Catalog of the Lost - a searing epic

On the seventh day after waking up, Emel dragged an arm and began to go to various places to 'proclaim' his deeds as a representative of the nobles to the soldiers who were about to go to the front.

It was not a long journey, and Emel did not spend it alone, for the nobles sent a maid and several guards with him, a plump and elegant woman, who wore a silk scarf-like skirt, and made her a tool for quenching the thirst of the soldiers, and on more than one occasion at night she went to the barracks to exchange her body for copper or iron coins, unbeknownst to her.

The accompanying escorts rode horses in two groups, one in front and one behind, and Emel sat in the carriage with the maid and kept the curtain drawn.

On the way, it is inevitable that there will be some twists and turns on the mountain road, and the slightest shaking can make the guards think about it, trying to cut through the curtain to see what a lively scene is inside.

But even when the curtain was lifted, they couldn't see anything.

Emel sat there straight, her eyes closed, thinking, letting the maid flick her skirt upwards, revealing her past as a prostitute.

According to the itinerary, Emer sat in a splendid carriage, from the middle of the imperial land, from south to north, first from Cesciard to Ibirbino to give the first speech for the soldiers defending the city, and it was at this time that he realized that according to the speed of the Empire's march, within half a month, the last wall in front of the capital of Ibrubino could be destroyed, no, it should be said that it is certain, Emel thinks that this is certain.

The second speech was to bypass the capital city of Morelliano, in the neighboring city of Bazi, it can only be said that the geography limits Emer's imagination, and when he arrived in the Bazi City, Emel found that his height was nothing, only an average, but this phenomenon inspired the morale of the soldiers and young people in the Bazi City.

'The one who kills the Imperials is no taller than us, so can we. ’

Then, Emer went to a stronghold on the river in Victoria, known as the most impregnable stronghold of the Imperial State now, but even if the statement spread a little exaggerated, the people of the Imperial Kingdom were more concerned about the area of Victoria, a town in the north, the name of which was not known to anyone, only that it was truly impregnable, and no matter how many times the army swept it, it was useless, and gradually, it was called the fortress of Buluo, but a few days ago, it was captured.

The rest of the speech was all about the troops they met along the way, and everyone was excited to meet this heroic figure after hearing Emer's name, and to hear from him how to win, what he thought at that moment, and the details.

Emel told them all his efforts, the difference in physical fitness between the Imperial and Imperial people, their strange powers, the persistence and recklessness of a wild beast chasing its prey.

Emer enumerated as much as he could all the shortcomings of them, and even then he considered them useless, just like his own voluminous speeches, which were read only according to the scripts prepared for him by the nobles, and the monotonous repetition of the speeches was nothing new, and even annoyed Hermel.

"For your country, for the people of this country! Proceed, soldiers! Your victory will fill your body with glory! The future of your country! Everything will be on your shoulders! You will return with the honor of heroes!"

At some point, he began to dislike himself, and the image of hypocrisy was enough for him to pull out his heart to see if it was red or black.

However, time has proven that this move of the 'spiritual leader' is not useless.

The

nobles told everyone the good news that more survivors were coming back from the front line and removing their fingers, ears, and even eyeballs from the enemy's body like hunting.

It was at this moment that the honours and admiration that Emel received propelled him to a high level, and he regained his confidence and began to admire the minds of the nobles, trying to learn this method of motivating and boosting morale, which was necessary to win the war.

As a result, Emer's oratorical skills became more masterful, and he began to break away from the manuscripts of the aristocracy and try to add something more uplifting to his fixed lines, and the results exceeded his expectations, and the results were remarkable, and he gradually saw the light in the eyes of the people, a light that came from the heart and was full of fervent hope.

Emel could not help but begin to rejoice, and for the next three days he had lived in this state of vanity, from which he could not escape from the temptation of his spirit, and slowly fell.

Until, he saw a child among the soldiers.

Emel saw the same light in the child's eyes as the others, and it reminded him of Emello, who was also in the eyes of Emelo when the golden light enveloped him the afternoon when he accidentally opened the box that his adoptive father had left for him.

The light of those eyes was a sign of adoration, which Emer felt when he saw them, and at the same time, he remembered the end of the day, and the question that had puzzled him all along.

Do you deserve these eyes?

How can a person who hides in the back, inspires people with his mouth, but does not take practical actions, a person who is complacent because of vanity, how can he be worthy.

Emel misses his sword, the one that brought him his first victory.

After all, is that a victory?