THE TEARS OF KUMARI KANDAM
THE CHAPTER 55

"Commander, escort messenger of Consort Ghaaliya sent gifts," said the chief administrator of the warrior palace.

"Again?"

"Yes, Commander."

Haala just sighed. "So did the emissaries of Consort Jasoda, Consort Hameeda, and Consort Praveena. They sent un-" gifts"

"Send back their gifts" Haala interrupted as she passed.

"As per your orders, Commander."

A gift basket containing gold coins, rare gemstones, and, a high-quality sword and so forth that has the power to blind the eyes of anyone is a bribe for Haala to be merciful to withdraw her claim on a blunt thorny rose.

Almost every day since Haala made the demands for the brash attitude of the blunt thorny roses on her, the chariot procession they sent never absent sighed at the warrior palace. It was a rare sight that gradually became extremely boring.

Although always ended up rejected, the bribes will be sent again the next day, with the number many times. Like a dull thorny rose that did not tire of sending this bribe, Haala did not get tired of conveying her rejection through the head of the warrior palace.

"Truly disturbing," Haala murmured as she roughly closed the curtains of her room.

Haala stripped the weapons on her body one by one, as well as her clothes. There was no rehearsal that day, just a drinking party to welcome the new soldiers. As usual Haala missed it, and preferred to spend the rest of the day behind a blanket. Yet.

"Ah, long time no see."

Haala took out a book from the impingement of her other thick books. A book that was forgotten because it was too busy with pettiness in the new past. The book was a copy of the wandering tribe that Haala found in the basement of her home.

"Until where was the last time?"

Haala flipped the Videsh* book while trying to remember the story of who she last translated. And somehow Haala's hand suddenly stopped in that courtyard, the ninety thousand yard. Story about losers on the night of Shukravaar*.

Videsh* is a kumari kandam language used by ancient ancestors. It is no longer used in the present because it is too complicated.

Shukravaar* is a Friday.

SREK

"Some consider it a curse, but others consider it a gift. Is not being able to die a true gift? Those who need air to breathe, it must belong to God. If otherwise?"

SREK

"The loser on Shukravaar's night belongs to the devil. He needs air just to be polluted. He did not die even though he had already passed through his throat. He said a moment of death like a baby shocked by the howling of a wolf."

SREK

"Although he was still created by God. The merciful Lord gave a final stopover for her. Later, when his vengeance is avenged, God will open the gates of hell, and make them wick until the end comes."

SREK

"Losers on Shukravaar's night. Demon's. Can't die. Vengeances. Could it?"

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"You and your men have not long since returned from duty. Isn't that overkill?"

"There is something I must assure you, Your Majesty," Haala replied to Braheim.

"What's that?"

"Hamba can only answer after confirming it, Your Majesty."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"What's your plan?"

"Hamba will examine each lake in a slightly different way. The servant will sprinkle Gandh* and wait until the servant tastes enough."

Gandh* is a new weapon recently made Kumari Kandam, a mixture of salt and holy water. Salt is known to weaken the half-leech Gaana, and holy water has been used to drive out demons for hundreds of years. The reaction that would have arisen if Gandh had hit Gaana's body was a pain that slowly turned into a burning sensation.

Barheim nodded. "Then bring enough troops."

"Hamba will only bring ten chosen soldiers, Your Majesty."

"Wouldn't it be safer to just take Aswin?"

"Attacks can happen at any time, Your Majesty. So as usual Aswin will stay in place of the servant here."

Bheim was silent for a long time. "Then go."

"Thank you, Your Majesty. Then I beg you to resign."

Bheim did not answer, though merely a nod of imagery. Braheim turned his chair of work together with Haala who twisted his body to get out of the room filled with piles of reports. After the sound of a closed door, one of Braheim's shadow guards immediately moved before Braheim, gathered together, waiting to be given the order as usual.

Bheim sneered, "Does my worry look that obvious?"

"Right, Your Majesty," replied the shadow bodyguard Braheim.

Bheim again clucked, "Next time go follow him without waiting for my orders."

And Braheim's shadow bodyguard disappeared in an instant, without answering anything even a mere nod of imagery, just like his master. Braheim's shadow guard follows Haala, fusing with her shadow unbeknownst to him, protecting her from the interference of people, spirits and evil sorcery. Anywhere, anywhere, anytime.

"Report, Commander, we've reached Jvaala."

"Alright," Haala replied to one of the soldiers.

As Haala told Braheim, he wanted to ascertain something related to Gaana. Haala intends to examine each of the lakes on the eight continents that Ghinauna lives in a slightly different way than usual. Starting from the continent of Jvaala the most distant with Kumari kandam.

Ghinauna* giant fish guard Lake Baadal.

"Report, Commander. We've thrown Gandh into the lake at your command."

Haala nodded. "We'll wait for an hour. During that time, sharpen all your five senses."

"According to your command, Commander," replied the ten men of the compact soldier.

And an hour passed, and so did the second, third, and seventh continents. It did not feel two months looking for certainty to walk very fast. Even so, Haala had not managed to ascertain anything. But Haala is still moving towards the last continent. For believing in what is written in the ancient book belongs to the nomadic tribe about the loser on the night of Shukravaar.

"Report, Commander, we've reached Chamakadaar."

"Do as usual" replied Haala.

"As per your orders, Commander."

An hour is almost over. Just like before, nothing strange. The giant fish only appeared for a moment to see which idiot dared to enter his territory. And after that, they don't show up again. Chamakadaar is the last continent. If nothing happened there, Haala would have set fire to the ancient books of the wandering tribe. Yet.

"Ah, you found me."