My Life as A Death Guard

— Barbarus —

During the attack by the pustule-hunting dogs, the newly formed Death Guards saved most of the villagers.

The strongest and tallest leader of the Death Guards gave a speech in the village square.

Herila, with tear-streaked cheeks, looked up at him.

“We have been oppressed for too long, to the point that we have forgotten all the dignity we are supposed to have.”

“Let’s unite and resist all this injustice, resist all this violence, resist all this filth!”

“Join us, take up your sickles, and strike against all this injustice!”

“Resist!!!”

He said this.

Resist.

Resist!!!

Herila, without hesitation, took her sister and left with the Death Guards.

They left their past behind.

She wanted to become strong, she wanted to resist, she wanted to protect her family, she wanted to protect the people of Barbarus! She wanted to be someone who could wield a sickle and protect others—

—just like Hades.

Herila felt her face warm. She felt a bit shy about this thought.

She was just a weak woman, while that tall, strong man was a complete warrior.

She couldn’t possibly catch up to such a dazzling existence.

Herila patted her face. No, even if she couldn’t catch up, she had to try.

She was tired of her weak self; the feeling of weakness was like a deeply poisonous wine, corroding her insides.

She wanted to be like Hades, to become someone who could protect others, to bring hope to others!

You can do it, Herila, keep going!

Herila followed the surviving villagers and returned to the new home with the Death Guards.

She and her sister registered their identities and received a small house and rations for two.

When asked which department of the Death Guards she wanted to join, Herila chose the combat department without hesitation.

Old man Hade, who was doing the registration, looked at her puzzled.

Usually, women of Herila’s stature chose logistics or the medical department.

“You’re too small, girl. Listen to me, go to the medical department. The combat department’s training is too intense, you won’t be able to handle it.”

But the child across from him looked at him seriously.

“I can become strong.”

Old man Hade sighed and wrote “Combat Department” in the preference column of Herila’s registration.

And so, Herila became a trainee Death Guard.

The training for the Death Guards was brutal and difficult.

They first underwent three months of physical training and then had to go through selection to join the ranks.

Only those who survived the selection could become Death Guards.

She climbed a captured high mountain with the main force, without any protective measures. The toxic gas tore at her lungs.

One by one, the people around her fell. Exhausted, they succumbed to the gas. They hesitated, let go of the cliff they were climbing, and fell into the abyss.

Herila’s whole body trembled from exhaustion, her arms spasming uncontrollably, but she clung to the rock face with all her might.

She wanted to become strong, she wanted to protect others.

In the end, Herila was the third person to reach the summit.

At the peak, Mortarion himself presented weapons to the new batch of Death Guards.

Based on the observations from the previous training, Herila was given a well-crafted musket.

From that moment on, she was a Death Guard.

She swore to protect the people of this land, to fight to the end.

She swore.

Later, she participated in numerous battles. Herila’s agility and precise shooting earned her respect and admiration.

In a battle against wild swamp rock leopards, Herila shot and killed the leading rock leopard with a single bullet. In a siege against an Overlord, Herila held her ground and, after her squad was wiped out, defended the territory by killing thirty-six puppets alone.

She was a Death Guard, and she would protect the people of this land.

However, in the endless battles, when she put down her musket and looked at the sky, Herila’s heart would ripple.

Was the sky the same on the day they met?