I'm Glad I Met You (Part 2)

Chapter 25 24. Meeting You, I'm Glad (Part 2)

Barbarus, the northern mountains.

Now.

Herrela had once had a very good time.

If it wasn't her turn to patrol at night, or when preparing for war, Herrela's day would begin in the early morning. She would wake up, quickly wash and tidy herself, then make breakfast (usually thin porridge), and wake her younger sister after it was ready.

After the two sisters hastily ate breakfast, Herrela would take her farming tools and head to the farmland outside the stronghold that had been allocated to them, while her younger sister, Laisa, would go to the community to help with chores.

After finishing the farm work in the morning, she would return to the village to participate in daily training, taking the opportunity to chat with Hades.

Hades would often pull her aside to talk about this and that, chatting about everything under the sun.

Herrela listened happily, marveling at how Hades always knew such strange and interesting things.

After training, she would invite Hades to her house for dinner, and her invitation was usually accepted.

Then she would happily watch Hades eat.

Come to think of it, Hades seemed very eager to teach her how to cook.

Of course, Herrela could cook well, just like she could easily shoot and kill monsters.

They were getting closer and closer.

Herrela certainly had her own little plans, but she knew that now was not the time.

The Death Guard were working tirelessly, and everyone around her was desperately contributing to the construction of this stronghold.

Now was not the time.

Now was not the time to rest.

When the last Alien Lord's head was chopped off, Herrela would confess to Hades.

She didn't know if Hades would accept her, but she was a little darkly pleased—

Only she partnered with Hades, and there were no other women around Hades.

Herrela knew that her thoughts were too dark. A person as excellent as Hades deserved everyone's love.

But the reality was that only Herrela was willing to partner with Hades.

She is special, Herrela thought secretly.

After the Alien Lord Lazar was killed, Hades suddenly went south.

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

Idiot, who are you trying to fool with such a clumsy lie?

Tears fell from her face, drop by drop, and the ink quickly stained the already poor-quality letter.

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

Herrela wiped the tears from her face, then pressed the heels of her palms against her eye sockets, vainly hoping that the tears would stop flowing.

She believed that Hades had left because of some unspeakable reason. Herrela believed in Hades. He must have encountered something that made him leave in such a hurry.

But... but...

Can we meet again?

When we meet next time, can both of us still be alive?

Barbarus is a cruel world. The average lifespan of humans here is less than thirty years, and there are many people who die young in their teens or even younger.

Not to mention that it is wartime now.

War is raging, and smoke fills the air. How can I bear to be separated from you?

It is very likely that this farewell will be forever.

Hades, live on, live on, okay? I beg you.

I... I will also work hard to live on!

After Hades left, Herrela participated in daily war training even more diligently. The white calluses on her hands, which were used to holding farm tools, became thicker and thicker. They accumulated day by day.

What made Herrela happy was that since Hades left, her physique had also been constantly improving. She no longer felt dizzy easily.

This made her shooting skills even more superb. In countless post-war summaries, Herrela was the shooter with the most kills.

She had become stronger, and she should protect more people.

Resist! Let every person on Barbarus live the life they want!

Her younger sister, Laisa, had also grown up. The gentle and meticulous Laisa had applied for a job in the medical department. Although it was not a combat department job, Herrela knew that in war, every position was important enough.

The stronghold's offensive work was progressing more and more smoothly. Except for some human villages near the Alien Lord Lazar's territory, the other territories had been recovered.

The preparations for the war against the Alien Lord Nac'Lare were proceeding intensely.

The news from the south was also encouraging. The valiant Death Guard there had beheaded all the Alien Lords.

I heard Hades played a crucial role in the war in the south.

That's good, Herrela thought happily, it proves he's still alive.

Due to the expansion of the northern front, personnel now need to be gradually transferred from the old strongholds to garrison the newly developed territories.

Herrela didn't sign up for the first two rounds because her sister was too young.

But now, her sister is capable of handling a full job. As a skilled sharpshooter, there's no reason for her to remain in the old stronghold.

Those elite Death Guard will voluntarily apply to fight at the new strongholds.

Compared to the old strongholds, the new ones are more rudimentary and, due to the terrain, more dangerous.

Although Herrela hopes she can live to see Hades again, that's not a reason for her to be afraid of war.

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

Otherwise, the resources the Death Guard have poured into her will be wasted.

Be in your position, bear your responsibilities, without fear, without dread.

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

May we meet again, Hades.

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

You will return from the south, and I will come from the north.

I ask for nothing else, only that we can live to see each other again.

Just filling in some emotional scenes, nothing much to say.

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