THE TEARS OF KUMARI KANDAM
THE CHAPTER 70

The faint sound of mouthfuls that were being engrossed in gossip became clearer as Haala's footsteps drew closer to the majestic stage of the death penalty. However, there are still quite a lot of locked mouths, which means there are still quite a lot of people who believe in Haala even though they do not have the slightest power to defend.

But the mouths of the scoundrels were slowly locked, as a strong wind was blowing silencing them. They remember very well what they are doing right now is cowering in fear in a safe place while continuing to pray to Lord Krpaya* so that Kumari Kandam can win the war against Gaana. But what kind of situation is this?

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

There were only a few steps left until Haala's head rolled on the damp ground of the town square, but the two guards stopped their steps and faced her northward, towards Jihan. As if he did not like to see Haala enjoy the cool weather that morning longer, Jihan spontaneously moved, intending to ask classic questions about the final message of the prospective dead.

"There is a healing potion that the servant left behind in the prison where the servant was held. Please give the potion to His Majesty Ra-"

Spontaneous Haala pauses her own speech, knowing that she is no longer in the past. This is the future. Haala was sure of that, even Jihan who was looking at her from the highest audience seat. It seemed that everything in the execution venue took longer to digest the situation. They looked at each other, confused.

"Are you gonna believe me if I say we're not supposed to be here but somewhere safe?"

"I think I'm the one who went crazy. We are in a safe place. We're scared to death to hear another demon's voice that's like Gaana."

"It turns out that we really existed in the past. That's grand. Do you still remember the look of a wandering tribe leader? Also the portal set during the day?"

"How could I forget that. It's a sight I'll never forget in a lifetime."

"I still remember everything the wandering tribe leader said."

"So it's true this is the future. Then thank goodness. Then Gaana's dead."

"really. We're safe already. I'm sure Kandam is safe."

"But wait, I still don't remember the reason we're here."

"Commander Haala was sentenced to death on charges of attempted murder of His Majesty the King and his concubines."

"What's? That's not possible."

"Isn't the most likely to do such an act Her Majesty the Queen?"

The residents were increasingly nostalgic, as if there were only them there. Jihan who could not bear to hear that instantly left her place without a word. Murat took over the situation. The bowed executors received Murat's order to untie Haala's hand, and shortly after, the Haala family scatters up the stage.

"This is the real help of Lord Krpaya. Oh, my daughter," said Haala's mother, hugging Haala.

Haala returned her mother's embrace. "Mother."

"Sister."

"Let's." Haala rubbed her sister's head.

"Are your Father, Grandpa and Grandma also in the entourage?" Haala's mother looked up at the sky.

Spontan Haala and her sister looked up to the sky, a place that is believed to be home for spirits who have been granted residence by Lord Krpaya. Haala also wanted to know the answer. Did the Father, Grandpa and Grandma also join the group? I don't know. Haala ended the tear-off, unwilling to hope for anything. His heart was really tired.

"Your Majesty. Your Majesty, please come back. Your condition is still unstable," cried the chief administrator of the southern palace*.

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.

Spontan Haala ran over to Braheim who was being chased by the head of the southern palace and several royal healers. Haala caught Braheim who almost fell down, assisted by everyone. There was something Braheim wanted to say, Haala could feel that through his gaze. But somehow Haala seemed to be unwilling to hear a word from those pale lips.

"Go, Commander," said Braheim.

Haala was silent, the corners of her eyes began to be flooded with tears.

"Queen Kumari Kandam has done what he must. So did I. Go awayl. Your destiny is to give a hero to the land of Kumari Kandam."

Haala was still silent, but her uncompromising tears were enough to give Braheim a reticence.

Braheim wiped away Haala's tears. "Let's unite in another life. Go awayl. I approve of you."