THE TEARS OF KUMARI KANDAM
THE CHAPTER 93

"Will you wear the crown of Queen Kumari Kandam and promise not to let go forever, Haala Anandmayee?"

Haala refused to answer through words. The sacred sword was dropped to the ground, then impatiently approached Braheim, kissing him the serpent's husky who finally found the oasis. I don't know how long it's been since Haala's cold lips touched Braheim's no less cold lips. They don't care. As long as any of that, as long as the taste they hold so far can be conveyed correctly.

"Is this another answer to agree?"

Haala shook her head in response to Braheim.

"For God's sake. It's very hard to get you, Commander," added Braheim.

"The current servant's answer is only for a while, Your Majesty."

"What do you mean?"

"Hamba will prepare Laasya as a substitute for the servant. When Laasya is ready, so is the servant, Your Majesty."

"Laasha? Ah, Right. So stupid. I forgot about Laasya because it's still a thing of the past. It would be completely unthinkable for me if Laasya was still alive in the future." Bheim. "So what's your plan?"

"Hamba plans to include Laasya in the Vinaash*, Your Majesty."

Vinaash* is a test made by Yusef Bahadir with the belief that only his descendants can pass through it. Vinaash is not made with the intention of arrogance, because in fact dozens of ordinary people who have tried it always end up dying.

Participating a mere puppet sister who has just recovered from a year of illness into a more appropriate event is called suicide? Who wouldn't be surprised to hear that? But Braheim believes the woman who just made her lower clothes more crowded has a reasonable reason. Laasya was still fourteen years old, she had also never received any item training once. And again, Laasya hates blood.

" ... We can't let many people die at the event, Your Majesty. We have to make them aware by demonstrating the other abilities of Yusef Bahadir's descendants who are also women."

"I see what you mean. But has Laasya ever had training like you?"

Haala smiled at Braheim. "You don't need to worry, Your Majesty. It only takes one week to train Laasya."

"I can postpone Vinaash if you feel less than a week. I mean, I don't doubt your ability to train anyone. I just don't want you to be sad if in the end something bad happens to Laasya."

"Hamba even took only three days to drop the sword of Salmalin Josha. Thank you but you really don't need to worry, Your Majesty."

Bheim nodded, though with a look of worry that did not diminish in the slightest.

" ... That way, inevitably they will recognize the ability of women who are superior. We do not need to violate customs, and I can accept the crown of Queen Kumari Kandam without burden."

Is correct. There seems to be no way more brilliant than that. It is like killing two birds with one stone. Only by including Laasya in the Vinaash event, the problem of male self-esteem that does not accept led by the woman is resolved. Then Haala can become Queen Kumari Kandam without violating custom because his position is still occupied by other descendants Yusef Bahadir. But what if Laasya fails?

" ... But I wish anyone could pass through Vinaash other than Laasya. That way Laasya can live a normal life as a woman, and the position of War Commander Kumari Kandam can be occupied by men as Aswin and the others want," Haala added.

"Give me time to consider it. You must understand what I mean. Not not not trusting you. I just thought about the impact that would happen if in the end Laasya really failed."

"Your Majesty, have you ever heard of War Commander Kumari Kandam dying in the war? They were so strong that they could still swing the sword even though their body and spirit were separated."

Bheim was silent, the look of worry on his soaked face began to look faint.

"Laasya will not fail, Your Majesty. So please do not add to the problem by stalling. Vinaash will be held at the appointed time, and Laasya will be ready before then. Trust me, Your Majesty. We can unite, without having to take off the weight on each other's shoulders."

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Braheim's heart is blossoming, but somehow nature shows her dislike. That night the rain suddenly fell very fast, accompanied by lightning that occasionally brings light in utter, even lightning that seemed to call out to anyone. Braheim awoke from his brief rest because he was disturbed by the thunderbolt, also because of nightmares, disturbing emotions, and the sound, a noise in front of the door of his room.

After downing a few sips of water to relax his mouth which had recently lost his manners, Braheim appeared from behind the door of the luxurious room. The head of the Southern Palace* follows the servants simultaneously bowed directly. But Braheim had not yet opened his mouth to demand a stir that night, the atmosphere in the new palace seen from where Braheim stands today made Braheim forget his guide.

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.

An agitated feeling grew excited following Braheim, as foreign cries as intense as the night's rain welcomed his arrival at the new palace. Daxraj Natesh's son who didn't even cry on his first day saw the world cry? Bad omen. Yes, because Daxraj Natesh is not an ordinary man, nor is he a son. Bheim added his steps, ignoring the chaotic scene around him.

"What's going on?" ask Braheim.

Haala shook her head with a face of despair. "Vinder suddenly woke up from his sleep. I thought he was surprised by the lightning. But before long she started crying ...."

Bheim listened, without taking his gaze off Vinder who refused to be given a bottle of milk even his favorite comb.

Bheim searched the room, looking for the presence of a man dressed in all white. "I don't see a healer."

North palace* or better known as the rowdy palace, is the most visited palace. Since there was a hospital, the academy concocted medicine, as well as a garden of rare herbs. The Royal Physician also stayed here because in addition to being responsible to the patients for twenty-four hours, he also taught at the academy.

Braheim turned to the origin of the voice, precisely to the Southern Palace Chief. "Whatdidyou say? He's more afraid of the weather than the safety of future heroes? Drag him in front of me right now or I swear I'll hang him in the square tomorrow!"

Braheim's thunderous cry overcame the thunderbolt's cry, sending everyone in the bedroom shoulder to shoulder so that Braheim's oath would not truly be fulfilled tomorrow. And in less than a minute, the Kumari Kandam Royal Physician and all his confidants were already prostrating themselves at the feet of Braheim, compactly greeting the voice they doubted his existence.

"There is nothing wrong with Commander Haala's son, Your Majesty. The servant dared to vouch for him with the life of this worthless servant. The condition of Commander Haala's son is really healthy" the Royal Physician told Braheim.

"Are you going to eat if you're not hungry? Then wouldn't you cry if I made tomorrow your last day? It all happens for a reason."

"Please forgive the lack of servants, Your Majesty." The Royal Physician bowed following Braheim's footwork.

"Not before you make him calm again even when he's awake."

The royal physician deepened his body. "Hamba will ignite the aroma of therapy that is often used to overcome sleep disorders. For now, only that way can be done, Your Majesty. Commander Haala's son is too small to be given medicine."

"Do it."

Bheim then rushed out of Haala's bedroom, unable to see the desperate face of the lover, moreover, unable to see the tears of Vinder who continued to fall as if in a race with rain.

While the healers were trying to find the cause of Vinder's crying, Bheim was busy indulging his anxiety. Staring at the strange dawn-time sky, Braheim asked himself what calamity lay ahead. If only Daxraj Natesh's death had been a joke. Although it could not be as he pleased to expel the question, the fact that the leader of the wandering tribe was still alive was enough to help reduce anxiety.

"He vaphaadaar thandee aatmaon, milane aana. Tumhaara maalik bula raha hai, shaasak Kumaaree Kandam ne pukaara," murmured Braheim.

T/N: O faithful cold souls, come. Your master called, the ruler of Kumari Kandam called.

"Give command to these cold souls, O blessed ruler of Kumari Kandam." Two of Braheim's shadow bodyguards suddenly appeared and immediately calmed down.

"Tell me what do you see up ahead?"

One of Braheim's shadow bodyguards replied, "Disaster, Your Majesty."

"Did Kumari Kandam get in the way?"

"Yes, Your Majesty." Another Braheim shadow guard replied.

Bheim heaved a sigh of relief. "I want to hear more about the disaster you mean."

"The angel of death is standing next to someone who is very meritorious in the war of destruction in the future, Your Majesty."

Spontaneous Braheim turned around, staring at his shadow bodyguards in turn, demanding an answer as soon as possible. "Who?"

"Vice leader of the wandering tribe, Your Majesty." The other Braheim shadow guard chimed in.

"What's? Aryesh Farorz?"

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Under the crazed rain, a man was crawling out of the portal in the dark afternoon. The man, Aryesh, tries to hold back his tribe who left him alone. Although his vision began to blur, and the coldness had run through half of his body, Aryesh insisted. Can't do. A tribe of nomads cannot trample the earth for any purpose other than to travel.

"What do you think you're doing?" Aryesh's cry escapes, escaping in the remnants of his consciousness that the angel of death has been aiming for.

But the rush of rain made the cry of Aryesh no more than a baby. His pleasure is further away, even Aryesh's consciousness. Aryesh closed his eyes with failure. I don't know where it all started. Aryesh only remembered himself lying on the ground after chugging a few sips of water. And while feeling his dagger-like throat, Aryesh saw a vengeful look in his tribe's eyes for the first time.

When that happened, the angel of death had just opened the gates of Daraar*, so Aryesh still had enough time to understand the intent of the vengeful gazes of his tribe. It turns out that all this time the wandering tribe did not really accept Daxraj's sudden death. For them Daxraj was the most perfect leader that no one could replace even if it was his rightful successor.

Daraar* is believed to be the spirit realm.

" ... Obviously he is not a successor but a threat. But the Vice-Leader just let him run away." One of the wandering tribes voiced out in anger.

"really so. I think the Vice-Leader feels what we feel, but he's nothing more than a coward."

"What a right choice gives him poison so as not to become a hindrance to our cause."

"That's right. Now we must hurry. The threat is there. We must kill him in order to live a quiet life."

The wandering tribe simultaneously added its eager pace to get there, to the Kumari Kingdom of Kandam.