THE TEARS OF KUMARI KANDAM
THE CHAPTER 29

Warm the twilight began not to be felt, because it began to be replaced by the cold night. It appears that a woman dressed in mourning still faithfully stood in her place, taking the dusk to sleep for a moment, welcoming the excited night, while looking at the Dhoosar* River* who had devoured the ashes of the cremation of the king's advisor Kumari Kandam.

*Dhoosar* River 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*.

The grief-clad woman, Haala, still refused to believe that the great Daxraj Natesh had died in such a ridiculous manner. And again, it was not dying against something equal to or greater than itself but dying from drowning in a shallow river, with its neck wrapped around the roots of the herbs. Think of it a billion times, it's hard to believe.

But in the end Haala decided to believe, considering Daxraj Natesh from the past is indeed as weak as ordinary humans. Now the question is whether the death of Daxraj Natesh from the past impacts Daxraj Natesh from the future. And who is the real Daxraj Natesh among Braheim's advisers and the black bandaged man who came out of the mysterious portal.

"It looks like you're losing a lot."

Haala turned to the origin of the voice, and hurriedly bowed respectfully. "Long live, and be bound always, the sun of Kumari Kandam."

"Suchlaskanlah. Let him calm down there."

Haala just shut up. "It turns out that you are very lost" added Braheim.

"No, Your Grace. I'm sure he's alive."

Now change the silent Bheim. "He once walked out of a portal at a different time. Although it does not make sense, I am sure he is currently inside the portal," added Haala.

"I hope your faith is just a pretext for loss. Rather, doesn't his death prove that I'm the original wandering tribe leader?"

Haala was silent again. "I have the birthmark of a wandering tribe leader and am still alive. That means I'm the real one, right?" ask Brahim again.

Haala was still silent, but secretly agreed to everything that Braheim had just said in silence. Not only that, in the ancient book the relics of the wandering tribe ancestors were written clearly if Braheim was indeed the leader of the wandering tribe. But I don't know. Somehow Haala found it difficult to accept it even though she was pretending.

"Say. Why do you still doubt me and believe he's the original wanderer tribe leader? He only has a birthmark. You think that's enough?"

Haala shook her head in response to Braheim. "He not only has a birthmark but incredible strength, Your Majesty. Do you have that power?"

Now changed the silent Bheim. "Subduces a giant lion, Ghinauna*, even Chhota*. Heal all diseases, erase memories, and turn back time. Can you do it too, Your Majesty?"

*Ghinauna*giant fish guard Lake Baadal*.

*Chhota* or Faot is a half human half fairy and half bull*.

No. gabe. Even the overthrow of the war commander Kumari Kandam, who was only a woman, could not. Let alone subdue the supernatural animals that make the fur crouch like that. But in addition to turning the clock around, Braheim is confident enough to cure illness and erase one's memories. Though through the miraculous hands of his royal physician.

"Say, Your Majesty. How do you fight Gaana* if you don't have the strength of a wandering tribe leader?"

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

"I know how. Daxraj told me in a letter" Braheim replied.

Haala looked at Braheim. "How's it?"

Bheim looked at. "It is only necessary to mention Gaana's name when she was still a human. But it would only react if it was mentioned by the original wandering tribe leader."

"Maybe in-"

"Yes. I think Daxraj tried to kill Gaana that way but it didn't work. For the leader of the original wandering tribe is before you, "braheim intervened.

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Braheim's breath again made some sheets of paper in front of him shift. Bheim was irritated at the thought of Haala saying the other day which was most likely not just an outpouring of loss. Although now only he has the birthmark of a wandering tribe leader, but Braheim does not have the strength of a wandering tribe leader.

Bheim headed towards the bookcase. Attracting the biggest book that became the limiter of the other books, and taking something that was none other than a bottle of Smrti* potion*. Bheim looked at the contents of the potion long enough, looking uncertain. Braheim's intention to summon Daxraj Natesh from the future, must be paid for by an earthquake of no playful magnitude.

*Smrti* is a forgotten memory-recovery herb. Smrti is made from fairy tears, and can only be consumed during the day before going to bed, because the results will immediately appear in the form of rain or rainbows. If the rain that appears, then the dream that occurs is just a sleeping flower, but if a rainbow appears, then it can be sure it is a forgotten memory*.

*FLASHBACK ON*

"Don't try calling me with that potion again. Because it's not rain or rainbows you'll see after."

"Hey. I command you to return, Daxraj Natesh!" exclamation Braheim.

*FLASHBACK OFF*

"No, my people can be in danger" murmured Braheim as he put the Smrti potion back in its place.

Unlike the time before he was slapped by Haala's words, now Braheim also hopes Daxraj is still alive behind the lost portal and appears arbitrarily. Because now it is back to a mystery about who the original nomadic tribe leader. A braheim with a golden birthmark and a shadow bodyguard, or Daxraj with a black birthmark and his monstrous powers.

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

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

Braheim turned around, leaning on the back of his study balcony. "Do you know who the leader of the original wandering tribe is?"

"Yes, Your Highness," replied the shadow bodyguard Braheim compactly.

Bheim was silent for a moment. "Say."

"Our job is to protect you from distress, Your Majesty."

Bheim walked over to his shadow bodyguard. "No. Your job is to obey my orders. And now I command you to answer, who is the leader of the original wandering tribe?"

"Punish us, Your Majesty."

Bheim sighed. "Okay, another question. Is Daxraj Natesh from the future still alive?"

"Our job is to protect you from distress, Your Majesty."

"For God's sake! At least answer one of those!" exclamation Braheim.

"Punish us, Your Majesty."

Bheim left the balcony. "God."

Braheim's mood was completely destroyed, plus his head was like being hit by dozens of needles. It felt like Braheim had returned to his bedroom, but was immediately undo when the naked figure of Jihan controlling his bed flashed for a moment. Braheim decided to take a walk, hoping that the mood and pain in his head could be helped.

But the oracles missed jarring that Braheim accidentally heard around Milaan*, making the mood following a brutal blow to his head as if he got an unexpected cure. Through the oracles, Braheim finally knew the purpose of the false queen, Jihan Joozher, also the apocalypse that turned out to be almost at the main entrance of the Kumari Kingdom of Kandam.

*Milaan* is a garden overgrown with hundreds of green wild roses*.

"Damn it! How dare that damned creature kill him! I'm just gonna use my powers to make him my man!" exclaim Jihan.

Bheim looked seriously listening. "In return for his death, I will starve him! And until he's willing to turn the clock around to bring it to life, I won't give that damned leech a single bite of food! Goddamnit!" yell Jihan again.

Brahim looked surprised. "Damn it! What good am I to be here if not to make it mine! I can't let it! Waiter, prepare the horse carriage to the Mook Forest right now!" Jihan left Milaan with a hurried step.

"So Gaana can also turn the clock? But isn't it just Daxraj Natesh from the future who can do it? Daxraj Natesh clearly helped Gaana turn the clock. But for what?" ask Bheim in the heart.

Bheim came out of hiding while thinking hard. "Could it be, to tell us the contents of the prophecy of his tribe's ancestors that Gaana had changed?"

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That day Kumari Kandam was made uproar by the visit of a princess from Narak Kingdom*. The daughter of the woman deported from the kahyangan suddenly faced Braheim Bhaavesh, and confidently asked to be given the opportunity to become the first harem dweller.

*Narak* kingdom is the greatest weapon-making kingdom*.

Spontaneous Jihan moved from her throne, about to approach the princess. However, Bheim prevents Jihan and gives her the option to get out of the meeting room or return to sit with the dignity of a queen. Jihan chose to leave the meeting room with angry steps.

Braheim glanced at Haala, as well as his new adviser, Murat Iskender. War commander Kumari Kandam and former Shaapit*hunter members looked compact looking suspiciously at the princess. Also, Braheim's shadow bodyguard suddenly appeared even though he did not cast a summoning spell.

*Shaapit* is an evil supernatural being*.

"Please give your servant a chance to help you prosper the land of Kumari Kandam, Your Majesty," the princess added.

"Let me ask someone if there's enough money to build a harem." Bheim turned to the finance minister.

"The funds we have are even enough to build a hundred harems that are a hundred times more magnificent than the palace of Her Majesty the Queen, Her Majesty."

Bheim nodded in response to the finance minister. "What do you think, counselor?"

"You must think about it carefully, Your Majesty," Murat replied.

Bheim nodded back. "Then what do you think, commander?"

"It is an honor to try the greatest weapon of war made by the Kingdom of Narak, Your Majesty."

Braheim clucked as he moved. "Back, princess. I don't need a concubine. Really, Queen Kumari Kandam is more than enough for me."

"But Queen Kumari Kandam won't live long, Your Majesty."

Spontaneous Braheim turned to the princess. "And you must immediately return to where it should be because the throne of King Kumari Kandam does not belong to you" added the princess.