THE TEARS OF KUMARI KANDAM
CHAPTRE 109

All the luxurious trinkets that make the eyes not bored to blink are revealed, even the ambal-ambal legacy of King Bhaavesh I which was only unfurled when the wedding day of King Kumari Kandam arrived, everything was re-rolled and cornered in the darkest place down there. Not to forget the bridal room, flowers that are usually sown from far away because of the aroma of withering which actually spreads a thick fragrance that now ends in the trash.

For the first time, the mouths of his own scavenger carcass is clenched, even though there are so many materials that they can gossip. Everyone looked sad, even many of them were suddenly crying. Not without reason. They know very well why. That smile, that sun smile of Kumari Kandam, how could he still smile so sincerely when Lord Krpaya* again separated him from the lover?

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

It feels like their sadness will even decrease if Braheim becomes unjust. It was enough for Braheim to sacrifice, even Haala. Is there no happiness along the destiny line that surrounds lovers? Although tiny? Indeed, their grief would be less if Braheim now shut himself in the room, or vent his anger on everyone. What is King Kumari Kandam's human heart made of?

"Your Majesty, the letters of the seven kings are complete."

Bheim finished his activities looking at the palace servants passing by under the rain. "So it's true that the last King of Arshaq sent a reply?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Send back a reply letter. Tell King Arshaq I advised him to divorce the cheating Queen Chamakadaar."

"As per An– command"

"That's a joke" Braheim said. "Did I look that lazy to be in charge of looking for evidence of Queen Chamakadaar's infidelity that even Chief Investigator Chamakadaar just raised his hand? Rather than that, why have you been so serious lately?"

"Please forgive to–"

"And that too. Why do you say that so often?" Bheim shook his head as he passed into the emergency meeting room.

The compactness of those present at the meeting was indeed not inferior to the battle drummers. Starting from the position they stood, how deep they bent their bodies, even the high and low sound of greetings they addressed Braheim. Bheim smiled enjoying that, even almost failing to resist the itching in his hands that wanted to clap. Shortly after Braheim dropped his body on the chair, an emergency meeting was opened.

"I would like to wish you a happy return to the office of the Minister of Defense of Kumari Kandam, Ghanzafer El-Amin. I don't give a chance to just anyone, Ghanzafer. So know your limits."

"Thank you, Your Majesty. Servant will make the best use of this opportunity you give." Ghanzafer again bowed to Braheim as well as everyone.

"Alright, I give permission to speak for all those present here so let's say what you think of my plan to unite the eight continents during the war of destruction."

"Hamba agrees, Your Majesty. Given that the successor of the wandering tribe leader only made a protector in Kumari Kandam, then there is no other way for them to survive than to leave the land and unite with us."

"Then plus, the plagiarist demon proved to be unable to penetrate the protectors made by the successor of the wandering tribe leader. That means that only inside the protector is the only safe place, Your Majesty." The Minister of the Inner Continent chimed in the Minister of the Outer Continent.

"But before uniting the eight continents, we must prioritize our people who are outside the patron, Your Majesty." The village minister opened his note. "There are still sixteen villages in the interior that seem to have not heard the news of the recent uproar."

"How many souls are there in each village?"

The Village Minister flipped the note sheet. "At least eighty souls and at most one hundred and forty-one souls, Your Majesty."

"Ghanzafer, discuss this with the Minister of Security. I want to see your work on my desk as soon as possible. You can start now."

Ghanzafer and the Minister of Security bowed to take Braheim's orders, and immediately left the emergency meeting room escorted by Murat.

"Then how about the temporary residence of the seven kings following his family and their people?" ask Braheim.

Ministers seemed compact in thought, also tapping their quill pens on the table repeatedly, and occasionally whispering to each other.

"We'd better put the seven kings and their families in the southeastern palace*, Your Majesty."

The southeastern palace* is often called the queen's palace because the whole daily duties of the queen take place here. In addition, the southeastern palace is also the residence of people with high status such as the king's adviser, minister, war commander, chief investigator, as well as guests from outside Kumari Kandam.

Bheim nodded in response to the Social Minister. "In case of those who might complain of tightness, also prepare a new palace* and a southern palace."

The new palace*Braheim-designated palace specifically for Haala and Vinder. New palace built right next to south 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.

There's no answer. The ministers only whispered back, reassuring each other that there was nothing wrong with their hearing. Using the southern palace was still possible, but how could using the new palace be possible? Everyone knew who the new palace owner was.

" … And just in case something happens that we don't want, the king's seventh shadow bodyguard will definitely be of great help if they are placed here. Murat."

"Give me the command, Your Majesty."

"Command the servants to stop being carried away and focus on beautifying the new palace and the southern palace to welcome the seven kings and their families."

"They will only get carried away more if you discuss the new palace, Your Majesty. So the servant will order them to beautify the southern palace only."

The Minister of Transportation cleared his throat, "Advisor Murat has made the right decision, Your Majesty."

"It turns out you're getting carried away." Bheim. "Back to the discussion. Then what about the temporary residence for the people of the seven continents? The residents' houses?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"I think they will really complain of tightness" Braheim replied to the Minister of Transportation.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty. There are a hundred and six small kingdoms scattered in Kumari Kandam. They must be willing to help. You just need to send a letter with a gold stamp."

"Well, we do it like that." Bheim turned to the Secretary of the Continent. "Discuss this with Murat. I want the hundred and six little kingdoms to get a gold-stamped letter as soon as possible. You can start now."

The Secretary of the Continent bowed to take Braheim's orders, and immediately left the emergency meeting room.

"Last talk." Braheim moved, taking out one of the paper scrolls neatly arranged in a golden tray. "In the false past, we only know that the holy soul of Ghinauna* is equivalent to seven thousand human holy souls. So, where should we put Ghinauna? That's a question from King Arshaq." Bheim took another roll of paper. "And what should we do so that the protectors of the five continents will no longer be the target of plagiarist demons? That's a question from King Padachihn."

Ghinauna* giant fish guard Lake Baadal.

There was no reply from the ministers, not even a feather pen knock on the table, or even just a whisper. There was no time for that, because what King Arshaq and King Padachihn were asking about needed a way out as soon as possible. But in the midst of the seriousness of everyone who raced to force his head to find a way out, Murat came to bring news that could not be guessed good bad because of the mimic of his face that was mixed.

"Your Majesty." Murat stood before Braheim with a sigh of astonishment, and occasionally showed off a relieved smile mixed with thick wrinkles of worry. "Your Majesty."

"You're reading me a poem?"

Murat shook his head while regulating his breathing. "They're still alive."

"What?"

"It turns out Baadal* accepted them, Your Majesty." Murat pointed at the emergency meeting door.

Baadal* is one of the sacred lakes in Kumari Kandam. It is said that Baadal was guarded by a giant fish named Ghinauna. Those who soak in Baadal will be purified from the rest of human filth, the rest of the food and drink, or the poison that settles in the body. But Ghinauna is known to be unfriendly, so very few people can soak there.

Bheim did not reply, only walking towards the emergency meeting door, followed by everyone including Murat. The door of the emergency meeting room opened, and two men dressed as Daxraj Natesh were already standing before Braheim.

"Long live, and blessed always, is the sun of Kumari Kandam." The two men greeted Braheim.

"They are ya–"

Braheim raised his hand. "Set your breath as if it were being slit, Murat Iskender." Bheim walked up to the two men. "Wanderer tribe?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. Meet Birousk Zarar's servant."

"Please introduce Zerdad Aalam's servant, Your Majesty."

"Then your goals?" ask Brahim again.

"We can read the sign that will lessen your fear and all the creatures on this earth when the time comes, Your Majesty" Birousk said.

Bheim was silent for a moment, focusing on observing Birousk and Zerdad in turn. "It seems you're not welcome yet."

Zerdad. "That's not necessary, Your Majesty."

"Sure it's necessary." Bheim turned his back on Birousk and Zerdad. "I'm ending the emergency meeting today. About the last discussion, think about the solution carefully for the next emergency meeting." Bheim looked at Murat. "Greet them."

Murat remained silent for a long time, digesting Braheim's command.

"Iscender's Letter?"

Murat hurriedly bowed to Braheim. "As per your orders, Your Majesty."

Bheim looked at Murat, demanding an answer from his silence.

"The servant will soon prepare Gandh* to greet them, Your Majesty."

Gandh* is a new weapon made by Kumari Kandam in the past, in the form of 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.

Bheim only smiled as he passed through the corridor.