THE TEARS OF KUMARI KANDAM
CHAPTRE 42

The starving gaze of the herd of wild wolves could not be separated from Braheim. Their instincts continued to urge them to prey immediately, but the black turbaned figure beside Braheim made them doubtful. 'Dead'. Somehow the one word grew louder and louder when they approached Braheim even though it was only half a step.

The herd of wild wolves could only return hungry, looking at the Braheim who had made it out of their territory. After riding for six hours without rest, Braheim arrived at the cave where Haala had been hiding all this time. The other Braheim shadow guards bowed in response to his arrival.

Bheim insisted on observing the surroundings though not freely because of the limited light. The cave is completely safe. Let alone the wolf, Nishir Dak* would not even set foot there. Bheim smiled with satisfaction, now he could focus on completing all the affairs of the kingdom because he had made sure Haala himself was in a safe place.

Nishir Dak* is one of the ghosts in India. Not much is known about this ghost's true form, as anyone who sees its true form will not survive. This ghost attracts the attention of the victim by calling the victim in a voice similar to the closest person to the victim.

Bheim turned to his shadow guard. "Go finish your job. I'll wait here."

Braheim's shadow guard just bowed, then disappeared. "What does he do every day?" braheim asked his other shadow guards.

"Stare at the sky, pray and bathe, Your Majesty."

"Mandi? Then where were you when he was in the shower?"

"Just right next to him, Your Majesty."

"So you mean you saw everything?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"How dare you answer that confidently?"

"That's because I have no lust, Your Majesty."

Bheim was silent, looking at his shadow guard from head to toe. "Do you have this?" Bheim points to his own 'own.

The shadow guard of Braheim turned silent. "The river is inhabited by Daant*, Your Majesty. The servant had no choice but to appear to prevent an attack," replied the shadow bodyguard Braheim at last.

Daant* crocodiles that usually inhabit rivers that are still not touched by humans.

"Also I don't like it. Think of other ways to prevent an attack without having to accompany her in the shower."

Shadow guard Braheim bowed. "As per your orders, Your Majesty."

"Then, is that true? If his father is dead."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Since when?"

"Since Gaana* tortured him in the dungeon, Your Majesty."

The Gaana* is a sacred soul-eating creature that lives in the Mook Forest.

"so. It was unbelievable because he really looked like a human being. Can you explain more details?"

"He borrowed the bodies of others, and changed his appearance with Dikhavaat, Your Majesty."

"Borrowed?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. The owner of the body lends his body on condition."

"What kind of conditions?"

"Usually a condition related to revenge, Your Majesty."

"I understand. So they made a deal. What is Dikhavaat? I just heard it for the first time?"

"Dikhavaat is a herb that can change the appearance of a person, Your Majesty."

Bheim. "We'll talk more about this later. I'll see him for a second. Tell your friend to face me when he's back."

"As per your orders, Your Majesty."

Bheim heaved a sigh of relief, for finally the time he was waiting for arrived. The time where he could see that figure. The woman he loved so much, Haala. Haala was no longer awake. Braheim carefully began to approach. Closer to hope did not make a sound that could awaken Haala's ancestral sword.

Bheim stared at the grieving face. The blankets that covered Haala's body were full of whip scars, and the kiss of Haala's lips that felt warm with love. Want it to feel that Braheim was lying down, because suddenly invaded by drowsiness that had been held for two weeks desperately. Yet.

"Your Majesty, I'm back."

"Well," said Braheim, reluctantly. "What about your job?"

"The servant has secured them, Your Majesty."

"good. Then about the rumors?"

"It turns out it wasn't just a rumor, Your Honor. The repatriated would-be concubines are on their way back to Kumari Kandam."

Brahim smiling. "Then we should return immediately, and prepare a lot of Laddu*."

Laddu* sweet cake in the form of small balls. Laddu is made from flour and sugar mixed with various ingredients such as cashews, almonds or raisins. Some types of laddu are also made from beans and sesame and then mixed with sugar syrup.

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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.

The uproar in the southern palace was triggered by Gaana, the whining of the annoying concubines, and Braheim's guilt for them. Bheim was unable to return the prospective concubines because the test of the selection of concubines was still going on, and especially because Gaana was believed to be wandering outside Kumari Kandam.

Inevitably Braheim also responded to the whimper on condition. The prospective concubines could only use the right side of the southern palace. For whatever reason, only the head of the southern court, his advisers, and the people whom Braheim wanted were allowed to enter the left side of the southern palace.

"Look. Today our future husband spent the night outside." The sixtieth concubine-to-be pointed at Braheim from a distance.

"Actually who is the lucky woman that His Majesty the King has been visiting for two weeks?"

"Of course not Her Majesty the Queen," replied the seventieth concubine candidate to the eightieth concubine candidate with a laugh.

The ninety-ninth concubine laughed. "From that. His Majesty the King is really very gallant, isn't he? I remember hugging His Majesty the King that night."

"really so. It feels like I'm willing to do anything as long as I can hug His Majesty the King at all times."

"Are there no southern, eastern, western and northern palaces? Would it be me if I wished Gaana would again destroy the remaining four palaces?" timpte the sixtyth concubine candidate on the seventieth concubine candidate.

"That's a commensurate sin if the payment is the gallant body of His Majesty the King." The eighty-term concubine again laughed.

"From that. I really wonder who that lucky lady is."

The sixtieth concubine candidate turned to the ninety-ninth concubine candidate. "me too. I'd love to send someone to find out."

"Then just do it."

Spontaneous prospective sixtieth concubine turned to the seventyth concubine candidate. "I still want to live."

"Did you forget? We are princesses. We are born with an absolute right. If the problem arises at the end, just use that right."

"Ah, right too." The eighty concubine candidate nodded at the seventyth concubine candidate.

The sixty-year-old concubine suddenly moved. "Then, what's the plan? Just to find out or, at once, get rid of?"

"Aren't our rivals already too many?" The nineteenth concubine candidate smirked.

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The angel of life is circling Queen Kumari's bedroom in Kandam. The queen, Jihan Joozher, is on the brink of death. How not, now Gaana is strangling him. The creature from the bastard felt too merciful to his accomplices who again did not know how to thank.

" ... Even if I had to, I wouldn't eat your soul with that disgusting scent, Jihan Joozher."

"A-a-i-i b-b-spill t-not m-m-stuck you," Jihan said with great difficulty."

"Omong empty! You searched for me and opened the southeast palace gate*! But in the end you plan to kill me!"

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.

"T-t-no. A-a-I'm b-b-swearing."

"Close your mouth! If not for your deceit, my stomach would have been filled with the souls of the returning concubines! You're fucking!"

"T-t-not s-s-holy."

Gaana loosened the chuckle. "Unholy? Wh who? Returning concubines?"

Jihan nodded. "Tell me more clearly" Gaana added, releasing her check.

"The retinue of returning concubines is not holy. The candidates for concubines who were still holy were in the southeastern palace. They failed the second stage examination because it proved to be still holy."

Gaana silence. Seemed thinking. "Then I swore I didn't release Haala's father. I also did not know there was a secret passage in the southeastern palace," Jihan added.

Gaana was silent. "Haala's father is dead."

Gaana looked surprised. "What?"

"One of my men I sent to follow Braheim accidentally found Haala's father's body."

Spontaneous Gaana laughing. "Savvy. He's really smart. Fuck me so I don't realize it."

"What do you mean?"

"There are two ways to kill me. Since the leader of the wandering tribe is dead, he is trying his last way."

"How is it?"

Gaana walked over to Jihan. "For what would a would-be carcass bother to know?"