THE TEARS OF KUMARI KANDAM
CHAPTRE 77

The five drops of the forbidden herb that Sanjeev Rajak claimed was able to revive the dead soul did not succeed in awakening Gaana's soul, but another soul. The soul is the soul of those who are not properly buried in a forgotten time. They rise up demanding a final resting place to whomever they meet.

With their skulls intact and the rest of the clothes that do not disappear in the waves of the times, they walk by the scent of the souls that are still alive. Bheim and his people watched the scene in horror, as well as pity. Apparently, such an incident had occurred once in Kumari Kandam, which was during the reign of Braheim's great-grandfather.

The solution to the event known as the mass resurrection was passed down through generations, so that every heir to the Kumari Kandam throne could be prepared for the day of the re-awakening. And Braheim did not expect that day to repeat itself during his reign. Without making everyone cringe any longer, Braheim lowered the command.

"Murat, Aswin."

"Give me the command, Your Majesty." The advisor and Deputy Commander of the Kumari Kandam War was compactly bowing to Braheim who was still faithfully staring at the sea of skulls from the summit.

"Command everyone to purify themselves, ring any object as loud as possible, and go to Dhoosar* quietly."

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

Yep. The powerful solution to that mass revival was Dhoosar. Purifying themselves and sounding things are only temporary solutions to keep them from getting close. Dhoosarlah the final resting place they demanded. They will unite with Dhoosar, and ascend to Daraar* with the help of the attendants' prayers.

Daraar* is believed to be the spirit realm.

"We do not know who they are, but certainly they are meritorious people who have protected the land of Kumari Kandam. May the Dhoosar make them seek worldly affairs, and may the gates of Daraar be wide open to deliver them to heaven."

"Hopefully the Dhoosar may cause them to take care of worldly affairs, and may the gates of Daraar be wide open to deliver them to heaven." The people of Kumari Kandam compactly repeat Braheim's speech.

The funeral process went well with ambiguous tears of mourning. One by one the souls that were disturbed by the irresponsible drowned themselves at the bottom of the Dhoosar. Yet in the second before their bodies sank completely, they suddenly turned into humans. They smiled at Braheim, the people of Kumari Kandam, and the leader of the wandering tribe.

And it ended with a very dramatic funeral procession. Everyone wants to go back, even Daxraj and the woman in his arms, Haala. Although his gaze was disturbed by people who were constantly passing by, Braheim was sure that the golden eyes were now staring at him. And when there were no more bullies, Braheim smiled back at the beautiful smile he had missed half to death.

The smile did not want to stay longer. Nope. Not because Haala's figure is getting away, but because Saree*nya who was accidentally blown by the wind shows her pregnant stomach. Since then the rain in Kumari Kandam has been falling more and more, as if participating in the grief of his weak-hearted king.

Saree* or shari is a type of fabric used by women in India, Bangladesh, Nepal, and Sri Lanka. Saree or shari consists of unsewn sheets of fabric, the variations vary with a length of 4-9 meters worn on the body with a variety of styles.

" ... So please take yourself more seriously, Your Majesty."

Bheim received the drugs that Murat offered, and swallowed them quickly. "Aren't we supposed to hear it's the royal physician?"

Murat sighed while giving Braheim a glass of water. "The royal physician cannot heal the wounds of the heart, Your Majesty."

"Because the fact is that. If your heart heals, the rain will stop, and all affairs outside the kingdom can be resolved without a hitch, Your Majesty."

"If the obstacle you're referring to is cold, then call a tailor to make them thicker robes."

Murat regulated his breathing which began to tickle with anger. "The servant knows what you think. Yes, you did not see wrong, Your Majesty. Commander Haala is pregnant."

Spontaneous Braheim stopped the busy motion of his hands doodling the scrolls of reports.

"The Servant understands personally you don't want this to happen, but you've done something right as a king in-"

"Murat" interrupted Braheim.

Murat hurriedly bowed. "Give me the command, Your Majesty."

"I'll make Princess Chadna queen."

Murat was silent for a long time. "The right choice, Your Majesty," Murat replied at last.

"Offer the position of concubine to Princess Shrila and Princess Lavali. If they refuse, take them home with a fancy gift."

"As per your orders, Your Majesty."

Braheim turned his chair against the window. "Then, there's something you have to do."

"Give me the command, Your Majesty."

"It's about Firdoos Shyamali. Find out anything about him in this moment."

"May I know why, Your Majesty?"

"My gut feeling is bad. Very bad."