Arknights Welcome to Terra Continent

"Tsk, this is so troublesome. Others are following the leader to do more meaningful things, but I was assigned to sweep the floor......"

A Tara man complained while busying himself with a broom in his hand.

"It's strange. There's war going on everywhere. Why does the leader insist that I clean up the area around the statue?"

He shook his head. There was no point in thinking about these things now. He might as well finish his work quickly and go to the front line. He heard that the Victorian army was already losing ground. Haha!

Just when he was about to finish all the work in one go, someone's hand suddenly grabbed his arm tightly.

"Ah? Who...and why are you holding me?"

The Tara man who was in charge of sweeping the floor was so frightened that he almost picked up his broom to fight.

“…Is this where Saoirse died?”

The person who came was Jenny, who had somehow found this place.

"Saoirse? Oh, you mean the traitor who was executed by the leader? Yes, it's all that guy's fault. He's dead, but he still makes me sweep the dust here........."

He put down the broom, shook off Jenny's hand, and complained in dissatisfaction.

Jenny's eyes couldn't help but turn red again, and she stared blankly at the inconspicuous pile of dust on the ground.

"You mean, what you are sweeping is......"

She covered her mouth in disbelief.

“It’s just a bunch of garbage.”

Picking up the broom, he prepared to start working again.

"No.........She, she's a good girl, she's very passionate about her family and friends, she's given everything for this city."

Jenny grabbed the man by the collar.

"Why? What did she do wrong? She is the kind of person who would cry when reading a romance novel. She would never hurt anyone."

The Tara man who was in charge of sweeping the floor was startled by Jenny.

"Why are you so weird? Wait, are you sympathizing with this traitor? Who are you?!"

He hurriedly pulled Jenny's hand away, calling her a psychopath, and ran towards the Deep Pool soldiers.

"Her name is not Traitor, her name is Saoirse, and I am taking her home."

Jenny squatted down and stretched out her hand towards the pile of dust. Her tears fell on it, forming dark dimples one after another.

"Sir! There's a weird person squatting there, talking about taking a traitor home. I think she's either an enemy or a traitor too!"

The patrolling soldier in Deep Pond looked in Jenny's direction, raised his eyebrows, and said in surprise: "There is such a thing? Your report is good."

Soon, he walked in front of Jenny, drew his weapon and asked, "Hey, who are you?"

Jenny raised her head and looked at him blankly.

"...........Are you the person on the other side?"

"The person opposite? I don't know where I stand either."

The Deep Pond soldiers raised their weapons.

"Haha, suspicious person, then we can only... uh."

There was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, and the Shenchi soldier fell to the ground so cleanly, with a crossbow arrow stuck in the back of his head.

"Haha, we've taken care of another one. We'll take out as many of these scum as we can on the way back."

A small group of hidden Victorian soldiers came out of their hiding place and looked at the bodies lying on the ground with satisfaction.

"Hey, Vaifan, did you see any more scum?"

They looked at Jenny and asked.

Anyone who calls Saoirse a traitor is, of course, scum.

Jenny didn't say anything. She stretched out her hand and pointed in the direction where the person in charge of sweeping the floor left.

"Thank you, we'll be there soon."

After a while, the man's screams reached Jenny's ears, but she ignored it.

No matter how hard you try, the dust will still slip through your fingers.

"Woo....Saoirse."

"Jane, we should get out of here."

A hand patted her shoulder. Jenny heard a familiar voice, wiped her tears, and then raised her head.

"Here, lemon tea, take a break."

Outcast handed the thing in his hand to Jenny, then reached out and pulled her up.

“Woo….”

"If you want to cry, don't hold it in."

After all, if emotions are not expressed, they will become debilitating.

"I, I can't cry."

Jenny found that she had stopped crying, even though her sadness had reached its peak.

"I feel your anger. Do you hate them?"

Outcast asked.

"Maybe.........."

You let the soldiers arrest the Tara people who supported the rioters. Do you feel any relief in your heart?

"No... Maybe I really hate myself. If I hadn't handed over the note, would Saoirse not have died?"

"But I just wanted to prevent a bigger conflict. I thought that as long as I stood up, I could definitely bring about change."

"If fate always gave us what we wanted, we wouldn't be able to call it fate."

Outcast sighed and continued.

"Jane, do you want to hear a story?"

"Go ahead and I'll try to listen."

Jenny didn't know if she could listen in her current state.

"Haha, let me start. Several decades ago, I was almost as young as you and I was still working in the church."

"But you look nothing like those Lateran monks."

Jenny spoke up.

After all, judging from the behavior and language of some Lateran monks, they looked like they had joined some evil cult and been brainwashed.

“Time and experience can easily change a person.”

Outcast continued, "During that time, I was ordered to mediate a war. All I remember is that a town asked for my help. I persuaded them to lay down their weapons. I was willing to act as a middleman and negotiate with the other general who was besieging the town."

Outcast remembered it clearly. At that time, that was the approach with the least loss, as the gap in military strength between the two sides was too great.

"The people in the city were reluctant because it meant surrendering to tyranny, so I took some radical measures to persuade them, but we still failed to reach an agreement in the end."

"Finally, I left the town disappointed, taking only a few people who were willing to give up resistance. The day after I left, the town was breached."

Outcast took a deep breath and continued.

"Almost no one who stayed in the city, including the civilians trapped in the city, survived. I believe that many of them thought I would still protect them before they died, but I didn't."

"From the results, I was on the side of the massacre. I was a sinister person who pretended to bring them hope."