Barbaros, Northern Mountains.

Right now.

.

Herrela had a great time.

If it wasn't her turn to patrol at night, or to prepare for war, Herrela's day would start early in the morning, get up, wash up briefly, make breakfast (usually gruel), and wake up her sister when it was ready.

After the sisters had a hasty breakfast, Herrella would grab her farming tools and head to the farmland they had been assigned to outside the stronghold, while her younger sister, Lysa, would go to the community to help with chores.

After doing farm work in the morning, I went back to the village to participate in the daily training and took the opportunity to chat with Hades.

Hades often dragged her to the ground.

Herrella listened happily, and at the same time sighed that it was Hades, why did he always know about those strange and interesting things?

After training, she would invite Hades to her home for dinner, and often her invitations would be accepted.

Then happily watched Hades eat.

Then again, Hades seemed to be eager to teach her how to cook.

Of course Herella would cook, just as she could easily kill monsters with a gun.

.

.

.

They are getting closer and closer.

Of course, Herella had her own little ninety-nine in her heart, but she knew that now was not the time.

The Death Guards are desperately trying to turn their fortunes around, and everyone around her is desperately contributing to the construction of this stronghold.

Now is not the time.

Now is not the time to rest.

When the last lord's head was cut off, Herrella went to Hades to confess.

She didn't know if Hades would agree to her, but she was a little glad that she was a little darkly-

Only he is partnered with Hades, and there are no other women around Hades.

Herrella knew her mind was too ..... It's too shady, Hades is such a good person, he deserves to be liked by everyone.

But the reality is that only Herrella is willing to partner with Hades.

She's special, Herella thought secretly.

.

.

.

After killing the alien lord Lazar, Hades suddenly headed south.

Herrella took the letter and looked at it again and again.

Stupid, who are you fooling with such a clumsy lie?

Tears could not stop falling from his face, and the ink quickly rendered on the already inferior letter paper.

She...... She didn't want to cry.

Herrela wiped the tears from her face with her hand, and then pressed her palm to her eyes, hoping in vain that the tears would not flow again.

She believed that Hades had left for something difficult to hide, and Herrella believed that Hades must have encountered something that would have caused him to leave in such a hurry.

But...... But......

Can we ever see each other again?

The next time we meet, will both of us still be alive?

Barbaros is a cruel world, where the life expectancy of humans is generally less than thirty years, and there are many people who die in their teens or even a few years.

Not to mention that it's the time of war.

The war is raging, and the concubine Nianjun's heart is broken?

It is likely that this farewell is a farewell.

Hades, live, live, okay, please.

I also..... I'm going to try to stay alive too!

.

.

.

After Hades left, Herrella took part in the daily war training even harder, and the hands of the hands used to holding farm tools were sharpened with a thick layer of white gun cocoons, which accumulated over time.

To Herrela's delight, her physique has been improving since Hades left, and she doesn't get dizzy easily.

This makes her shooting skills even more sophisticated, and in countless post-battle summaries, Herrella has the most kills among shooters.

She's getting stronger, and she's supposed to protect more people.

Revolt! Let every Barbaros live the life they want!

Her sister Lysa has also grown up, and the quiet and attentive Lysa applied for a job in the medical department, although it is not a job in the War Department, but Herella knows that in the war, every position is important enough.

The offensive of the stronghold is getting smoother and smoother, and all but some human villages close to the territory of the alien lord Lazar have been recovered.

The pre-battle preparations for the alien lord Nacre were in full swing.

Equally heartening was the news from the south, where the valiant Death Guard had beheaded all the lords.

I heard that in the war in the south, Hades played a key role.

Herrela happily thought that this was a good thing, proof that he was still alive.

.

.

.

Due to the expansion of the northern position, it is now necessary to gradually transfer men from the old strongholds to garrison the new territories that have just been developed.

In the first two rounds of registration, Herella did not sign up because of her sister's young age.

And now, my sister is up to a full job, and as a good shooter, there's no reason for her to stay in her old stronghold.

The elite Death Guards will all volunteer to fight in their new strongholds.

Compared to the old stronghold, the new stronghold is more rudimentary and more dangerous due to the terrain.

Herrella hopes she will live to meet Hades again, but that's not a reason for her to be afraid.

She has the ability to fight, so she should fight.

Otherwise, all the resources that the Death Guard poured into her would be wasted.

In his position, he bears his responsibilities, is not afraid, and is fearless.

Herrela packed her bags, made breakfast for her sister one last time, and set off with the Death Guard's morning march.

May we see each other again, Hades.

When the last Alien Lord is defeated, the good sons and daughters of Barbaros will finally be reunited.

Wait for you to come from the south, wait for me to come from the north.

I don't want anything else, I just want us to see each other alive.