Chapter 121: Chapter 119: Hatred Blind’s Them... News To Pandu...

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When the kings took the vow to destroy whole kingdom.

The temperature of the room itself seemed to drop.

The divine sabertooths beside the throne instantly rose fully to their feet with deep growls rumbling through the chamber.

Several guards immediately reached for their weapons.

And for the first time since the meeting began—Real anger appeared on Devara’s face.

Not political irritation. Not royal arrogance.

Actual anger.

Because they had not merely threatened his kingdom.

They had spoken about burning the world itself.

Burning the land. Destroying everything.

And to Devara—The earth itself was not merely territory.

It was his mother.

Goddess Bhudevi.

The pressure coming from him changed so suddenly that even the neighboring kings instinctively stiffened.

Several ministers behind them took unconscious steps backward.

For a terrifying brief moment, the throne chamber genuinely felt one breath away from violence exploding.

Even Bhishma narrowed his eyes sharply.

Because he could see it clearly now.

If the situation escalated one step further—The five rulers might not leave this chamber peacefully.

Then—

A gentle hand touched Devara’s.

Gandhari.

She had remained silent throughout most of the confrontation, but now she lightly held his hand beside the throne.

The gesture itself was small.

Yet it grounded the atmosphere instantly.

Devara’s jaw remained tight for several seconds.

The anger in his eyes did not vanish as his green.

But it stopped rising further.

Gandhari herself did not speak loudly. She simply looked toward him calmly.

And somehow that alone was enough.

Slowly, Devara exhaled.

The chamber still remained suffocatingly tense, but the immediate danger lessened slightly.

Then finally—

Devara looked toward the five rulers again.

This time his expression had become frighteningly cold.

Not loud. Not emotional. Cold.

The kind of coldness that unsettled people far more than shouting.

Then he spoke.

"Guards."

The armored soldiers immediately straightened.

"Escort the five kings and their ministers outside."

His voice remained controlled.

"Ensure they leave the kingdom respectfully."

The words themselves sounded proper.

Royal. Measured.

But the expression on his face told an entirely different story.

Because everyone inside the throne chamber could see it clearly.

If the five rulers remained before him even a little longer—

There was a very real chance Devara would stop behaving like a king entirely and personally throw them out himself.

Even Shakuni quietly stopped smiling now after seeing the look on Devara’s face.

The neighboring rulers themselves realized it too.

And for the first time since entering the throne chamber—The confidence behind their anger wavered slightly.

The guards quickly moved between both sides before the confrontation could worsen further.

Meanwhile the divine sabertooths continued staring at the departing rulers with low rumbling growls vibrating through the chamber like warnings carved into stone itself.

And seated once more upon the throne beside Gandhari—

Devara watched the kings leave with eyes colder than steel.

Because in that moment—

The conflict between Trivenivrata and the neighboring kingdoms had truly begun.

The massive doors of the throne chamber slowly closed behind the departing rulers.

For several moments afterward, nobody inside the royal court spoke.

The air still carried the tension left behind by the confrontation.

Even the guards standing along the chamber walls remained unusually alert, as though expecting the five kings to suddenly return with drawn swords instead of ministers.

The divine sabertooths beside the throne gradually settled back down again, though their golden eyes still remained watchful and restless.

One of them let out a low rumbling growl before finally lowering itself beside the throne platform once more.

Meanwhile the mood inside the court had changed completely from earlier.

The joyful atmosphere of the previous day’s coronation now felt very distant.

This was no longer celebration. This was governance.

Real governance. Threats. Borders.

Power struggles.

Kingdoms testing one another.

And everyone present understood that the confrontation just now would not simply disappear after the rulers left the palace.

The five neighboring kings had entered the chamber with greed.

But they had walked out carrying wounded pride as well.

And wounded pride among rulers often became more dangerous than greed itself.

Near one of the pillars, Shakuni quietly clicked his tongue before looking toward Devara.

"-Tch!"

For once, even the Gandharan prince no longer looked amused.

"They won’t let this go easily," he said seriously.

The entire chamber listened carefully.

Shakuni folded his arms while continuing.

"I could see it clearly in their faces. They walked out burning with hatred."

His eyes narrowed slightly.

"And hatred makes kings stupid."

That line drew silent agreement from several ministers.

Even Vidura nodded faintly at those words.

-Nod!

Because the danger now was not immediate invasion.

It was reckless retaliation.

Border raids. Attacks on merchants. Secret alliances.

Attempts to destabilize trade routes.

The neighboring kingdoms had failed politically today.

Which meant they might attempt to recover through force or sabotage later.

Shakuni stepped slightly closer toward the throne.

"Deploy troops near the borders. Especially near the river routes."

"If those fools decide to act emotionally, we should not be caught unprepared."

The throne chamber fell quiet again afterward.

Devara remained seated for a few moments, deep in thought.

Beside him, Gandhari watched him silently.

She knew him well enough already to understand something important.

The anger he showed earlier had not fully disappeared.

It was merely restrained.

Especially after hearing those kings speak about burning the world itself.

Finally Devara gave a slow nod.

-Nod!

"You’re right."

He turned toward the royal guards stationed near the chamber entrance.

"Send orders immediately."

The guards straightened instantly.

"Tighten security along all border regions. Double patrols near the river trade routes. Merchant caravans traveling under Trivenivrata’s banners are to receive armed escorts where necessary."

The guards bowed immediately.

"At once, my king."

Devara continued calmly, though the steel beneath his voice remained obvious.

"No provocation. No unnecessary aggression. But if anyone attacks our people..."

His eyes hardened slightly again.

"...respond without hesitation."

The guards struck their fists against their chests respectfully before hurrying out to carry the orders across the kingdom.

Soon the sound of movement could already be heard outside the throne chamber as messengers and soldiers rushed through the palace corridors.

The kingdom had shifted into alertness.

Not panic. Preparedness.

Meanwhile inside the court, several ministers quietly exchanged uneasy looks.

Because everyone understood something now.

The neighboring rulers had not merely come demanding taxes.

They had tested Trivenivrata itself.

And the answer they received today would spread across nearby kingdoms very quickly.

The newly crowned king was not willing to bend.

Nor was he afraid of war if forced into it.

And somewhere beyond the palace walls, as royal messengers rode toward the borders carrying Devara’s commands.

After some time...

Beyond the towering gates of Trivenivrata, the five neighboring rulers departed with expressions darker than storm clouds.

The earlier grandeur of the kingdom no longer impressed them.

Now every decorated street, every towering structure, every proud banner fluttering above the walls only added fuel to the anger burning within them.

Their humiliation inside the throne chamber still echoed inside their minds.

The massive gates behind them slowly opened to allow their forces passage outward.

Rows of soldiers from the neighboring kingdoms marched through the roads with heavy silence hanging above them.

Even their armies could sense something had gone terribly wrong inside the palace.

The ministers riding alongside their rulers avoided speaking carelessly now.

No one wished to worsen the fury surrounding the five kings.

King Rudrasena rode ahead with his jaw clenched tightly.

Beside him, Pratapaditya still looked furious enough to draw his sword at the mere mention of Devara’s name.

Meanwhile Virendra Varma remained quieter than the others.

But somehow that silence felt more dangerous.

Because unlike rage that exploded openly—His anger had sunk inward.

Cold. Calculating.

The rulers had entered Trivenivrata expecting a newly crowned young king who could still be pressured politically.

Instead—

They had walked out after being openly challenged before an entire royal court.

That humiliation cut deeply.

Especially for rulers who had spent years commanding respect from neighboring lands.

As the royal procession finally crossed beyond the outer walls of Trivenivrata, the five rulers instinctively slowed their mounts.

Behind them rose the massive fortified walls of the kingdom.

The crowned lion banners still fluttered proudly above the towers beneath the afternoon wind.

From a distance, the kingdom looked magnificent.

Alive. Prosperous. Confident.

And that sight alone made their hatred burn even hotter.

One by one, the rulers turned to look back at it.

No one spoke for several moments.

But the thoughts moving through their minds were frighteningly similar.

This kingdom had to fall. Not merely defeated.

Destroyed.

Because as long as Trivenivrata continued rising, their own influence around the sacred river regions would slowly weaken.

Its trade would expand. Its alliances would grow.

Its people would prosper.

And eventually—The surrounding kingdoms would be forced to either kneel beside it...

...or be overshadowed by it.

King Mahipala finally broke the silence with a cold voice.

"He should have bowed while he still had the chance."

Nobody disagreed.

Another ruler muttered bitterly,

"He speaks as though he already owns Bharatvarsha."

Then Rudrasena slowly looked back toward the distant walls one final time.

Hatred burned visibly within his eyes now.

"I swear... we will raze that kingdom to the ground."

The words came out almost like poison.

Beside him, Pratapaditya added darkly,

"We will erase it from history itself."

The other rulers remained silent.

But none opposed the sentiment.

Because by this point, their pride had become entangled with their political ambitions.

And prideful kings rarely walked away peacefully after public humiliation.

Soon afterward, the armies resumed moving.

The banners of the five kingdoms gradually disappeared into the distant roads beyond Trivenivrata’s borders.

Yet as they left—

The hatred they carried with them remained very much alive.

And far behind them, beyond the towering walls they wished to destroy—

The crowned lion banner of Trivenivrata continued fluttering proudly against the sky, completely unaware that the seeds of future war had now been planted deeply in the hearts of five kingdoms.

Shatashringa Mountains...

Far away from the rising political tension surrounding Trivenivrata, deep within the peaceful forests near the slopes of the Shatashringa Mountains, a completely different atmosphere existed.

There were no roaring courts here.

No political negotiations.

No armies clashing through words.

Only the quiet sounds of nature.

The forest breeze moved gently through the trees while birds called softly across the morning air.

A small hermitage stood quietly among the woods where Pandu now lived away from royal politics alongside his wives Kunti and Aathi.

Near the entrance, little Yudhishthira sat quietly watching insects move near the grass while nearby, infant Bhima rested wrapped within soft cloth beside Kunti.

Unlike Hastinapur or Trivenivrata, life here moved slowly.

Peacefully.

Or at least—It had until today.

Because a royal messenger had arrived carrying a scroll sealed with the authority of Vidura.

Pandu had initially expected ordinary updates from Hastinapur.

News of the children.

The coronation of Devara.

Political developments.

But the moment he opened the scroll and began reading—His expression changed.

The calmness slowly disappeared from his face.

His eyes moved across the written words repeatedly.

The astrologers’ predictions.

The terrifying omens surrounding Suryodana’s birth.

The storms.

The extinguished flames across Hastinapur.

The warnings that the child could bring ruin to the Kuru lineage if led astray.

And then—The part regarding Bhima.

The timing of his birth.

The strange overlap in celestial calculations.

The connection between the violent storm and the simultaneous birth of the son blessed by Vayu.

The more Pandu read—The darker his expression became.

Because he understood something immediately.

If these predictions spread carelessly through kingdoms later...

Both children could become targets.

Fear had a terrible habit of turning innocent children into symbols of disaster.

Nearby, Kunti immediately noticed the shift in his face.

Her calm expression faded.

"What happened?"

Pandu did not answer immediately.

For several long moments he simply stared at the scroll silently while the forest breeze moved through the hermitage around them.

Finally he lowered the parchment slowly.

The weight inside his eyes had become visible now.

"Astrologers..."

He spoke quietly.

"They made predictions regarding Suryodana’s birth and our son Bhima."

Kunti frowned slightly.

"...."

But when Pandu mentioned Bhima’s name afterward—

Her face changed instantly.

Even Aathi, who had been quietly arranging items nearby, looked up sharply now.

Pandu handed the scroll toward them silently.

The atmosphere inside the peaceful forest dwelling slowly grew heavier as the contents were read.

Especially the part speaking about destruction.

Bloodshed. Fate.

And kingdoms falling.

Outside, the forest still remained peaceful.

Birds still sang.

The wind still moved through the trees.

Little Yudhishthira still innocently played near the grass.

And infant Bhima slept completely unaware that astrologers across kingdoms had already begun connecting his birth to omens powerful enough to shake royal lineages.

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