All Chapters of Rengganis, Revenge of The Abandoned Queen: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

That night, in an old thatched-roof hut. The building belonged to Hermit Bagaspati, tucked at the very back. It was usually used to store rice, but also served as a meeting place for important matters. Several elders sat cross-legged around the table reserved for the 'sesepuh', the senior members of the community. Kayana and the other young people sat behind them. Ki Chandra guided Hermit Bagaspati forward. In the dim light, every gaze looked pitying. Seeing the humble hermit, once the role model for all his followers, in that condition was truly heartbreaking. The oil lamp flickered faintly, its flame dancing as the wind swept through.“Sugeng ndalu,” Ki Chandra began, “good evening, my brothers and sisters. Let’s begin our council.”“All of us here hope Lady Consort Rengganis is found soon, before Lord Prabu Abra or the late King Arkha’s relatives find her first. I’m afraid those in power are too consumed by greed. It’s driving them mad. Ambition that could make them destroy even

The gallant commander didn’t want to act rashly. Especially since there were elders there with more experience than him. In raw power, Khandra was definitely stronger. But for experience, Mang Damar was a shadow warrior trusted by the late King Arkha. He worked in silence, leaving no trace. Even the elders had no idea Mang Damar was the King’s shadow soldier. To them, the old man was just a weak former palace servant. Truly remarkable, like rice, the fuller the stalk, the lower it bows.“Given the commotion that’s happened, it seems a lot of parties are spying on each other,” Mang Damar answered Khandra’s question.“Might be Ki Kastara’s men. Or maybe Hermit Bagaspati’s?” Kayana chimed in.“Who knows. Let’s head back,” Khandra said.Hyat! They leapt quickly and ran back to the stall.**Meanwhile at Sidangkrong waterfall, Rengganis was trying to complete the ritual for the 'jaran goyang' chant.Jaran Goyang is a love spell, used to solve matters of the heart. It’s a type of attraction

“Argh, damn it!” A shout echoed.King Abra paced back and forth in front of the Main Palace hall. The man was stressed. He couldn’t figure out where to find Rengganis. The elders and distant relatives of the late King Arkha kept pressuring him. If Rengganis wasn’t found, they’d demand Abra marry one of the daughters from the Baskara Kingdom’s rightful royal line.That obviously made Madhavi sulk. They’d made the wrong move from the start. Getting rid of Rengganis hadn’t been the best choice, quite the opposite. Now Madhavi would rather take Rengganis back. She figured Rengganis, a weak woman they could control however they wanted, would be easier than one of the royal cousins who was definitely under pressure from the elders, given what was happening in Baskara Kingdom right now.“What am I supposed to do now!” King Abra growled, then punched the wall.“Stop hurting yourself, Your Majesty. Don’t let your emotions take over.” Ki Kastara had just entered the Main Palace and spoke up.“W

The sound of birds chirping broke the silence between Mbok Berek and the mysterious traveler she’d met. The old woman struggled to find the right excuse."Well, sir, um—" Mbok Berek began. "I got separated from my group. We’re traders from the village across the valley, sir," she answered."This forest is very dangerous, Simbok. How could you all walk through here?""Well, what else could we do? There’s no other road, is there? And if we use the main entrance to the neighboring village, the guards will tax us. But there’s no guarantee we’ll even sell our goods." Mbok Berek clutched her chest, the sadness very real. It wasn’t an act, she truly grieved, remembering the injustice she’d suffered before."Simbok, stay strong. Just pray for the best for Baskara Kingdom," the swordsman said. "I can’t escort you any farther, because we’re heading different ways now. From here, Simbok, just walk straight ahead. And never look back, remember that!" He warned her.Thud! Mbok Berek suddenly remem

Rengganis then walked over to a vendor selling woven bamboo hats. The woman took out a few coins and handed them to the seller.“Thank you, sir,” Rengganis said, then turned to leave.“May you be safe, miss,” the old, hunched man said, making Rengganis pause.“What do you mean—?”“Empress Rengganis’s portrait is posted all over town. How could we not recognize the rightful ruler of Baskara Kingdom?” The voice of a middle, aged woman came from behind her. Rengganis only glanced at her briefly.“Go to the back and change out of that outfit, Your Majesty. Before the soldiers recognize you.” Another woman’s voice spoke up.The young, beautiful woman handed her a bundle of cloth, then walked away. All of it happened like a normal market haggle, then everyone dispersed so no one would get suspicious. Rengganis was deeply grateful for her people. Touched by what the villagers had done. She looked back at the hat seller. The old man tilted his head to the right, a signal for Rengganis to hurr