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Next Day...

The day before the grand coronation of Devara, while the entirety of Trivenivrata remained drowned in celebration and preparation,

Devara himself chose to spend the morning away from the palace festivities.

Instead of overseeing decorations, royal rituals, or diplomatic receptions, he rode quietly toward one of the places he considered the true foundation of his kingdom’s future.

The Gurukul complex...

The Gurukul had been one of Devara’s earliest major projects after establishing the kingdom.

Unlike traditional centers of learning that focused almost entirely on scriptures, warfare, or noble education, this institution had been designed with a far broader vision.

Knowledge itself was treated as a pillar of civilization.

Not merely birthright.

As Devara entered the sprawling campus, the sounds of activity echoed across the large educational grounds.

Students moved from one section to another carrying wooden tablets, farming tools, sculpting instruments, practice weapons, paint brushes, and scrolls.

The Gurukul itself resembled a small organized township more than a single educational hall.

Every section had been constructed according to its purpose.

One area focused entirely on agriculture.

Large open farming plots allowed students to study soil, irrigation, seasonal crops, seed preservation, and cultivation techniques directly through practice rather than theory alone.

Experienced farmers and agricultural masters personally supervised the students while explaining how different river waters affected fertility.

Nearby stood the pottery section, where rows of students shaped clay carefully under the guidance of veteran artisans.

Wheels spun continuously while instructors corrected posture, hand pressure, and heating techniques for kiln work.

Further ahead, the sounds of hammering and stone cutting echoed from the architecture and sculpture divisions.

Young apprentices worked under master craftsmen learning temple carving, structural balancing, pillar designs, and statue creation.

Half-finished sculptures of gods, kings, animals, and mythological beings stood all around the yards like silent observers watching the next generation learn.

Devara slowed slightly while observing everything.

"...."

This was exactly what he had envisioned.

Not merely a kingdom of warriors.

But a kingdom capable of sustaining itself through skill, discipline, and knowledge.

Every instructor teaching there had been selected carefully based on genuine experience.

Devara had offered generous salaries and proper living arrangements to attract talented Guru’s from different lands.

But alongside the rewards came strict expectations.

No laziness. No neglect toward students.

No treating teaching like ceremonial duty.

Anyone unwilling to genuinely teach would be removed immediately regardless of reputation.

And because of that, the quality of learning inside the Gurukul had begun earning attention even beyond Trivenivrata already.

As Devara continued walking through the grounds, the atmosphere shifted slightly near the martial training section.

The sharp sounds of wooden weapons clashing echoed through the air.

Students moved in disciplined formations while instructors barked corrections constantly.

At the center of the training grounds stood Dronacharya himself.

Tall, composed, and carrying the unmistakable aura of a master warrior-scholar,

Drona supervised the students with intense focus.

Every stance, every strike, every foot placement was observed carefully beneath his sharp eyes.

Beside him stood his son Ashwatthama, who assisted with the more advanced trainees.

Unlike many expected,

Devara had not merely hired Drona as a temporary instructor after their earlier arrival in Trivenivrata.

He had entrusted him with immense responsibility.

The martial division of the Gurukul itself.

And beyond that—A position within the royal court.

That trust alone had shocked many kingdoms earlier.

Because Drona and Ashwatthama were not ordinary men.

Both carried immense martial knowledge and battlefield value.

Yet Devara had openly placed confidence in them without paranoia or constant oversight.

Something Drona himself had quietly noticed and respected deeply.

As Devara entered the training grounds, the students immediately paused and bowed respectfully.

Drona too stepped forward and folded his hands.

"My king."

Devara returned the gesture with a small smile.

"I came to see how the students are progressing."

Drona’s stern expression softened slightly.

"They are learning well."

Then after briefly glancing toward the students practicing nearby, he added.

"Especially because many among them understand this opportunity may never have existed elsewhere."

That statement carried truth.

Inside this Gurukul, talent mattered more than birth.

A farmer’s child could learn architecture.

A merchant’s son could study martial arts.

An artisan’s daughter could learn literacy and administration.

Though the system was still young and imperfect, it had already begun changing lives slowly.

Meanwhile, not far from the martial grounds, another section focused on literacy and foundational education.

There, seated beneath shaded open halls surrounded by rows of attentive children, was Kripi.

With remarkable patience, she guided young students through reading, writing, and basic knowledge.

Unlike Drona’s intense training grounds filled with shouted corrections and weapon strikes,

Kripi’s section carried a calmer atmosphere.

Children repeated letters carefully while assistants moved between rows correcting writing techniques on palm-leaf manuscripts.

When Kripi noticed Devara arriving, she respectfully stood alongside the students.

But before formalities could continue too far, Devara simply gestured gently for everyone to continue.

Because standing there, watching the children learn beneath the open skies of Trivenivrata—He felt something far more important than pride over an upcoming crown.

He felt hope. Real hope.

Because kingdoms were not built only through armies, wealth, or divine blessings.

They endured through what they passed onto the next generation.

And as the sounds of learning echoed across the Gurukul grounds beneath the warm sunlight of Trivenivrata, Devara quietly felt that perhaps...

This place might one day become one of his kingdom’s greatest strengths.

"...."

"...."

"...."

The literacy hall remained peaceful compared to the louder training grounds outside.

A soft breeze moved through the open-pillared classroom while rows of children sat cross-legged upon woven mats holding palm-leaf manuscripts and wooden writing tablets.

Some students carefully practiced letters while others listened attentively to Kripi as she taught them foundational lessons.

Unlike the martial fields where discipline rang through weapon clashes and shouted commands, Kripi’s classes carried warmth.

Patience.

The kind of calm atmosphere where children slowly learned to ask questions without fear.

As Devara walked past the open classroom corridor, one young student raised his hand curiously.

"Guru Mata,"

The child asked innocently,

"why do we perform Saraswati pooja before studying?"

The question made several other children look up with equal curiosity.

Kripi smiled softly hearing it.

"...."

The gentle expression on her face immediately reminded many why students naturally felt comfortable around her.

She slowly placed aside the palm-leaf manuscript she was holding before answering.

"We pray to Goddess Saraswati because she represents knowledge itself."

The children listened carefully.

"She is the goddess of wisdom, learning, music, arts, and understanding."

Then Kripi’s tone softened further.

"But more importantly... She reminds us that knowledge is not meant to belong only to a few."

That immediately caught Devara’s attention outside the chamber.

He paused near the open doorway quietly listening.

Inside, Kripi continued calmly while the children focused entirely on her words.

"Knowledge is like the light of a lamp. If you use one lamp to light another ...the first lamp loses nothing."

Several students nodded slowly trying to understand.

-Nods!

Kripi smiled seeing their expressions.

"Goddess Saraswati symbolizes that everyone has the right to learn. What matters is not where someone is born ...but whether they are willing to work hard and prove themselves worthy of the knowledge they seek."

The words settled deeply inside the classroom.

And outside the doorway—Devara felt a faint smile appear unconsciously on his face.

Because those ideals were exactly why this Gurukul existed in the first place.

For a moment he simply stood there quietly.

"...."

Then eventually he felt like he should add something.

So lightly knocking against the open wooden frame of the classroom door, he drew everyone’s attention.

-Knock!

The moment the children saw who stood there—The entire atmosphere exploded with excitement.

"It’s the king! King Devara!"

Several children nearly stood up too quickly in surprise while others stared at him with wide shining eyes.

Even some older students looked visibly thrilled.

Meanwhile Kripi simply smiled warmly.

Not formally. Not nervously.

But with the affectionate calmness of someone who had known him long before crowns, kingdoms, and divine stories surrounded his name.

After all, she had watched him since childhood through his friendship with Ashwatthama.

To her, beneath all the titles—Part of him still remained that young boy.

Devara entered the classroom respectfully before immediately bowing down and touching Kripi’s feet.

The students watched with surprise.

Because their king, whom many across Bhulok already spoke about like a legendary figure, showed complete humility before their teacher.

Kripi lightly placed her hand over his head affectionately in blessing.

"May wisdom guide you always,"

She said softly.

Then after he straightened, she gave him the same motherly smile she often used toward Ashwatthama himself.

"You came at the perfect moment."

Several children now looked even more excited, whispering among themselves eagerly.

One bold student immediately asked.

"Will the king teach us something?"

The classroom burst into small laughter.

Devara himself chuckled lightly before glancing around at the eager faces watching him.

-Chuckle!

Then after a moment of thought, he slowly sat down among them instead of standing above them.

That alone made the students stare even more.

Because their king sat with them like an ordinary teacher rather than upon a raised seat.

Devara looked toward the child who had asked the earlier question.

"You asked about knowledge."

The child nodded quickly.

-Nod!

Devara folded his hands loosely while thinking for a moment before speaking.

"Knowledge is one of the few treasures that grows when shared."

The classroom quieted immediately.

"If you lock gold away ...only one person benefits. But if you teach knowledge to another person ...both become stronger."

Several students listened intently now.

"...."

"...."

"...."

Devara picked up a small clay lamp resting near the classroom pillar.

"Hear what Guru Mata Kripi said earlier carefully."

He lit the lamp using another nearby flame.

Then using the newly lit lamp, he ignited a second one beside it.

"Did the first flame become smaller?"

The children shook their heads.

"No. In fact, now there are two lights."

He placed the lamps back gently.

"That is what true knowledge is."

Then his expression softened slightly. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"Knowledge teaches people how to farm."

"How to heal. How to build. How to protect. How to think. How to question. How to avoid becoming cruel."

The final line made even Kripi glance toward him thoughtfully.

Meanwhile the children remained completely absorbed in his words now.

Devara looked around the classroom once more before continuing quietly.

"A kingdom becomes strong not only because of soldiers or wealth. It becomes strong when its people learn. When they understand. When they stop fearing wisdom."

Outside, the sounds of distant training and Gurukul activity continued beneath the sunlight of Trivenivrata.

But inside the small literacy hall—For a brief while—The soon-to-be crowned king simply sat among children and spoke about knowledge like a teacher rather than a ruler.

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