Chapter 106: Chapter 104: Visit’s From Naga Lok... Simple Wish...

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Throne Hall...

The throne hall of Trivenivrata gradually filled with people as more and more visitors were escorted inside under the watchful eyes of the royal guards.

The atmosphere inside the massive chamber felt unusual.

It was not the tense silence of political negotiations.

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Nor the loud energy of merchants or nobles arguing over influence.

Instead—It felt reverent.

Almost spiritual.

As Devara walked toward the throne and seated himself calmly, the gathered crowd looked at him with expressions that immediately made him slightly uncomfortable.

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Reverence. Devotion like he was a god or something.

Wondered did he meet them before.

Several among them looked at him the way devotees looked at temple idols during sacred festivals.

Some had tears in their eyes already.

Others folded their hands so tightly their knuckles whitened.

A few children stared at him with innocent awe.

Devara quietly raised an eyebrow at the atmosphere.

He had expected curious citizens perhaps.

Maybe travelers wanting blessings before the coronation.

But this? This felt closer to worship.

And before he could even properly ask why they had come—His gaze suddenly stopped.

Among the gathered people stood an elderly man leaning slightly upon a wooden staff.

The moment Devara saw him—His eyes widened slightly in recognition.

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Because he remembered him.

The old naga.

The same elder he had saved long ago within Naga Lok1 during the conflict involving Sarpaasura.

For a brief moment, memories resurfaced clearly within his mind.

Then suddenly—Everything clicked together.

Devara’s eyes slowly moved across the gathered crowd once more.

Now that he looked carefully...

Their clothing styles resembled one another.

The ornaments. The fabric patterns.

The serpent-shaped jewelry worn subtly by some among them.

Even the way several people carried themselves.

It all felt familiar now. These were not ordinary travelers from Bhulok.

Just as the old man opened his mouth respectfully, likely intending to remind Devara about their earlier meeting in Naga Lok1—

Devara interrupted first.

"Are you all from Naga Lok1?"

The words stunned the entire hall instantly.

The old man himself froze in visible shock.

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Several among the gathered people looked at one another in disbelief.

Because none of them had expected this.

Not only had Devara recognized them—He remembered them immediately.

The old naga elder’s eyes visibly trembled with emotion.

For beings like them, whose lives were often ignored or feared by surface kingdoms, being remembered by someone they revered carried enormous meaning.

Especially by the very man many among them had already begun worshipping as divine.

Slowly, the old naga stepped forward with shaking hands before bowing deeply.

"Yes..."

His voice carried genuine emotion.

"We are from Naga Lok, my king."

Around him, many others followed immediately, bowing respectfully toward Devara.

Some even lowered themselves completely to the floor.

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The royal guards nearby looked deeply surprised at the revelation.

Because by now stories of what happened in Naga Lok1 had spread partially through whispers and rumors, though most believed them exaggerated.

Yet seeing an entire group arrive from Naga Lok1 itself changed the atmosphere instantly.

Meanwhile the old naga slowly lifted his head again.

"We did not expect ...that you would still remember us."

Several others nodded emotionally.

-Nods!

One younger naga woman near the back quietly wiped tears from her eyes.

Because for them—This was not merely meeting a king.

This was meeting the one they believed had saved their people from destruction.

And now—The fact that he remembered them personally only deepened that devotion further.

Meanwhile Devara simply looked at them quietly for a moment before letting out a small helpless sigh internally.

-Sigh!

Because he could already feel where this situation was heading.

And he was not sure he liked becoming the center of religious devotion from yet another realm.

For a few moments after Devara recognized them as people from Naga Lok, the throne hall remained completely silent.

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The gathered nagas looked visibly emotional.

Some still seemed unable to process that the young king before them not only remembered their realm,

But also remembered one insignificant old naga among countless faces he must have encountered.

The elderly naga slowly stepped forward again.

His aged hands trembled lightly against the wooden staff he carried.

When he spoke this time, his voice carried both hesitation and deep sincerity.

"My king..."

He paused briefly, carefully choosing his words.

"We came here because ...we wished to become part of this kingdom."

That immediately caught the attention of everyone present inside the throne hall.

The old naga continued slowly.

"After hearing that you had established a kingdom in Bhulok1 ...many among us could not remain in Naga Lok peacefully anymore."

His eyes lowered slightly.

"Not because we hated our homeland."

"But because ...for the first time, we heard of a kingdom where we felt we might not be feared simply for existing."

The words settled heavily inside the hall.

Several among the gathered naga immigrants quietly lowered their heads at that.

Because fear from humans was not unfamiliar to them.

Throughout generations, many nagas who visited Bhulok hid their identities carefully or lived isolated from ordinary settlements.

Some kingdoms outright hunted serpent beings.

Others treated them as dangerous omens.

Even peaceful nagas were often forced to live cautiously among surface civilizations.

The old naga let out a tired sigh.

-Sigh!

"We were uncertain. Very uncertain."

"We did not know whether you would even allow us inside your kingdom."

A younger naga man standing near the back clenched his fists slightly before speaking softly.

"Many told us we were foolish to hope. They said humans would never truly accept nagas."

Another naga woman added quietly.

"But after hearing the stories about you... we still wanted to try."

The old naga slowly nodded.

-Nod!

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Then his expression softened with emotion.

"We arrived here weeks ago. On the very day of Maha Shivaratri."

The moment he said that, several among the crowd behind him visibly brightened remembering that night.

The old naga’s eyes themselves seemed to shimmer slightly.

"And then ...we witnessed your Tandava."

The throne hall grew quieter.

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"We witnessed the dance before Mahadev. We witnessed the descent of Shiva and Parvati. We witnessed the gods dance alongside you."

His voice shook slightly near the end.

"After seeing that ...we believed perhaps our decision to leave Naga Lok1 was not wrong."

Many of the naga immigrants nodded emotionally.

-Nod!

Some still looked overwhelmed merely remembering that divine night.

But then the old naga’s expression became hesitant again.

"Still... We feared approaching you directly."

"We worried ...that once we revealed who we truly were ...you might reject us."

The final words came out quietly.

Painfully honestly.

Because despite all their hope—Fear had never fully left them.

So instead of approaching immediately, they had spent the past weeks quietly living among the growing crowds and immigrants entering Trivenivrata, observing the kingdom carefully.

Watching its people. Watching its laws.

Watching whether the stories surrounding Devara matched reality.

And now—After weeks of hesitation—They had finally gathered enough courage to stand before him openly.

The old naga slowly bowed deeply once more.

"We do not seek special treatment. We only seek a place where we may live without hiding."

"Where our children need not fear merely because they were born as nagas."

Then he finally raised his head again.

"And so ...we came to ask whether you would allow us to become citizens of Trivenivrata."

The massive throne hall fell silent afterward.

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Not a tense silence. A heavy one.

Because everyone present understood the true meaning behind the request.

This was not merely immigration. This was trust.

The trust of an entire people who had spent generations believing they would never truly belong anywhere above the surface.

And now—All their hopes rested upon the answer of one young king seated upon the throne beneath the roaring lion banners of Trivenivrata.

The throne hall remained completely silent after the old naga finished speaking.

Hundreds of eyes rested upon Devara.

The naga immigrants waited anxiously.

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Some looked hopeful. Some fearful.

A few already seemed emotionally prepared for rejection despite gathering the courage to stand there openly.

Because deep down, many of them still carried generations of caution within their hearts.

They had spent too long being feared to expect acceptance easily.

Even several ministers inside the throne hall looked uncertain about what answer their king would give.

After all, this was not a small matter.

Allowing a large naga population to settle officially within the kingdom would inevitably attract attention from neighboring lands.

Questions. Rumors.

Fear of what he is planing to do with them.

Political reactions.

Yet unlike everyone else inside the hall—Devara did not seem conflicted at all.

He simply looked at the gathered nagas quietly for a moment.

Then answered.

"Okay."

That was it.

No dramatic pause. No long political discussion. No conditions spoken immediately.

Just—Okay.

For a brief second, the entire throne hall froze.

The naga immigrants themselves looked utterly stunned.

Several blinked repeatedly as though unsure they heard correctly.

The old naga elder stared at Devara speechlessly.

"...M-my king?"

Devara slightly tilted his head.

"You wished to immigrate to Trivenivrata. You wish to live here peacefully. So ...you are accepted."

The simplicity of the answer shattered whatever tension remained in the hall.

Emotion exploded through the gathered naga immigrants almost instantly.

Several naga women immediately covered their mouths while tears filled their eyes.

A younger naga man who had remained tense the entire time suddenly dropped to one knee in disbelief.

Others bowed deeply over and over unable to hide their happiness.

The old naga elder himself trembled visibly.

Not from fear anymore. From overwhelming relief.

Because the acceptance had come so easily...

So naturally...

That many among them did not know how to process it.

No disgust. No hesitation.

No suspicious questioning about their nature.

Just acceptance.

The old naga’s voice shook heavily when he finally spoke again.

"You... truly accept us?"

Devara looked almost confused by the repeated question.

"You came peacefully. You wish to become citizens of this kingdom."

"You are willing to live under its laws."

"So why would I reject you merely because you are nagas?"

The words struck deeply through the gathered immigrants.

For Devara, the answer genuinely seemed obvious.

But for them—Those words carried enormous weight.

Because most of their lives had taught them the opposite.

One older naga woman quietly began crying openly now.

Another younger boy looked toward Devara with shining eyes as though witnessing something impossible.

Then the realization finally settled fully among them.

They were accepted without any hesitation.

Not merely as tolerated outsiders. Not temporary guests.

But as citizens. As subjects of the kingdom.

As people under the protection of Trivenivrata.

The emotional impact of that realization spread visibly across the group.

The old naga elder slowly lowered himself fully to the ground in respect, his forehead touching the floor. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"Thank you, my king."

Around him, the others followed immediately.

The sound of dozens bowing together echoed through the massive throne hall.

And as the words "our king" and "our kingdom" began quietly spreading among the nagas with emotional disbelief—Goosebumps ran through several of their bodies.

Because for perhaps the first time in generations—They felt they finally belonged somewhere above the surface world.

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