at it. It meant something to him. The teardrop of the crimson jewel. Kieran finished buckling the straps of his combat harness, sliding his sword into place along his spine.

However, upon hearing Hilda's voice, he paused and looked back. He was obviously playing the role of a knight. Dressed in a costume as white as snow, he even wore a hat with his face covered by a white veil. Hilda didn't care whether his face was handsome or not, for she just wanted to take a picture together with him before anything else. So, she said eagerly, "Hi, may I take a picture together with you?" The hat moved slightly. And the person seemed to have nodded.