THE TEARS OF KUMARI KANDAM
CHAPTRE 27

The atmosphere in the meeting room of the Kumari Kingdom of Kandam was far too rowdy, exceeding the demonstrations of the residents of Baseela* and Bheed* the other day. The meeting discussed who was the most suitable candidate to replace Haala's father as commander of Kumari Kandam's war, and Daxraj Natesh's position as adviser to the king.

*Raseela*names of villages that Haala and Jihan live in*.

*Bheed* the name of the village across from Baseela*.

In contrast to Haala's father who was disrespectfully stripped of his title for having served Kumari Kandam's enemies. The beautiful man who in the future holds the title as the leader of the wandering tribe stripped him of his own title on the grounds of wanting to focus on finding who the original nomadic tribe leader was and as soon as possible save the world.

To be honest, the meeting in a very hot afternoon could go smoothly if only some of the ministers were not blinded by power. They refused if the position of war commander Kumari Kandam was replaced by Haala who was a woman. Because they have prepared candidates who are none other than their own children.

The defense minister cleared his throat, "Where would you put down a man's pride if the one leading the front row of the battlefield was a woman, Your Majesty?"

"Although it has never happened in history, but we must keep the customs."

"Yes, Your Majesty. Because since hundreds of years ago, the seat of the war commander Kumari Kandam only deserves to be occupied by descendants of Yusef Bahadir," the social minister concluded.

The law minister looks at the social minister. "Is the daughter of former commander Kumari Kandam War who was secretly allied with the demons still able to be called appropriate? What if he follows in his father's footsteps?"

"In the opinion of the servant, anyone can become the war commander of Kumari Kandam, Your Majesty. The most important thing here is the trust of the people. Yusef Bahadir's good name is already tarnished, so there is no point in keeping the custom."

The minister of religion shook his head in response to the political minister. "Only because of your power has violated the custom that our ancestors and the previous Kumari Kings of Kandam have kept for hundreds of years?"

Spontaneous political ministers exclaimed, "What do you mean just because of power! Rather than saying useless things, think of at least one solution! How can a woman lead! And will you be responsible if the people become disobedient to His Majesty the King?"

"Enough."

The political minister hurriedly bowed to Braheim, then sat back in his seat. "Please forgive the impoliteness of the servant, Your Majesty."

"I don't want to violate customs, but I also don't want people to become disobedient because of the sins committed by our former war commander. There's one solution for me."

"Give us an order, Your Majesty." The sound of the compact ministers echoed filled the magnificent meeting room.

Bheim. "Think all the way to Kumari Kandam about Vinaash. Whoever can pass through Vinaash, then he is the one who deserves the honorary seat of the commander of this continent's war."

Everyone present in the meeting looked very surprised. How not, rather than being called a test, it would be more appropriate to call Vinaash a troublesome method of meeting God. Yet no one dared to oppose Braheim's decision. Because the fact is that the decision is the most appropriate of all aspects.

Four hundred years ago, the test reserved for the would-be war commander Kumari Kandam was not a deadly duel, the practice of constructing a war strategy, or the shrewdness of using a variety of weapons. Except, Vinaash. And since the test of meeting the Lord was made, only the descendants of Yusef Bahadir could pass through it.

Vinaash begins with King Kumari Kandam who will deliberately plunge himself into the poisonous mud of life whose antidote cannot even be made by any renowned healer. The king had to endure until the aspiring war commander Kumari Kandam who was confronted by a thousand chosen soldiers came to his rescue.

"A question?" braheim.

Of course there will be no questions, and there will be no minister who will let his children deal with Vinaash. Because again only the descendants of Yusef Bahadir can make Vinaash bend the knee. Haala was appointed war commander of Kumari Kandam, replacing the father who is now in prison.

The news of Haala's appointment as commander of the new Kumari Kandam war was met with a mixed response by the people. Some of them agree because according to customs it is so. And then some others, become disobedient, exactly as the political minister predicted.

But Braheim was not too concerned, and entrusted the disobedience of some of his people at the time. At the moment Bheim is only busy persuading Daxraj to remain in his position. And of course, in vain. Finally, Bheim again announced the empty seat of the king's adviser and needed the owner immediately.

"What is really going on in the kingdom? Yesterday our commander of war, and now our advisor" said a resident reading the job vacancy of the king's adviser who was on the notice board.

"I know that life in the kingdom is terrible. Even every position is obtained by killing each other. It is better to leave your feet if you do not want to die or be put to death. Already, let's go, "reply the other inhabitants

SREK'S!

Murat tore off one of the five leaflets that were stuck on the notice board. "King's counsel? How fortuitous. I had so many chances to finish him."

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BRUK!

Jihan fell down, when she finally found the hideout of Mook Forest residents, Gaana*. The sense of wanting to retaliate against Gaana that has made Jihan a subject of ridicule by the entire population of Chaseela even the father, is still turbulent until a few minutes ago, shortly before Gaana discovered him hiding behind a banyan tree.

*Gaana* the saint-soul-eating creatures living in Mook* Forest*.

Jihan had originally intended to kill Gaana with holy water from the temple in a disgusting way, but the intention was immediately broken when she saw the figure of Gaana who was much different from her last seen figure. Not a naked woman covered in blood with a leech head, but rather a beautiful woman with the gaze of the protagonist.

Even not only his gaze like a protagonist, he said it would be successful to make anyone's heart full. However Jihan hurriedly re-embraced her consciousness, and unhesitatingly poured a small bottle of holy water towards Gaana. In contrast to Gaana's supposed reaction to scream in pain, Gaana was an angel in front of Jihan and was shocked by the cold.

"Nobody entered this forest with any intention other than to harass me?"

"You sa-. My voice?" Jihan held her neck as she could suddenly return to speaking.

"Yes. I gave it back because it looks like we could be friends."

"What's? A fella? Only the devil wants to be friends with the devil" Jihan replied.

Gaana smiles. "You are not afraid to die."

Gaana got up, then walked over to Jihan. "So you think I only kill holy girls?"

Spontaneous Jihan rewinded her steps. "Don't be afraid. I told you I wanted to make you a friend" Gaana said.

"I think making me an accomplice to finding you food sounds more reasonable."

"Yes. Because that's the point of making you friends" Gaana replied.

"Then what's the point of making you friends?"

Gaana smiled again. "You can get whatever you want."

"Anything? Likewhat?"

Gaana still smiled at her smile. "For example, being the number one person in Kumari Kandam?"

"I'm not interested."

"Life abounds in treasure for life, punishing those who make fun of you, and making any man your millik. Are you really not interested?" ask Gaana.

Jihan was silent for a moment. "How is it?"

"Be Queen Kumari Kandam."

It felt like Jihan was laughing at Gaana's very unreasonable proposal. How could a milkman's adopted daughter who had no influence in any field wear the crown of Queen Kumari Kandam. Because it is too unreasonable, it seems that even in the next life the crown of Queen Kumari Kandam will never decorate the head of Jihan.

But a line of confident sentences thrown by Gaana, denied the inaction in half a second. Gaana said she could play with time as she pleased. That means, the fate of Jihan who is just an adopted child milk farmer can be transformed Gaana into a daughter of a wealthy family, reputable, and have extraordinary influence.

The white side in Jihan had disappeared, replaced by the black side that in an instant blinded his conscience. Jihan bowed to Gaana, swearing to be her best friend. Regardless of licking his own spit, Jihan only wanted to live a life of luxury, punish the people who had mocked her, and make Daxraj Natesh prostrate at her feet.

"Give me the commandment, my lord."

Gaana rubbed Jihan's head. "Bring me a hundred holy souls to make you welcome tomorrow as Queen Kumari Kandam."

"As per your orders, My Lord."

"I thought I'd starve to death and couldn't get my revenge on you. But behold, Ashima Devasree, again the devil brought help. I will make your beloved son die even more horribly than his brother" Gaana muttered as she looked at Jihan who was walking out of the Mook Forest.

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One week as the commander of Kumari Kandam's war feels like a thousand years to Haala. Because of the envious gaze and forced smile that is always a definite sight of Haala every day. But Haala was used to it, because in the future she was always treated to such looks and smiles. Haala continues to carry out her activities as a leader and, as a translator.

His intense training schedule made Haala no longer free to visit the basement and translate the contents of ancient books belonging to wandering tribes. Plus the oddity of the book that actually turned into blank paper when exposed to the hot sun. Haala also tried to copy some of the contents of the ancient book and was lucky to succeed.

On the sidelines of the break after training her combat troops, Haala always took the time to translate at least three to four pages. Now Haala entered on the second page that tells about suffering. No matter who did and was made to suffer, Haala only felt that her head was getting worse because of the number of names and puzzles that were too complicated.

Haala started translating. "The face comes ... Know He has not managed to control anyone's mind ... You've bowed to the right people ..."

SREK'S!

"Son Ashima Devasree was the original nomadic tribe leader ... Judging from the lineage ..."

DEG!

"Ashima Devasree's? Wasn't She the King's Majesty's mother?" haala asked inwardly, hurriedly translating the next page.

SREK'S!

"Khairiya Patralekha is the heir to the seat of the wandering tribe leader ... The successor to the Kumari Kandam throne can also occupy it..."

DEG! DEG!

Haala is still translating. "Golden color is proof ... By lineage ... They were also the leaders of the wandering tribe ... "

DEG! DEG! DEG!

Haala's heart beat violently to find a new fact that she was so eagerly expecting. Now a strange puzzle has been solved about who the leader of the original wandering tribe. Not Daxraj, but Braheim. Yes, Braheim, the man who still controls Haala's heart both in the past and in the future. Haala also went straight to Braheim, intending to convey the joyous news. Yet.

A woman of extraordinary beauty who was walking towards the king's palace, immediately made an excited stride Haala come to a halt. It was not the beauty or purpose of the woman that stopped Haala's excited steps, but rather something sparkling that perched right on her head, which was none other than the crown of Queen Kumari Kandam.

The woman, Jihan Joozher, has returned to her position. I don't know what Haala missed, but one thing is for sure, there was Daxraj Natesh's interference behind everything. Or, someone else as great as Daxraj Natesh from the future. Haala remembered well until this morning the ministers were still urging Braheim to get married. But this afternoon, everything changed in the blink of an eye.

"I'm late" murmured Haala.