Arknights Welcome to Terra Continent

He picked up the knight's sword after a long time and waved it casually a few times. The originally vague postures and moves all returned to his mind.

The muscle memory formed by long-term practice is not easy to forget.

This is true for Margaret and also for Mary.

A duel is neither a practice nor a sparring match. Both parties hold sharp swords in their hands. The duel will not stop until one side admits defeat or is unable to fight anymore.

I feel that it is not appropriate to describe this duel as a life-and-death battle, but looking at someone's eyes, I have the urge to hack the other person to death.

Yes, I'm talking about you, Margaret.

Bei Chenke is very familiar with this serious look, because when Operator Lin Guang is performing a mission, no matter whether she is facing a strong or weak enemy, she will use this look to observe and guess the opponent before the battle begins.

It is true that Mainna was treated as an enemy, but this approach did not do any harm to the duel.

As for Mainna, he just stood in front of Margaret with a nonchalant look. He rubbed his shoulders which were a little sore from working overtime, and tried to straighten his bent waist.

It didn't look like a serious duel at all, and it was hard to imagine that he was the one who initiated the duel.

Zofia stood aside with a sullen look on her face.

After learning about this, she immediately rushed to Mainna's room and argued with him, but of course in the end she returned in vain.

Maria's face was naturally full of worry. She pulled Beichen's arm and asked in a low voice.

"Sister, and Uncle Maenna, they shouldn't be hurt, right?"

Bei Chen shook his head and said, "It's hard to say. After all, it's not a training sword. If you wipe it, it will leave a blood mark."

Shining and Nightingale were not there, and no one knew where they had gone. It seemed like they had disappeared for the whole day.

"Uncle Maenna, are you ready?"

Margaret, wearing the armor she used for knightly competitions, asked.

"I should be the one asking you this question, Margaret Linguang, are you ready?"

Mainna, who was wearing a cheap suit, asked, with his tie still tied around his neck. If he replaced the sword in his hand with a briefcase, he could catch the subway to go to work right now.

"I'm ready."

"Then let's get started."

Start, has it really started?

Margaret was ready to attack, but she didn't take the first step.

As for Mainna, his hands were even hanging naturally, with the tip of the sword poking the ground. It could be said that his whole body was full of flaws.

"What's the matter, Margaret? Aren't you going to attack?"

Maenna raised an eyebrow and asked.

As soon as he finished speaking, a dazzling light burst out from Margaret's body.

It turned out to be a pre-swing for charging power, no wonder he didn't take action, but... Beichen, wearing sunglasses, silently looked at Maria who was staring at Margaret with wide eyes, and couldn't help but complain in his heart.

Have the eyes of people in your Linguang family evolved from generation to generation? How come you are not afraid of such dazzling light?

But then again, with this level of brilliance, Margaret was definitely going all out from the very beginning.

There is not much to say. Putting aside the moves that Beichen couldn't understand, the speed of both sides alone was dazzling.

Every attack from Margaret was accurately blocked by Mainna.

Although she had been passively defending against Margaret's various attacks, from the perspective of others, Mainna was the one with the upper hand.

There were no flaws or mistakes, but Mainna found an opportunity, an opportunity to counterattack.

Draw your sword and catch your opponent off guard.

The sword did not have the desired effect, and Margaret dodged the attack in an ungraceful and even awkward way.

A few strands of golden hair fell to the ground, proving that Mainna's attack was not in vain.

"Have you made any progress since you left Casimir for so long, Margaret? No, you haven't. You've just been wasting your time, and even now you're wasting my time."

"This duel shouldn't even exist, and you're not worthy of being my opponent."

It was a merciless sarcasm, but Margaret did not respond and continued her offensive.

But Mayenna never stopped talking.

"I thought that after you left Casimir, your mind would grow a little, but unfortunately, it didn't. You even forgot that you were a knight of the Linguang family."

"You made the wrong choice. Casimir will not change in the slightest just because of the efforts and victory of a mere Brilliant Knight."

Margaret finally spoke. Although this would undoubtedly only distract her during the confrontation, she still chose to do so.

"I have had the privilege of glimpsing a glimpse of hope and have also experienced the shadow of war. I just choose to continue to believe in what I believe in and am willing to fight for it."

"Faith? What exactly do you believe in? Have you really figured it out?"

After repelling Margaret, Mainna asked. This was the first time in this duel that Mainna repelled Margaret with her strength.

"Learn to give up. It is better to fall here under my sword than to fall in the shadow of the Helmetless Alliance... No, that's not right. Fall in the shadow of Casimir."

Now it was Margaret's turn to be defeated. Facing Mainna's violent attacks, she was completely unable to keep up with the opponent's speed, and even defense was difficult for her.

Every time he parried the opponent's blade, the next sword would be a few inches closer to him.

"Tell me, what exactly do you believe in, Margaret Lin Guang!"

The swords of both parties were tightly locked together. Margaret could clearly see the expression on Mainna's face, who was only a dozen centimeters away from her.

“…No answer?”

Maina said to herself, and it didn't seem like she was talking to Margaret.

In the end, Margaret was slightly inferior and took two steps back after the fierce confrontation.

“…………….Don’t be afraid of suffering and darkness.”

Maenna, who was originally planning to put away his sword, paused and turned his gaze to Margaret again.

"Prove to me that you are worthy of these words and the Linguang family's ancestral motto!"

"................"

Margaret took a deep breath and raised the sword in her hand.