Chapter 127: Chapter 125: Did I Kill My Buddy?...

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Royal Palace...

Back within the royal palace of Trivenivrata, the afternoon had slowly begun shifting toward evening.

Golden sunlight spilled across the palace corridors while cool river winds drifted gently through the carved balconies overlooking the sacred waters of the holy rivers around the kingdom.

Most of the palace remained peaceful.

Servants moved calmly through the halls.

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Royal guards continued their patrols.

Ministers carried scrolls and reports between chambers.

Yet amidst the calm routine—One particular person had begun noticing something unusual.

Queen Gandhari slowly lowered her painting brush while glancing toward the palace entrance once again.

Still no sign of Devara.

Normally she would not worry much.

After all, he had already informed her earlier that he intended to visit his mother, Ganga, within her divine domain beneath the sacred river.

And everyone close to him already knew by now that once Devara entered those waters...

Time stopped existing for him.

Still—It had become unusually late.

Gandhari softly sighed while looking toward the finished painting resting nearby.

-Sigh!

Unlike before, her skill had improved significantly over the past months.

Today she had finally completed a detailed painting of various fruits arranged upon silver plates and lotus leaves.

Mangoes. Pomegranates. Bananas. Jackfruit. Grapes.

The colors blended beautifully beneath the afternoon light.

And honestly—She felt proud of it.

Not because it was perfect.

But because she had genuinely improved through practice.

The first person she wanted to show it to naturally became Devara.

Mostly because his reactions to her paintings were always strangely enthusiastic.

Even when the paintings looked questionable.

Especially when they looked questionable.

A small smile appeared on her face remembering how seriously he once praised a painting that accidentally made a coconut resemble a battle helmet.

Finally setting the brush aside carefully, Gandhari stood.

"I’ll go check the river shore."

The attendants nearby immediately bowed respectfully.

Just as she began leaving the chamber though—Another familiar figure approached.

Rajmata Satyavati.

The Rajmata carried a small decorated container carefully within her hands while attendants followed respectfully behind her.

Seeing Gandhari preparing to leave, Rajmata Satyavati raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Going somewhere?"

Gandhari smiled lightly.

"To the river shore. Devara still hasn’t returned from visiting Goddess Ganga."

Hearing that, Rajmata Satyavati immediately nodded knowingly.

-Nod!

"That child probably forgot the existence of time again."

There was visible affection in her voice while saying it.

Then she slightly lifted the decorated container she carried.

"Good."

"I was planning to find him as well."

Gandhari glanced toward the container curiously.

Rajmata Satyavati’s expression softened.

"Prasad."

"From the temple of Lord Narasimha."

Immediately Gandhari understood the significance.

The Rajmata carefully explained further while they slowly began walking together through the palace corridors.

"The temple priests specially prepared it for Devara. And when I accepted it on his behalf..."

She lightly shook her head with faint amusement.

"...those priests looked more excited than if the deity himself had visited."

Truthfully, the priests had nearly glowed with happiness upon hearing the sacred offering would personally reach Devara.

Many temples across nearby kingdoms had already begun viewing him with growing reverence after the stories surrounding his Tandava and divine blessings spread and his already following myth of transformation to Lord Narashima.

Though Devara himself remained blissfully unaware of how worshipful people had become toward him.

Meanwhile Gandhari quietly listened while holding her painting carefully.

The two royal women slowly made their way through the palace grounds together toward the sacred river shore.

Neither of them realized what they were about to witness.

Because at that very same moment—Deep beneath the sacred waters—

Devara was currently dragging five violently struggling cursed crocodiles toward the surface while unknowingly fulfilling a century-old prophecy.

After some time...

The evening breeze moved gently across the sacred banks of the Ganga River as Gandhari and Rajmata Satyavati finally arrived at the riverside.

The golden light of sunset reflected beautifully across the flowing waters while temple bells echoed faintly from distant shrines surrounding the riverbanks.

Several royal guards were already stationed nearby.

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These were the same guards who had accompanied Devara earlier when he casually announced he was going to "visit his mother" beneath the river before diving directly into the sacred waters like such behavior was completely normal.

The guards immediately bowed respectfully upon seeing the two royal women arrive.

Gandhari quietly looked toward the flowing river.

Still no sign of Devara.

That alone confirmed one thing.

He was absolutely still inside Goddess Ganga’s divine domain.

Again.

Rajmata Satyavati softly sighed.

-Sigh!

"That child truly loses all sense of time beneath these waters."

Despite the words, there was visible affection in her voice.

Meanwhile Gandhari carefully held the rolled painting she brought with her while Satyavati carried the sacred prasad from the temple of Narasimha.

The atmosphere remained calm for several more moments.

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Then suddenly—The river changed.

The waters began violently churning.

Massive waves erupted outward from beneath the surface.

The sacred river itself shook as though something enormous was fighting deep below.

The guards instantly became alert.

Several immediately grabbed their weapons.

One of the soldiers stepped protectively before Queen Gandhari and Rajmata Satyavati while staring toward the raging waters nervously.

"What in the heavens..."

Even Gandhari’s calm expression shifted slightly now.

The river genuinely looked as though a war was taking place beneath it.

Huge currents twisted violently.

Water exploded upward repeatedly.

And every few seconds something massive seemed to move below the surface.

Then suddenly—The waters burst open.

-SPLASH!!!

Devara emerged from the sacred river.

The moment Gandhari and Satyavati saw him safely surface, both unconsciously released relieved sighs.

But that relief lasted only a few seconds.

Because immediately afterward—They noticed something was very wrong.

Devara’s hands were occupied.

Very occupied.

The young king was dragging something enormous behind him through the raging waters.

At first the shapes remained unclear beneath the splashing river currents.

Then one of the guards suddenly widened his eyes in horror.

"C-Crocodiles!"

The words instantly froze everyone present.

Not one crocodile. Multiple. And not ordinary ones either.

These creatures were gigantic.

Far larger than any normal crocodiles found within mortal rivers.

Massive scaled bodies thrashed violently beneath the water while Devara steadily dragged them toward the shore using sheer strength alone.

The guards immediately panicked.

Weapons were drawn instantly.

Several soldiers stepped backward in visible fear seeing the monstrous beasts struggling within the river.

Even Gandhari’s eyes widened in shock witnessing the scene before her.

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Beside her, Rajmata Satyavati looked equally stunned.

Because the sight before them genuinely looked absurd.

Their king—The ruler of Trivenivrata—

Was currently emerging from the sacred river while dragging five gigantic struggling crocodiles by their tails like an annoyed farmer hauling stubborn cattle.

Meanwhile Devara himself looked irritated more than threatened.

"STOP RESISTING!"

The crocodiles thrashed even harder.

Water exploded everywhere.

One of the giant tails struck the river surface hard enough to create a massive splash that drenched several guards completely.

The soldiers nearly suffered heart attacks.

"Protect the Rajmata!"

"Stand ready!"

"Those creatures are monsters!"

Yet despite the chaos—Devara continued pulling them steadily toward the shore without slowing down at all.

The veins along his arms visibly tightened from exertion while the crocodiles desperately struggled against both him and the curse itself.

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But their resistance accomplished nothing.

Because his strength was overwhelming.

Step by step—Devara dragged the five giant cursed creatures closer toward dry land.

And somewhere deep inside the hearts of the struggling crocodiles—They could already feel it.

The curse weakening.

The chains binding them to the river beginning to crack at last.

The sacred shore of the Ganga River had descended into complete chaos.

Massive waves still crashed against the riverbanks from the violent struggle moments earlier while drenched royal guards stood frozen in disbelief staring at the five gigantic crocodiles sprawled across the shore.

Some soldiers still held their weapons raised nervously.

Others simply looked spiritually defeated trying to process the absurd sight before them.

Meanwhile—

Devara finally released the tails of the crocodiles after fully dragging them onto dry land.

The young king straightened himself while catching his breath slightly.

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Even for him, dragging five gigantic cursed crocodiles from the depths of the sacred river while they actively fought against both him and destiny had required effort.

Then finally—He noticed who was waiting there.

Gandhari and Satyavati stood nearby surrounded by guards.

Immediately realization hit him.

"...Right."

His eyes widened slightly.

"The time."

Devara scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

He had completely forgotten. Again.

Honestly, if Goddess Ganga had not reminded him earlier—He probably would still be beneath the river right now aggressively playing underwater hide-and-seek with crocodiles while the entire kingdom searched for its missing king.

Meanwhile Gandhari crossed her arms lightly while staring at him.

"You disappeared for hours."

There was relief in her voice.

But also visible exasperation.

Beside her, Rajmata Satyavati sighed deeply.

-Sigh!

"One day this child will cause everyone in the palace to lose ten years of their lifespan."

Devara immediately grinned sheepishly.

-Grin!

"Sorry."

Then instantly his excitement returned.

"Wait!"

"You both need to meet my friends!"

The guards collectively looked horrified hearing the word friends used for the giant monsters currently lying on the riverbank.

Meanwhile Devara enthusiastically pointed toward the crocodiles.

"This one is my crocodile buddy."

He proudly gestured toward Varga.

"And these are its family members!"

The guards stared at him in disbelief.

One soldier quietly whispered to another:

"...His Majesty befriends crocodiles now."

The second guard looked emotionally exhausted already.

"At least they’re not Yalies1."

Meanwhile despite their caution, Gandhari and Satyavati slowly stepped forward.

Though both women still kept a very healthy amount of distance from the gigantic creatures.

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Because regardless of Devara’s enthusiasm—Those crocodiles still looked terrifying.

Massive jaws.

Ancient glowing eyes.

Bodies larger than war horses.

And scales thick enough to resemble armor.

Yet strangely enough...

None of them attacked. None moved aggressively.

They simply remained motionless upon the shore.

That was when Devara finally noticed something strange.

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All five crocodiles had flipped partly onto their sides and backs unnaturally.

Completely still as if they were dead.

No growling. No struggling.

No movement at all.

The smile slowly vanished from Devara’s face.

"...Buddy?"

No response. The young king blinked.

-Blink!

Confusion quickly turned into alarm.

"Hey."

He immediately rushed toward them.

The guards stiffened nervously while Gandhari’s expression changed as well.

Devara crouched beside Varga first and placed his hands against her massive scaled body.

Still no movement.

His heartbeat instantly quickened.

"What happened?!"

Panic flashed across his face now.

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The playful mood from earlier vanished completely.

Devara hurriedly checked the crocodiles one by one.

Feeling their bodies. Checking for injuries.

Looking for wounds.

Even the guards became confused now seeing genuine panic in their king’s expression.

Meanwhile Gandhari stepped closer carefully.

"Devara..."

But he barely heard her.

"They were fine a moment ago!"

His voice carried real worry now.

"They were struggling the whole way here!"

He moved quickly between all five crocodiles anxiously.

"Did I hurt them?"

The thought alone visibly disturbed him.

Meanwhile nearby—Rajmata Satyavati slowly narrowed her eyes.

Because unlike the panicking Devara... She noticed something unusual.

The air itself had begun changing.

The sacred shore suddenly felt...

Different. Ancient. Powerful.

And then—The bodies of the five crocodiles began glowing faintly beneath the evening sky.

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