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The sculpture chamber slowly returned to its rhythm after the brief excitement caused by Devara’s arrival.

The students once again focused on their carvings while the instructor continued moving between them with practiced patience, occasionally correcting hand positions or explaining how pressure and angle changed the life within a sculpture.

Devara himself remained quietly attentive while listening.

Truthfully, he enjoyed moments like this far more than many royal ceremonies.

There was something peaceful about watching knowledge pass naturally from one generation to another.

No politics. No hidden schemes.

Just learning.

Nearby, one older apprentice carefully carved the folds of a stone garment while the instructor explained how statues should carry emotion through posture rather than detail alone.

"Anyone can carve eyes,"

The instructor said while adjusting the student’s work slightly.

"But making stone feel alive..."

"That is where true artistry begins."

The words made several students pause thoughtfully.

Even Devara found himself listening with genuine curiosity.

Then quietly, almost unnoticed amidst the sounds of chisels and scraping stone, a royal guard entered the chamber.

The soldier moved carefully so as not to disturb the students before approaching Devara respectfully from the side.

"My king,"

He whispered softly.

Devara turned slightly toward him.

The guard leaned closer, lowering his voice further.

"The guests from the neighboring kingdoms have begun arriving one after another."

The moment he noticed a few nearby students beginning to look toward them curiously,

Devara subtly gestured with his fingers for the guard to lower his voice even more.

The soldier immediately understood and continued almost silently.

"The royal family of Hastinapur has arrived."

That alone would have been enough to draw attention.

But the guard continued.

"The royal family of Gandhara has also entered the kingdom."

A faint smile appeared on Devara’s face hearing that.

It had been some time since he last saw King Subala and the others personally.

Then the guard added the final piece of news.

"And from Mathura ...Queen Devaki and King Vasudeva have arrived with their child."

For a brief moment, Devara’s expression softened noticeably.

"...."

Because among all the arriving royal families and political guests—That particular arrival carried something warmer.

More personal.

He still remembered clearly the chaos surrounding Kamsa’s downfall and the suffering Devaki and Vasudeva had endured before finally receiving peace.

Now they were arriving freely to attend his coronation with their child safely beside them.

That alone felt meaningful.

Devara gave a small nod toward the guard.

-Nod!

"I understand."

The guard bowed immediately before stepping back respectfully.

Meanwhile nearby, the sculpture students had clearly become curious despite pretending otherwise.

Several were trying very hard to continue carving while secretly listening.

One younger student even nearly chipped his statue after becoming distracted.

The instructor immediately smacked the back of the boy’s head lightly.

-SMACK!

"The king’s guests will not fix your crooked carving."

The chamber burst into soft laughter instantly.

Even Devara chuckled hearing that.

-Chuckle!

"...."

Then finally he turned toward the master sculptor and folded his hands respectfully.

"I must take my leave."

The older artisan bowed deeply.

"The Gurukul is honored by your visit, my king."

Devara looked once more around the chamber.

At the students. At the unfinished statues.

At the young generation slowly shaping both stone and themselves.

Then with a faint satisfied smile, he finally stepped out from the artistic division and began making his way back through the sprawling Gurukul grounds.

Outside, the atmosphere of Trivenivrata had already begun changing rapidly.

The coronation guests were arriving.

Royal banners from different kingdoms fluttered across the roads.

Foreign soldiers and nobles entered through the massive gates under heavy security while crowds gathered excitedly throughout the streets trying to catch glimpses of the arriving dignitaries.

The kingdom itself seemed to pulse with anticipation.

Because tomorrow—

The young ruler who had already shaken Bhulok1 before even wearing a crown...

Would officially ascend the throne of Trivenivrata before kings, sages, warriors, merchants, and the eyes of the world itself.

As the royal processions moved deeper into Trivenivrata, the reactions from the arriving kings, nobles, soldiers, merchants, and attendants slowly shifted from curiosity...

To genuine disbelief. Of what they were witnessing.

"...."

"...."

"...."

Even those who had heard exaggerated stories during their journey found themselves stunned once they finally witnessed the kingdom with their own eyes.

The city did not merely look wealthy.

It looked alive.

The roads were broad and clean, carefully designed so even large caravans and royal convoys could move without collapsing into chaos.

Water canals flowed calmly beside many pathways carrying clear river water throughout sections of the city.

Stone bridges crossed over them elegantly while flowering trees lined the streets casting dancing shadows beneath the afternoon sunlight.

Temples rose beautifully across different districts, their carved towers shining beneath banners carrying the crowned lion emblem of Trivenivrata.

Markets overflowed with goods from different lands.

The scent of flowers, incense, cooked food, wet stone, river breeze, and fresh fruit mixed together throughout the city.

And everywhere—There was order.

That alone unsettled many experienced rulers more than the beauty itself.

Because building beauty was possible.

Building organized beauty in a newly established kingdom?

That was far more frightening.

The soldiers escorting various royal families found themselves constantly looking around instead of maintaining strict discipline.

Some openly whispered among themselves while passing through the city.

"Is this truly a new kingdom?"

"How was all this built so quickly?"

Even hardened commanders who usually ignored architecture stared openly at the massive walls, water systems, and structured districts surrounding them.

"...."

"...."

"...."

The harbors especially attracted attention.

The three sacred rivers surrounding the kingdom created a natural magnificence difficult to describe properly. Ships moved steadily across the waters while guarded watchtowers overlooked the flowing river routes.

Some visiting ministers quietly began recalculating the economic value of the kingdom in their heads.

And the answers they reached only made them more uncomfortable.

Meanwhile inside the royal procession from Hastinapur, even Dhritarashtra and Madri remained visibly stunned.

"...."

"...."

The last time they had seen Devara personally was during the earlier events surrounding his marriage with Gandhari.

After that, they had been forced to remain away because of Madri’s pregnancy and the eventual birth of their children.

So although they heard reports and stories continuously—Seeing the kingdom directly felt entirely different.

Madri slowly looked out from the royal carriage while holding little Dushala carefully in her arms.

Her eyes moved across the passing scenery with amazement.

"I thought the stories were exaggerated..."

She admitted softly.

Nearby, Ambika quietly smiled.

"Well I told you."

Even Dhritarashtra, who usually maintained a composed royal demeanor, found himself studying everything with unusual focus.

The canals. The district planning. The disciplined patrol routes.

The marketplaces.

The people themselves.

Most shocking of all—The atmosphere of hope visible throughout the kingdom.

There was excitement in the streets.

Energy.

The people genuinely looked proud to belong there.

That was not something easily created through fear or propaganda alone.

Meanwhile the royal family from Gandhara reacted similarly.

King Subala remained unusually silent while observing the kingdom around him.

"...."

Because now he finally understood why the reports arriving from spies and merchants had sounded almost unbelievable.

The place truly felt different.

Even the architecture itself carried identity rather than random expansion. The city looked planned carefully from the beginning instead of growing chaotically like many ancient capitals.

"...."

Prince Shakuni meanwhile wore a grin while watching his family’s reactions.

He had already experienced the kingdom personally for months.

Now seeing everyone else stunned brought him endless amusement.

At one point he casually leaned toward one of his brothers and said proudly:

"I told you all earlier."

"You thought I exaggerated."

His brother stared at the passing scenery before muttering honestly:

"You undersold it."

That alone made Shakuni burst into laughter.

"-Hahaha!!!"

Even ordinary soldiers accompanying the royal guests could not stop looking around constantly.

Some stared openly at the disciplined infrastructure.

Others whispered about the temples.

Many looked shocked seeing people from different communities living together without obvious division or fear.

And as the enormous royal processions continued moving deeper into the heart of Trivenivrata beneath fluttering lion banners and the watch of towering walls—

One thought quietly formed within the minds of nearly every visiting ruler and noble alike:

This kingdom was no longer merely a rising power.

It was becoming something far greater than they originally expected.

The arrival of the royal guests transformed the royal palace of Trivenivrata into a sea of movement and conversation.

Rows of attendants moved continuously through the vast palace corridors carrying luggage, ceremonial gifts, trays of refreshments, scrolls, and travel necessities for the visiting royals.

Soldiers from different kingdoms stood stationed respectfully within designated areas while palace officials guided the arriving guests toward their assigned quarters.

The guest quarters themselves left many visitors speechless.

Rather than treating foreign rulers like temporary burdens, the palace had prepared every section carefully according to the status and needs of the arriving kingdoms.

Spacious chambers overlooking canals and gardens had been arranged with flowing water access, private attendants, resting areas, and even personalized food arrangements depending on regional customs.

Many visiting nobles quietly admitted among themselves that they had rarely been hosted with such consideration even by older established kingdoms.

Meanwhile, within one of the large inner courtyards connected to the royal guest halls, an amusing scene was unfolding.

Prince Shakuni currently stood before his mother while looking thoroughly defeated.

"...."

The Queen of Gandhara held his chin firmly while inspecting his face like a disappointed general reviewing a failed soldier.

"You became thinner."

Shakuni immediately protested.

"Mother, I did not."

"You did."

"I did not."

"You absolutely did."

Nearby attendants struggled not to laugh.

The queen narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

"Were you even eating properly here?"

Shakuni looked personally offended by the accusation.

"I eat magnificently."

His mother snorted softly.

"You speak like someone who skipped half his meals."

Prince Shakuni opened his mouth to defend himself further, only for his mother to continue mercilessly.

"And why are your eyes darker?"

"Do you sleep?"

"Or do you spend entire nights roaming this palace causing trouble?"

That instantly made several nearby brothers look away trying not to laugh openly.

"...."

"...."

"...."

Because the accusation sounded painfully believable.

Shakuni dramatically placed a hand over his chest.

"Mother, your trust in your son wounds me."

"It should."

The response came instantly.

Before Prince Shakuni could continue his tragic performance, another voice entered the conversation gently.

"Queen of Gandhara."

The queen turned immediately.

Approaching them were Devaki and Vasudeva.

Devaki carried her child carefully in her arms while Vasudeva walked beside her calmly.

The moment the Queen of Gandhara saw them, her expression softened warmly and she stopped interrogating her son immediately.

"Devaki,"

She greeted with a graceful smile.

Devaki respectfully returned the greeting.

Though time had passed since the fall of Kamsa, the gratitude within her heart toward those who had stood beside her family during that dark period had never faded.

Especially toward those who supported Devara during the conflict.

Without them—Her child might never have lived peacefully.

The women exchanged respectful pleasantries for a moment while the surrounding attendants quietly stepped back to give them space.

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