THE TEARS OF KUMARI KANDAM
THE CHAPTER 51

Time still shows at one o'clock in the afternoon, but I don't know where the scorching rays of the sun go. The wind that was supposed to blow to the east was somehow even against the direction. And the river that is famous for its sacredness also looks too calm.

The earth and its minions have been showing strange signs since the day the funeral of Salmalin Josha was announced across the country. They seemed to be willing to give the ashes of the cremation of the deputy commander of the Kumari Kandam war on the Dhoosar* River*.

Dhoosar* River is a river that has been used as a special burial place for the people who contributed to the Kumari Kingdom of Kandam since hundreds of years ago.

And what makes them most sincere is the body of Salmalin Josha who was treated inhumanely by Queen Kumari Kandam. They were very unaccepting, and voiced their protest by making the atmosphere of the day like the apocalypse.

"I heard his body was found around the Maan tree. Isn't that a rare tree used for preservation?"

"really. My dad says Maan hasn't grown since the last eighty years. But after the fire incident in Mook* Forest, Maan suddenly grew up."

Mook* Forest name of the forest that is behind Raseela Village.

"But Maan is only used to preserve animals. He is not an animal. Isn't Her Majesty the Queen being so outrageous?"

"Eitherway. I am confused as to what to think. I think it's better to put his body in Maan than to let a beast eat it."

"Yes, it's got a point. But still Her Majesty the Queen is outrageous. Her Majesty the Queen should hand over her body on the day of the search. Not even hiding."

"From that. I didn't expect all this time Her Majesty the Queen was hiding inside the Mook Forest."

"me too. I heard that Mook Forest became very haunted because of the many fatalities that fell during the fire incident at that time. But how could Her Majesty the Queen hide there?"

"Hey, the truth is how can we who pass through Mook Forest every day not know if Her Majesty the Queen is hiding there."

"yes too. The Mook Forest has not fully recovered since the fire. But do you know of a tree that thrives? Could it have been that Her Majesty had been hiding there all along?"

"Ah, you mean that tree? I-i know. The tree is very fertile. The tree used to be a hiding place for people during the war. Because the width of the tree is equal to one adult bedroom."

"I've heard that too. That means no doubt. Her Majesty the Queen is clearly hiding there. And again, the distance between the tree and Maan is also very close, right?"

"really. Hey, what if we go there now? There might be a precious item that belonged to Her Majesty the Queen left behind."

"Ah, right too. Then let's go and find something."

Bheim sighed harshly, simultaneously smiling. The ambiguous expression was indeed to describe Braheim's mood. On the one hand, Braheim was happy because the mourners who were also his people turned out to be quite smart in analyzing. But on the other hand, Braheim was disappointed that they did not care about the feelings of Haala and her family who had certainly heard clearly everything they said.

"Lord."

"Give me the command, Your Majesty."

"Stop those mourners and ask if they really need money or something."

"According to your orders, Your Majesty. Then I beg you to retreat," replied Murat as he bowed.

"Yes. Go awayl. I'll be here any minute."

One by one the mourners began to leave, as did the Haala family. Now left Haala a faithful man looking at the end of the Dhoosar River. The earth and its minions were increasingly eager to voice protests, when finally Haala's tears broke. I want it to feel like Bheim running offers a hug. So did Daxraj, who was also present at the mourning ceremony by disguising himself as a mourner.

"May Lord Krpaya* open the gate of Daraar* for your father," murmured Braheim

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

Daraar* is believed to be the spirit realm.

"Unfortunately, your Lord Krpaya hasn't opened it yet."

Bheim jumped, finding Daxraj suddenly standing next to him in all-white clothes. "Hey, stop eliminating my wife as king."

"carried over? Don't you just have a lust?"

"Ah, right too. Than that. Your clothes. You're not fit to wear it. It hurt my eyes." Bheim turned, turned back to Daxraj.

Spontaneous Brahim turned around. "The brash mouth is be-"

"We need to talk, Braheim," interrupted Daxraj.

"What's? It seems very serious."

"really. It's about Gaana and Salmalin Josha."

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Bheim nodded his head, trying to digest word for word a young man claiming to be Jyostishee*. But somehow it is very difficult for Braheim to digest. It was like Haala who was destined to belong to Daxraj Natesh.

Jyostishee*a future fortune teller who comes from Narak region.

"So you're saying that the body belonged to a man named Firdoos Shyamali but the spirit inside it belonged to Salmalin Josha who had just been cremated two hours ago, right?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"So you're Firdoos Shyamali or Salmalin Josha?" ask Brahim again.

"For today and the next eight days, the servant is Salmalin Josha, Your Majesty."

"Then on the ninth day?"

"This body will return to Firdoos Shyamali, Your Majesty. Because my time is up. The servant must take Gaana to Daraar or forever to be a spirit that the earth rejects."

"So you're saying, as long as your time isn't up we'll have to fight Gaana?"

"Hamba killed him in Chamakadaar*, Your Majesty. With the help of Namakeen* and one of your shadow bodyguards." Haala's father glanced behind Braheim, where his two shadow bodyguards were located.

Chamakadaar*one of the eight lost continents including the Kumari Continent of Kandam.

Namakeen* a type of Ghinauna that inhabits one of the sacred lakes on the Chamakadaar Continent.

Bheim looked back. "So that's why you didn't come back from the queen's job."

"It was the fault of the servant, Your Majesty. The servant who asked your shadow bodyguard to help. Please allow me to explain."

"All right, let me hear you."

Haala's father nodded, and began to explain everything that happened in Chamakadaar. A few days before Haala's father asked Braheim for permission to go to Chamakadaar, himself through the ability of Firdoos Shyamali as Jyostishee already knew what would happen in the silk-producing continent.

Gaana will be trapped in the middle of the siege of the Chamakadaar warriors. There Haala's father will be provoked by Gaana to take her out of the continent. But instead of going out on the actual way out, Haala's father took Gaana to the southeast of Chamakadaar, where Namakeen lived.

Haala's father intends to throw Gaana at Namakeen. But unfortunately Gaana even ate the giant fish. And even more unlucky, Namakeen's soul turned out to be equivalent to seven thousand saint souls. Gaana becomes strong, so she can break through the future portal and hear everything Daxraj Natesh talks about.

Haala's father tried to stop Gaana, but of course Gaana who had devoured seven thousand saint souls was no match for him. Haala's father was dying, and would have been a spirit that the earth rejected if it had not been the body of a Jyostishee he had borrowed.

" ... Before Gaana arrived at Chamakadaar, I told Namakeen the results of the slave trade. We finally worked together" Haala's father explained.

Braheim just nodded, implied relief on the handsome face of King Kumari Kandam. "Namakeen told the servant about the potion that could have gotten him killed temporarily. And that's when the servant met your shadow bodyguard. He's also working together."

Bheim still nodded. "Our plan goes hand in hand with the Firdoos Shyamali. When Gaana finds out this body belongs to a Jyostishee, she climbs the apoplexy, but along with it Namakeen comes back to life. Gaana is weakened, as her power is absorbed depleted by Namakeen. And Namakeen ate Gaana," Haala's father added.

"Then? Why do you look unhappy?"

"Because I still feel his existence."

Spontaneous Braheim turned to Daxraj who was sitting looking out the window. "How could he still be alive after Namakeen ate it?"

Daxraj looked over. "Then how do you know who ate whom?"