THE TEARS OF KUMARI KANDAM
CHAPTRE 128

Drought still faithfully hits eight continents. Even those who are no less loyal, the plunderers of clean water. As if no matter how severe the punishment that held the looters accountable at the end, they still wore their black hoods and acted at midnight. One of the kings of the eight continents desperately overcame the raiders, Braheim Bhaavesh, even to the ridiculous suggestion of one of his ministers to bring in a rain handler.

But instead of the rain, even the fatalities that fall the next day. For the millionth time, it is true what Vinder says. The ashes of bodies raised in the war of destruction cover the earth and the sky, so that the blessing of rain from God is impossible until a hundred years have passed. And those who were endowed with more abilities like Mausam* and the wandering tribal leaders, have been sworn to do nothing. 

Mausam* is a weather and season controller.

So don't want to. Those who believe the curse of God will always accompany the suicide, must survive in the midst of an increasingly odd season that undermines sanity. No matter if they had to be looters, at least they still had the desire to survive. Though Vinder who often gave potions to the dying plunderers, always advised them to be grateful for what they got. But still.

"Is it raining?"

"Like this." Vinder splashed water gently onto Nazzaha's face.

Nazzaha tilted his head. "I don't understand."

"I'm not good at explaining. So this is it." Vinder cast a spell, and slowly the sacred portal opened. "It's the rain."

Nazzaha looked amazed, even his younger brother, Nazeeya. Just natural. They were born in the middle of the dry season. Even their grandchildren will never see rain. Seen in the sacred portal, Balavaan* and his friends were avoiding rain under a maple-like tree.

Balavaan*one of three supernatural creatures pet Daxraj Natesh who shaped a giant lion.

"Rain is water that falls from the place of Lord Krpaya*" murmured Nazzaha.

Krpaya* is the God whom the Kumari Kandam people worship.

"Sister Vinder, I want to go there." Nazeeya pointed into the sacred portal.

"Should it?"

"Yes." Yeah." Nazeeya and Nazzaha answered compactly while jumping up and down on the bed.

However, Balavaan and his friends immediately left when Nazzaha and Nazeeya who were in Vinder's arms arrived at the mouth of the sacred portal. Vinder did not understand, but the reaction shown by the pets of the late Daxraj Natesh was clearly hinting at rejection.

"What you guys did in–"

Balavaan roars, pausing Vinder's cold asking. Spontaneous Nazzaha and Nazeeya who were shocked were compact to cry hysterically, making the doorman forced to break into Vinder's bedroom. Vinder then sat Nazzaha and Nazzeya in bed after previously closing the holy portal.

"Prince, se–"

"Call the nanny" Vinder interrupted one of the guards.

"As per your orders, Prince."

Instead of hastily calming his twin sisters down, Vinder opened another portal. Right, portal to Minciuna. Where humans, Chhota*, and other supernatural beings coexist like a nation. No matter what purpose Vinder had for his actions, only he knew.

Chhota* or Faot is a half-human half-elf and half-bull.

"Your Majesty Mother. I want Your Majesty's Mother." Nazeeya suddenly jumps out of bed and runs out of Vinder's bedroom, shortly after a face-to-face encounter with one of the Chhota inside the portal.

But much different from the older brother, Nazzaha, who immediately stopped crying and again showed off his astonished gaze. Chhota inside the portal smiled at Nazzaha, and vice versa. Vinder who witnessed it immediately fell down, and pecked as if his soul had just been sucked out by Gaana.

"What creature have I just seen, brother? Why is she so beautiful?" Nazzaha crouched down in front of Vinder.

"No. This isn't right." Vinder. "This damn hunch. Huh, shit. I hateit. Goddamnit!"

Vinder's involuntary cry made Nazzaha again startled and cry. Vinder hastily grabbed the tiny body to calm him down, but Nazzaha was quick to dismiss. Following his younger brother, Nazzaha ran out of Vinder's bedroom and repeatedly called out Braheim's name.

"Looks like I should be the leader of a real wandering tribe."

...•▪•▪•▪•▪•...

The main page of the southeastern palace* and the southern palace* suddenly became an uproar. How not? The hysterical cry of the twin daughters of Braheim and Haala seemed to penetrate all the walls of the kingdom. I don't know what the cause is. They compactly did not say a word, no matter how hard Braheim and Haala persuaded. The ponytailed daughter only stopped crying for a moment after her arms were reciprocated by Braheim and Haala. 

The southeastern palace* is often called the queen's palace because the whole daily duties of the queen take place here. In addition, the southeastern palace is also the residence of people with high status such as the king's adviser, minister, war commander, chief investigator, as well as guests from outside Kumari Kandam.

The southern palace* is the palace where the king lives and performs all activities of a personal nature. The palace was built on five hundred hectares of land. However, the palace is the only building there. The rest, the southern palace was only planted with bamboo trees.

"Are you feeling better now? So can you know what makes you cry?"

Nazeeya nodded in response to Haala. "Sister Vinder."

"Hm? Vinder's sister? So it was Vinder's brother who made you cry?"

Haala wiped Nazzeya's tears. "so apparently. Mom understands. Then may I know what Brother Vinder did until you cried?"

"Giant lion," replied Nazzaha.

Nazeeya turned to the older brother who had just arrived with Bheim, as well as Haala. "Not a giant lion but a terrible creature that shines like a firefly."

"They're not terrible. They're so beautiful."

"What's wrong with your vision?" Nazeeya suddenly jumped from Haala's embrace, followed by Nazzaha who took off the arm with Braheim. "If you speak something beautiful, look at Your Majesty's Mother, or Your Majesty's Father, or Brother Vinder. Or, he's." Nazeeya pointed at Ejlaal from a distance.

"Your vision is wrong." Nazzaha pushed his sister to the ground.

Nazeeya throws dry land at the older brother. "Your vision is wrong."

"Enough." Haala helped Nazeeya stand up. "Come, let's apologize." Haala grabbed Nazzaha's hand.

"That's not the attitude of a princess." Bheim cleans Nazzaha's clothes. "Let's apologize."

And in the midst of Braheim and Haala's efforts to reconcile his angry daughters, Vinder emerges from within the sacred portal. Spontaneous Haala immediately asked what was really going on until Nazzaha and Nazeeya cried that much. Vinder did not immediately reply, just sitting at the mouth of the sacred portal while weaving his legs. Convinced something bad had happened, Braheim also changed to throw a question to the son.

"There's a problem, right?"

Vinder simply nodded in reply to Braheim.

"What's so serious?" ask Brahim again.

Vinder nodded back.

"What is this about Kumari Kandam."

Vinder took a breath. "Even the seven continents."

"Say."

Vinder glanced at his younger siblings who were now in Haala's arms. "My eyesight was wrong."

Bheim was silent, looking very seriously listening.

"In my vision, the scathing mouth will be in love with Ejlaal Awlya and the senseless will be in love with the son of Rodion Szilard. But somehow everything gets turned upside down" added Braheim.

"What's? Who will Nazzaha be in love with?" Haala asked with a half-screaming tone.

"With the son of Rodion Szilard who was a Chhota."

Haala did not reply, just turned to Nazzaha and looked at the princess' innocent eyes which would only turn enthusiastic when she saw the peach.

"And they were rejected holy portals," added Vinder.

"What?" Braheim's voice was barely audible.

Vinder sighed. "That means they've done something wrong without us knowing it. I can no longer see the future as before. Where that means, another war of destruction could happen and I, not necessarily, will be the winner."

...~ THE END ~...

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