THE TEARS OF KUMARI KANDAM
CHAPTRE 36

The fire of fear sent by Queen Kumari Kandam, Jihan Joozher, successfully devoured one by one the forest to the houses of the people. The frightened fire seemed to know no deterrent despite being repeatedly faced by his sworn enemy. Along with the flames of fear that was increasingly untamed, screams and roaring cries were heard increasingly slashing.

Seen in the midst of the chaos of one of the villages most affected by the fire, Haala with Rakshak* were shoulder to shoulder to shoulder to save the population from the flames of intense fear. Despite not getting official permission from Braheim, Haala skipped the emergency meeting that day and chose to jump into the field to join Rakshak.

*Rakshak* is a team in charge of dealing with natural disasters in Kumari Kandam*.

"Commander, thank you for your help but you'd better get back."

Haala smiled in response to the Rakshak chief. "You threw me out without even giving me a sip of water?"

Chief Rakshak smiled. "I'm just worried that His Majesty the King will get angry."

"Not going to."

Chief Rakshak turned to Haala. "Which man wouldn't get angry when he found out his woman was approaching danger secretly? I think the emergency meeting room must be in a mess right now."

No. gabe. Not just messed up but very messed up. After learning that deputy war commander Kumari Kandam was attending an emergency meeting to replace Haala who was currently helping Rakshak, Braheim immediately canceled the meeting and rushed after Haala. Despite not saying a word, everyone knew that King Kumari Kandam was very angry.

"Long live, and be bound always, the sun of Kumari Kandam."

Bheim. "The commander is in the red tent, Your Majesty," Rakshak said.

Bheim cleared his throat, "How many casualties for now?"

"Fifty-two souls, Your Majesty," replied the chief Rakshak.

"More than I thought."

Chief Rakshak bowed. "Punished for the lack of servants, Your Majesty."

"Explain the situation in detail to me."

"We had trouble putting out the fire because the rivers were also given Aasan*. But thankfully. Although it took six hours, the fire was extinguished" said chairman Rakshak.

*Anything*flammable tree sap*.

Bheim nodded back. "Then what is the meaning of the colors in the tents?"

"Black tent for the unsaved. Red tent for critical survivors. Green tents for survivors with minor injuries, and white tents for drug storage as well as disaster-handling equipment."

Bheim nodded again. "Send a message to me right away if there's anything you need."

"Okay, Your Majesty."

Chairman Rakshak immediately resigned when Braheim stopped his steps in front of the mouth of the red tent door. Seen from where Braheim is standing today, Haala is helping members of Rakshak treat the residents who are affected by burns. Indescribable face reluctant, forced, or just forming a good image, Haala really sincerely gave her time and energy.

Even despite having a standing far above Rakshak, Haala did not mind being given this order and it was even by the younger ones of her. Haala just kept running towards death, lives on the edge, and a smile lost from those who were left behind. Although Haala was initially suspected of being two-faced, but in the end the sincere one must be conveyed.

From Haala's selfless action, Braheim learned one thing. That a higher position cannot make a person just a spectator, but necessarily a share of fear, pain, and loss. Braheim still faithfully compensated for Haala's shadow secretly, despite knowing the situation within his kingdom was no less devastated than the scene of the fire.

Braheim crouched behind the sleeping Haala. "How are you doing after completely dumping me? Of course it's fine, isn't it?"

Bheim smiled as he wiped his tears. "It turns out I'm the only one who's not okay" Braheim added.

Bheim continued, "If we are reunited in the next life, I hope you choose me even if I am not good at swinging the sword."

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The indecent voice sounded very clear and without pause from within the magnificent bedroom of Queen Kumari Kandam. No need to ask what the Queen is doing. Especially if not make love to the men he brought in from the brothel, or successful men he framed to be a disposable pawn.

And this time, the man who managed to enjoy the makeup of the queen was Mausam*. It is hard to believe that a Mausam who is known to be close to the Gods is willing to prostrate himself to the pleasures of a pseudo-world. Mausam just continued to act like an animal, as if not acting even though he would lose his great title.

*Mausam* is a weather and season controller*.

The beginning of the indecent action occurred because of the fear of Jihan who did not go down despite having made Kumari Kandam covered by fire as high as the mountain. Jihan was afraid that Gaana* had managed to survive the flames, or at worst, managed to escape and get food.

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

On the advice of one of his personal servants, Jihan came to Mausam. Jihan asks Mausam to create wind to keep the fire burning in Kumari Kandam until her fear is gone. But of course Mausam refused, just before Jihan opened her legs wide.

"You can try me once as a form of apology. But you can try me as much as you want if you change your mind" Jihan said in a teasing voice.

Bheim. "Oh my God, I'm done with Kandam."

"Your Majesty, you must get out of here immediately."

"No. From today on I will fight with you" Bheim replied to the head of Rakshak.

"But too dangerous, Yes-"

"I said I would fight with you. If my people sense danger, how can I just sit quietly on my throne?" sela Braheim's.

"Well if you insist. Let's feel the danger together, Your Majesty."

Braheim smiled in response to the Rakshak chief, and ran towards the northern side of the forest which is now re-controlled by the fire of the frightened Queen Kumari Kandam. Seeing Braheim who participated in putting out the fire, the soldiers of Kumari Kandam Kingdom took the initiative to do the same.

"Faster. Don't let the fire spread" said Rakshak.

"It's not a fire we have to tame."

Chief Rakshak only turned to Braheim who had looked up earlier. "But the wind" added Braheim.

Chairman Rakshak looked up. "You're right, Your Majesty. Something is wrong with the wind. The wind on this moon shouldn't be moving west."

Bheim was silent for a moment. "Bring all residents to the Kumari Kingdom of Kandam. It's the only place that won't touch the fire."

"Then what are we going to do with the fire, Your Majesty?"

"none. Mausam would not dare to show his nose because he knew this disaster was the work of one of them. We can only pray for God to bring rain" Braheim replied.

"As per your orders, Your Majesty."

The wind was getting excited provoking the flames. Dozens of luxury horse carriages driven only by honorary guests of the Kumari Kingdom of Kandam are now changing passengers for the first time in history. There was no effort left, as the wild fire devoured anything.

Deliveries of aid from other kingdoms appeared to come one after another. Starting from the Narak Kingdom who sent giant weapons of water to extinguish the fire. Then followed by the Kingdom of Shaasvat who sent hundreds of soldiers to help speed up the process of saving the population.

But still, casualties continued to fall, and the flames continued to run rampant. Amidst the despair that began to come to everyone's heart, the last of the reinforcements came. Reinforcements that no one would ever want to believe him were other than knee-deep children.

The reinforcements were the leader of a wandering tribe, Daxraj Natesh. Although impossible to catch, Daxraj actually emerged from the flames by leading a horse. Everyone who saw the scene firsthand could only gape as they kept asking in their hearts if they had died and were in heaven.

"That's you, Braheim Bhaavesh."

Bheim chuckled, "Keep that snobbery and quickly do something, Daxraj Natesh."

"According to your more haughty orders."

ZRAASH!

And a great rain immediately flooded the land of Kumari Kandam in pain, just after Daxraj raised one hand high into the air. Everyone immediately scrambled to give thanks to God who had driven out the disaster at the beginning of the long dry season in a way that was unacceptable common sense.

ZRAASH!

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That night, witnessed by the faint shining crescent moon, the soul of a young girl was devoured by Gaana. The soul and body of the young girl, Laasya, has now been completely taken over by Gaana. In the future, Gaana swears she will no longer approach her only sister Haala in order to trick Daxraj to the end.

But what can be done. His efforts to restore strength by ascetic at the bottom of the river completely destroyed by the crazy actions of Jihan. Armed with her last remaining energy, Gaana crawled towards the Haala residence. And when he saw the food that looked very delicious served free in the middle of the bed, Gaana also ignored his vow.

Gaana, who was now residing in Laasya's body, turned to the mirror next to her. Smile that awful smile on that skinny face. A clear smile once described a million evil plans. In the future Laasya has helped Gaana a lot to demand a response, even in this time, should.

Gaana got out of bed. "The underground chamber. Ancient books belong to the ancestors of the wandering tribe. And, the contents of the future prophecy I changed, it was all through your body."

"This time Daxraj Natesh will not be able to kill us, because I killed him first" Gaana said.

Gaana stopped her steps. "But, is it true that the all-powerful Daxraj Natesh died that easily? Yeah, could have been. Because at this time he's not like ordinary people."

Gaana continued, "But what does jala*g mean to doubt me as a time controller? Could it? No. gabe. I believe Daxraj Natesh is dead. I have to eat more and confirm the truth of the word jala*g."