THE TEARS OF KUMARI KANDAM
CHAPTRE 100

The Lagaam continent was again horrendous with the emergence of the nomadic tribe leader, Daxraj Natesh. Rumors about him rising from the grave gradually began to decay, replaced by absolute facts. A giant figure with a special makeup that again makes nature lose its presence. After the thirty meter high waves, it was now the turn of the voracious-looking flames devouring a hundred acres of sago fields.

The farmers on the scene could only roar to watch the white flames flatten a patch of land that gave them a bag of gold coins each month. Until the black-clothed figure appeared, moving his hand as if asking the fire to end the roar of the farmers. And it didn't take long, the flames that were as high as the waves the other day began to calm down, and slowly, disappeared.

All the people in the sago field could not move their lips even for the obligatory word that should be given to the hero. They were too deeply swept away in astonishment. Even until the figure that they shouted at the hero in the heart was lost amid the remnants of smoke, they remained silent while feeling the heartbeat of the wrong behavior even though only treated to the sturdy shoulders of the hero.

"While I've never seen it in person, I decided to trust it from today." A Chamakadaar native started a chat.

"Hey, even ants have seen it." His partner.

"It's so annoying. Why do I keep hearing the same scorn? Yesterday my wife and son, then now you."

"That's because everyone has seen it. Wandering tribe leaders actually rose from the grave, traveled through the eight continents, and freed us all from adversity."

"Yes, I believe. Because not only you've seen it, but everyone on all eight continents. Even His Majesty Arshaq saw it."

"really. I heard she was the only one who saw her up close."

"really? How's the detail story?"

"I heard that His Majesty Arshaq was hunting. But when he was after his hunt, a bear suddenly appeared and turned to look for him. Five of his bodyguards were killed, and he would most likely also count if the wandering tribe leader had not come and made the bear kiss his feet."

"Yes Gods. That's very stressful. Thank goodness he survived. Then is that true? About War Commander Kumari Kandam who was about to demolish the burrow of a wandering tribe leader?"

"Eitherway. I don't think his actions were necessary. Isn't it clear what he'll get? There will be no bodies in that hole. I was confused to hate or admire him."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean his love for King Kumari Kandam who never fade it. Wouldn't women in general falter and choose a nomadic tribe leader? I admire his loyalty. But her intention to dismantle her husband's burrow wasn't it too much?"

"I think it's natural to remember that he loved King Kumari Kandam very much. Right now he must be working on all means to prove that the wandering tribe leader is dead. Because then his relationship with King Kumari Kandam can continue."

"Why did he take the hard road? It would be better if he was aware of his position, even King Kumari Kandam himself. If he was right in thinking about his people, wouldn't he have not left his queen's throne empty all this time? What if he was in the position of His Highness Arshaq? Go hunting, get attacked by a bear, and die without leaving a successor?"

"Didn't Chamakadaar have no successors? I heard it wasn't His Highness Arshaq's son but another man huh-"

"Hey, you want to live without a tongue?"

"I'm just saying what they say."

"Based on this fool. Rather than that, I'm glad we finally don't have to worry about the successor of the wandering tribe leader who reportedly can't control his strength. His father came back to life. So no matter when the war of destruction comes, we can sleep well because it's clear who will be the winner."

"wait. Isn't that weird? The wandering tribe leader had already passed on power to his successor, then where did he get his present strength from?"

"What's? Yeah, mmm, maybe he's left a little bit of his strength."

"That's getting weirder"

"Forget it, and enjoy this peace. We no longer need to worry about the coming war of destruction and other major problems because the wandering tribal leaders are all around us."

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Amidst the joy of the news of the rise of wandering tribal leaders, the wandering tribes themselves even felt an overwhelming fear. For the faith they profess accuses anyone who asserts resurrection before the end. But compared to belief, which makes fear more excited to follow them is the past. It is true that they have been misled by an unnatural sense of mourning, but really, they still remember the way back.

"Do us harm" said one of the wandering tribes.

"What should we do? I want to go back."

"I want to go back too. I didn't want to follow you from the beginning. Because I'm sure our new leader isn't a threat like you said."

"You said that after all this happened? Rice has become porridge."

"Every day I pray that God will keep the light in my heart. But what have I done? I was blinded by anger and went down the wrong path. Oh, my God, what if the events of that day repeat themselves."

Birousk. "The events of that day have been repeated."

"That's why we have to go back."

"really. Birousk, let's go back. Even if the price we have to pay is death, it will be worth it if our new Leader and Vice-Leader have forgiven us."

"Yes, okay. Let's go back."

"wait. But what if the Vice-Leader is gone? Did you guys forget? We've poisoned the Vice-Leader with a snake viper."

"How could I forget that? The desire to cut off both of my hands that had already mixed the viper snake into the Vice-Leader's glass alone was still very large until this second."

"We will also not be able to enter the Kumari Kingdom of Kandam after Farasat attacks."

"Calm down. We have to think of a way out, not even close it with obstacles."

"Because it's a hindrance, Zerdad."

"Please put aside the obstacles you talked about. Because the main thing we have to do right now is purify ourselves and return to the portal."

"Holyen yourself? You mean, at Baadal*?"

Baadal* is one of the sacred lakes in Kumari Kandam. It is said that Baadal was guarded by a giant fish named Ghinauna. Those who soak in Baadal will be purified from the rest of human filth, the rest of the food and drink, or the poison that settles in the body. But Ghinauna is known to be unfriendly, so very few people can soak there.

"Is there any other place that can match the sanctity of Baadal?"

"Oh, God. We're just gonna die."

"Then take that as punishment because we're lost. But don't worry. We are a tribe of nomads. Although it is small, there is still a chance that Ghinauna will accept us."

"really. There is no other way but to be sure. We have to do anything if we don't want to see that day repeat itself. The appearance of a demon similar to the late Leader was a sign, just like that day."

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"Hey, you guys. Stop over. Are you a tribe of nomads?"

Spontaneous groups of wandering tribes stopped their hunting steps, after being suddenly confronted by a group of riding men. A man got off his horse, impatient to hear the answer he had twice asked the black hooded party. The man who was none other than the subordinate of the Minister of Defense Kumari Kandam, Ghanzafer El-Amin, approached the person who stood closest to him.

"Don't be afraid. I serve King Kumari Kandam." Ghanzafer's subordinate shows his badge.

"We're in a hurry."

"Once we are, too" replied Ghanzafer's subordinate while trying to peek at the face of the man who was talking to him.

"Then say it quickly."

"I have a message from my Master, Ghanzafer El-Amin."

"We don't know him."

"You'll know him soon." Ghanzafer's subordinate approached the man and whispered, "My master is on your side. He's ready to help you succeed in your mission to eliminate the threat."

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