THE TEARS OF KUMARI KANDAM
CHAPTRE 121

The screams and cries of the Kumari people of Kandam forced the dawn to rise faster. The chaos down there was even more evident when the dawn's rays had been fully divided. The expression was so chaotic that it was not even enough to describe the scene. Seen from the place where Braheim and the seven kings stand today, the people of Kumari Kandam are weeping mourning his family who died horribly outside the protector after following his insolence.

There are also those who run around here and there, shouting to find their families with desperate faces. There are also those who fight to kill each other with their own families because of differences of opinion about rising from the grave. It is proven that the vision of Ejlaal Awlya, the only son of Sanjeev Rajak who is currently sitting up wide outside the protector. In the end Sanjeev really ignited a mass revival.

Luckily the laughter was disguised with the handsome look of Daxraj Natesh. Otherwise, for whatever sake Braheim would have gone out of protective custody and spat at him. Fortunately, the bodies raised by Sanjeev did not hurt. But by making the people of Braheim terrorized by horror, fighting and even killing each other, and finishing them little by little with a treat of memory, enough to make Sanjeev a little superior.

"He resurrected all the corpses that existed on the seven continents."

King Lagaam nodded at King Padachihn. "There. It's the clothes that the dead wear in Lagaam."

"He's more cunning than Sannidhi Hessa."

"And he realized that. Look at that fucking smile" King Arshaq told King Shushk.

"King Braheim, I think the most important thing now is to take care of the people."

"What King Garjan said is true, King Braheim. I heard every house in Kumari Kandam has a basement? First put down the command to hide them there" proposed King Jvaala.

"I also agree, King Braheim. Only then do we find a solution to take care of the bodies. Lower the command, we'll follow."

Bheim touched the shoulder of King Hathelee. "You're right. You're correct. I've thought about that too." Braheim turned to the Minister of Defense, Ghanzafer El-Amin and the Minister of Security. "Command your subordinates to hide the people inside the dungeon. Command them also to make sounds."

"As per your orders, Your Majesty." Gahanzafer and the Minister of Security hurriedly passed.

"Aswin."

"Give me the command, Your Majesty." Aswin bowed beside Braheim.

"Prepare the Kumari Kandam combat troops and form barricades right in the mouth of the protector."

"As per your orders, Your Majesty." Aswin passed by, with half-run steps.

"Lord."

"Give me the command, Your Majesty." Murat turned his bow to Braheim.

"Direct the queens and royal families in the basement of the southern palace*, royal servant in the basement of each palace. Then especially for the prisoners, place them in the basement of the northern palace*. There are only us, the eight-continent combat troops, as well as the ministers up here. So if anyone wanders around other than anyone I mention, he's a demon."

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.

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.

"According to your orders, Your Majesty," Murat replied.

Shortly after Braheim and the seven kings lowered the command, the atmosphere within the patron returned to peace. It was seen that the bodies of the living were still wandering there and here looking for his family who was hiding. Sanjeev's laughter began to sound faint. Slowly Sanjeev rose up, walked haughtily in the air, and stood in alignment with the eight kings who had been at the top of the main gate of the Kumari Kingdom of Kandam.

"Savvy. I admit it." Sanjeev clapped his hands without leaving his grin. "But you know, Your Majesty. There's always a backup plan."

"I'm looking forward to it."

Spontan Sanjeev. "You said that with a very worried face. It's the first time I've been able to read the contents of your head, Your Majesty."

"I'm not worried about myself or my people." Barheim pointed right at Sanjeev's face. "But you. Just do your backup plan while your opponent is still asleep. If he wakes up with a full stomach, you'll only end up being the next Sannidhi Hessa. It's written in destiny."

Sanjeev responded to Braheim with hateful eyes.

"Only a bastard will accept you, Sanjeev," Braheim added.

Sanjeev is getting closer to the protector. "That's not a problem at all, Your Majesty. I will gladly enjoy the view in the bastard, after killing you, your people, and razing your land."

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"Daughter?" Faakhir looking for Jihan in every corner of the house. "Damn? Stop making me feel so much more. Get out and get on with it."

Faakhir stood in the middle of the room, giving up looking for the existence of the lover. There was no Jihan, no one in the house but herself. Faakhir hurriedly returned home after receiving his wages as an additional servant at the wedding of Braheim and Haala. Faakhir thought Jihan was angry for letting her go home by herself and was currently locking herself in the room. Or even impatiently waiting for him to return and currently naked on the chair while spreading both legs.

In fact, neither of those are either. Jihan was able to go home, visible from all the closed window curtains. But where is it? Faakhir also intends to find Jihan on the edge of the beach. Hoping Jihan was sunbathing there even though it was very unlikely because the smell of mackerel fish she hated was half dead. Nil. Jihan really isn't anywhere. Faakhir went back home, also hoping that Jihan would be there. But again his hope was in vain.

"It is fitting that he is not home. You're the cause." Faakhir sighed.

Opponent spoke Faakhir silently. That's vivid. Indeed what can a mantra-driven undead do like a puppet? Honestly Faakhir was confused what to do to the interlocutor who was none other than his late brother, Firdoos Shyamali. Fisticuff? Not likely. Making tea? More impossible? Tell him to sleep in the room? That's more unlikely. For whatever the circumstances of Phirdos's bedroom were worse than one of the brothel rooms that three soldiers had just entered.

"Go away. Your nature is different. She's mine now da–"

Firdos paused the brother's speech as he suddenly pointed towards the funeral.

Spontaneous Faakhir turned in the direction Firdoos pointed. "What?"

Firdoos did not answer, still faithfully pointing in that direction.

"He's in there?" ask Faend again.

Firdoos did not nod, shook his head, nor did he point at anything. But Firdoos slowly pointed at something. Flower vase.

Spontaneous Faakhir looked back, where the vase was. "This? Why?"

Firdos pointed to himself.

Faakhir lifted the vase. "This? At you?"

Again. Firdoos did not nod, shook his head, nor did he point to himself. Faakhir did not understand, but his hand moved following instinct. He threw the vase towards the elder brother, and Phirdos slowly burned.

"Hey." Faakhir ran towards Firdoos who quickly turned to ashes. "Dam. It was Gandh*." Faakhir ran out of the house.

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.

"Push Gandh to them. They will instantly become ashes" Faakhir shouted at the villagers as he headed for the cemetery.

Faakhir was about to arrive at the funeral, and he vaguely saw Jihan from a distance. Jihan seemed to have just moved, and was now walking towards her. Faakhir smiled, waving both his hands at Jihan. But that smile did not last long. Shortly after Jihan passed, Faakhir realized it was not Jihan but someone else.

"Revive the last. Bring out the strongest. Only you can raise him. Put both your hands there. Only you can do it" Jihan murmured.

Faakhir blocks Jihan. "Conscious."

"Revive the last. Bring out the strongest. Only you can raise him. Put both your hands there. Only you can do it."

"No, realize. Its me. Aware." Faakhir hugged Jihan.

"Revive the last. Bring out the strongest. Only you can raise him. Put both your hands there. Only you can do it."

"Please. Look at me." Faakhir took off his embrace, and touched both of Jihan's cheeks. "It's me. Be aware. You promised you wouldn't commit another crime, did you? That's your promise to me, to Firdoos. You remember?"

"Revive the last. Bring out the strongest. Only you can raise him. Put both your hands there. Only you can do it."

"Stop, Jihan Joozher!"

Spontaneous Jihan was silent, turned to Faudal for a moment, and resumed her steps.

"Revive the last. Bring out the strongest. Only you can raise him. Put both your hands there. Only you can do it."