THE TEARS OF KUMARI KANDAM
THE CHAPTER 34

BRUK!

Jihan immediately fell down, shortly after finding Gaana* who had been in his bedroom for some time. The figure of Gaana who is now approaching Jihan is not a young woman with the gaze of the protagonist who was last seen, but the figure of a naked woman covered in blood with a leech head.

*Gaana* the saint-soul-eating creatures living in Mook* Forest*.

Along with Gaana who continued to devour distance, fear began to spread throughout Jehan's body. No need to ask what purpose Gaana came to Jihan, especially if not to make Jihan his new victim. Jihan can only surrender, because she realizes the consequences she gets when she agrees to ally with the devil.

But beyond a doubt. It turned out that Gaana came as a friend who longed to greet Jihan, not as a master who wanted to punish his stupid subordinates. Although it survived, somehow Jihan's breathing rate even sounded heavier. Because Jihan knows, sooner or later her fellowship still has to be paid with life.

"You hurt me with that look. I didn't come here to do anything bad."

Jihan hurriedly moved. "Everyone will give the same look if they see your true figure."

"I'm forced. For five days I have not eaten."

Jihan walked half-run shut the window curtain. "Since Bheim formalized the early marriage law, it's been hard to get food for you."

"I knew. All the Kings of Kumari Kandam are too straight. It's boring."

"What do you want?" jihan asked while making sure the door of his room was locked.

"Anandmayee's Haala."

"Why?" ask Jihan again.

"Because he's the most fitting container to destroy his body as well as his heart."

Jihan leaned against the entrance of her room. "He's who you mean?"

Gaana looked at Jihan. "Who else? Of course Braheim Bhaavesh."

"I thought your revenge was for Haala. What did Braheim do to you?"

Gaana was silent for a moment. "Not him, but Ashima Devasree."

A familiar name. Jihan seemed to be thinking seriously, until a second later the serious veins on her face were shedding. Ashima Devasree was the mother of Braheim, who died when Braheim was four months old. Vaguely Jihan could guess the cause of the grudge between Gaana and Braheim's mother. Of course because of the throne, or, love.

"I don't want to just be the favorite concubine she visits on the eleventh night, but the queen who will be with her until the end of her life. I want to be the only one" Gaana added.

Jihan did not reply, only dropping her body on the bear's hairy sofa, crossing one of her pretty legs, and putting on a very curious listener's face. Gaana begins to talk about her past full of tears of jealousy. Gaana was only a woman who married Braheim's father for political gain.

Until Gaana was made to fall in love with the good looks, intelligence, and might of Braheim's father at every meeting. The naive Gaana tried to attract the attention of Braheim's father by being like Braheim's mother, but in vain. Because no matter even in the dreamland in the middle of the top berahi, only the name of the mother Braheim spoken.

"... That woman did not love him."

Jihan looked surprised. "What's? So the late Her Majesty the Queen does not love King Khair*?"

*King Khair* or more fully Khair Bhaavesh Elhasiq is the father of Braheim*.

Gaana smiled forcefully. "But he loved her so much that he didn't believe a single word I said about her. I hate him so much. To this day I still hate him."

Yep. Gaana hated Braheim's mother so much that she did not hesitate to accept the devil's hand in the moments of his life was taken violently by the angel of death. Since knowing the love of Braheim's father was only for Braheim's mother, Gaana who was originally only an ordinary concubine was chosen to be a favorite concubine because she had the ability to complete royal duties on par with Braheim's mother.

But not without reason Gaana aligns herself. Gaana has a purpose. A heinous destination which of course is aimed at the reputedly quiet mother of Braheim. Until one day that heinous goal reaped success. The contents of Braheim's mother, who was still twenty-four days old, died from the deadly poison given by Gaana.

"... I was also exiled. Till death. But I'm not satisfied. I want to bring together Bheim Bhaavesh with his brother."

Spontaneous Jihan move. "I won't let it."

Gaana turned back to Jihan. "Then we're no longer allies."

"really. So hurry up if you want to kill me or control me as you please."

Gaana. "I don't like to give a quick death. Let me think. What if I turn back the clock and turn you back into a milkman's daughter?"

Jihan did not seem surprised, as she suddenly remembered something. Something that Jihan missed because of the fear that was ruling. Something about time that Gaana did not subdue. Jihan turned her memories back to a few days ago, when she secretly listened to Haala and Princess Gaurika talk in the dungeon.

*FLASHBACK ON*

Princess Gaurika nodded. "Even in the end your sister's body is fused with Gaana. That's what Daxraj Natesh's real purpose is to turn the clock around. Because he can't kill Gaana who lives in your sister's body."

*FLASHBACK OFF*

Jihan moved, approaching Gaana. "Can you turn the clock around with that weak body? Ah, no. I mean, are you sure that you're the one who's been turning the clock around?"

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Seen in the middle of a fractured field, two combat troops with balanced numbers of each other clashed against each other's shield. From the direction of three o'clock, there was a combat force with rattlesnake flags belonging to the Narak Kingdom. While from the direction of nine o'clock, there was a combat force with phoenix flag belonging to the Kumari Kingdom of Kandam.

Instead of airing her sword, Haala walked alone to warlord Narak. All the would-be carcasses on the battlefield knew war would not be possible if only one sword was raised. War commander Narak lowered his sword as Haala gave him a piece of cloth.

"On the last day of my visit, Princess Gaurika gave this."

War commander Narak received the cloth while muttering, "Saty*."

*Saty* is a method for hearing the last message directly from the dead. Saty begins with a man tearing off his blood-stained clothes in the minutes before dying. The living person only needs to stick the cloth on both eyes*.

"I swear by the Lord I worship, by the mother who held me for nine months, and by my great ancestor, I only gave Princess Gaurika a piece of wheat bread and a painkiller."

War commander Narak fell silent. "If my last attempt to defend myself through this cloth given by Princess Gaurika still does not make you believe, then let's fight to the death" Haala said.

War commander Narak remained silent, clasping the cloth of Princess Gaurika. Slowly the head covering of war commander Narak was removed, revealing the face of a very young man. War Commander Narak then closed his eyes with the pink cloth, and looked solemn for twenty-four seconds.

"Greetings. May the blessings, blessings, gifts and graces of Lord Saanp* always abound for you," said war commander Narak, taking off his cloth and bowing to Haala.

*God Saanp* is the God whom the Narak people worship*.

Not knowing what had happened in the twenty-four seconds when war commander Narak closed his eyes with the cloth belonging to Princess Gaurika, Haala only felt that now his name was no longer tarnished. Haala also took off her headgear, and returned the greetings from the war commander Narak by bowing respectfully.

"Althaff Morey."

Haala received a helping hand from Althaff, the commander of the war from Narak. "Anandmayee's Haala."

"I'm sorry for acting so rashly. We were too angry when we saw Princess Gaurika's body."

"I understand your feelings. Once again I'm sorry" Haala replied.

"Thank you, commander."

Haala nodded. "Then, my troops and I promised to be on your side when the real war happened" Althaff added.

"The real war?"

Althaff nodded. "In the future."

"Are you talking about the war of destruction foretold by the wandering tribe's ancestors?"

Althaff nodded back. "But wouldn't that war have happened if I had married Daxraj Natesh?" ask Haala again.

"I hope you're not too fixated on the contents of the prophecy, commander."

Haala looked surprised. "What do you mean?"

Althaff put on his head again. "If even a false prophecy is true, you don't love the wrong person. Princess Gaurika asked me to convey that to you."

"wait. I don't understand."

Althaff pulled the reins of his horse. "According to Princess Gaurika, in this time and in the future you already love the right man."

DEG! DEG! DEG!

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Ever since sending Haala to the battlefield three days ago, feelings of restlessness and uneasiness have incessantly terrorized Braheim. And damn it, there was nothing Braheim could do but wait. Waiting for his warlord to return badly wounded, or waiting for an emissary from Narak to deliver a message scroll containing the defeat of the Kumari Kandam combat troops.

Braheim ordered someone to see what was happening on the battlefield. But what power, the rules of hereditary war made Bheim forced to submit. As long as two kingdoms were at war, the main gate of their kingdom could only be opened to its combat troops or an opposing envoy who served as a bearer of grief.

But Bheim was fed up with just staying on top of his palace like a cowardly ascetic who could only offer a prayer of salvation. The lost braheim ordered his shadow bodyguards to look at the situation on the battlefield. Of course the two black-clothed bodyguards rushed over, if only the thick dust was not visible from a distance.

"Long life da-"

"I won't send you to the battlefield again. Never, ever" braheim hugged Haala.

"Your Majesty, there's a lot of people watching."

"I'll drag them to the Tamaasha stage* if you're worried about the rumors" Braheim replied.

*Tamaasha* is a giant beheading tool often used to punish criminals*.

"Not really"

"Be queen. It's a command, "braheim interrupted again, as he kissed Haala's lips.

Haala looked very surprised. "We can unite without breaking the war of destruction in the future. Trust me," Braheim said.

DEG! DEG! DEG!