Farewell

In a secluded Rakshasa Forest, where no one could find them, was the place where Arjuna and his companions were. Their princely robes had vanished, replaced by the tattered garments of ascetics. Having just escaped the Palace of Lac, Arjuna felt a surge of rage as he recalled how Dhritarashtra and Duryodhana had tricked him into the flammable Palace of Lac, intending to burn him alive.

He desperately wanted to storm the palace and kill the inherently evil Hundred Sons of Dhritarashtra, these demons in human skin. He had trusted them before, living in this palace with his mother and brothers, stepping into this place of near-death experience.

"Arjuna, there are enemies nearby."

Hearing a voice, Arjuna immediately opened his eyes and looked up to see a dark-skinned man pointing in a direction. The great archer's eyesight immediately caught sight of a figure.

"Rakshasa... Brother Yudhishthira, Brother Bhima, and Mother, get up quickly."

Arjuna roused his brothers, then said Yudhishthira a low voice, "We are in the light, our enemies are in the shadows, and we cannot let Mother be in danger. With Mother Nakula Sahadeva, the Bhima will lead the way, Arjuna, you and I will cover the rear."

Yudhishthira quickly made arrangements, and the group took Kunti away swiftly. During this time, a tear rolled down Kunti's cheek. "Look at these children," he thought. "They were once nobles, they had status and power, and any country would have respected them. But now, they are sleeping on the ground, hiding from the Rakshasa."

Arjuna, to your left.

The dark-skinned man spoke to Arjuna, and the next moment, Arjuna's arrow shot out, and a stream of blood flowed down.

"Stay on high alert, Black."

"Not even a thank you? How heartless of you, Arjuna."

"You are my servant, this is your duty, and I will praise you after the war."

"Very well, very well, servant, servant! But look at yourself now, do you look like someone who owns servants? Arjuna, how did you fall into such a wretched state?"

Hehehe, I remember, Karna seems to have founded a kingdom, right? He's probably enjoying the joy of going from a charioteer to a king right now, Arjuna. Are you planning to become a charioteer too?"

"... Shut up."

Arjuna said coldly, while in the Rakshasa Forest, Hidimba was applying medicine to his wounds. He gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath, "He inhaled a sleeping drug all night and still managed to find me? Is he even human?"

Beside him, Hidimba looked at him with a mixture of worry and reproach.

"Brother, have you forgotten what that great man warned us about? We mustn't eat people! We already have enough fruit, and people are even grazing their livestock in the Rakshasa Forest. How can you attack these people who have strayed into this place? Why don't you just drive them away?"

"Shut up, Hidimba! What's the big deal? I'm starving! Rakshasa doesn't eat people, is it still Rakshasa?"

These two were the Rakshasa siblings, Hidimba and Hidimba, whom Bai Mo had just encountered upon arriving in this world. Now, Hidimba had completely disregarded Bai Mo's warning.

The Raven Runes left behind by Bai Mo let out a warning cry before spreading its wings and flying away.

"Brother!" Hidimba, seeing this, wanted to dissuade them, pointing to the departing ravens and implying that they had disappointed that person, and perhaps disaster was imminent.

"To hell with it! We've never needed this stuff. This isn't how Rakshasa live. Hidimba, I command you to lure these people here, bring them here, and then..."

Hidimba's gaze fell on the leader of the Bhima.

My God, this guy is a real beast, all solid muscles. You can smell the pungent aroma of his unwashed flesh right here. Those strong thighs and that bouncy butt are so tempting.

Hiss, Hidimba was already getting impatient.

Hidimba had no choice but to go, but when she transformed into a woman and saw Bhima, her heart skipped a beat. This handsome, burly man with a dark complexion stirred something within her.

Meanwhile, Bai Mo had already left the Kingdom of Panchala. During that time, almost everything had been resolved, and he was preparing to return to check on the progress of Karna's construction. As for the Black Princess, she would be treated like a precious daughter by King Drupada for the foreseeable future.

Just as he was about to leave, a figure appeared at the city gate. Looking at the newcomer, Bai Mo's eyes showed some doubt:

"Master Drona? Why aren't you drinking and having fun with your old friend King Drupada, with whom you've reconciled, or going to report to Ashwatthama you're safe? What are you doing here looking for me?"

The newcomer was none other than Drona, who was smiling broadly at Bai Mo and bowing with his hands clasped together.

"I've come to thank you for your kindness. Others may not see it, but I did. When the war wheel came flying, it was you who protected my friend. Moreover, the reconciliation with the King Drupada wouldn't have been possible without your help."

"I'm not helping you; I'm just acting in the best way I can think of. Failing to stop the King Drupada will only lead to war, and the outcome will be worse."

Bai Mo shook his head. He would only choose the most stable and bloodless method. Peace was more conducive to the consolidation of the Dharma, as evidenced by the Yuga Clock in his hand.

"I understand now. You are a follower of the Dharma. And if I remember correctly, you are also Karna's teacher. If I have the opportunity in the future, I would like to visit that Sweetness City."

"Are you addicted to making peace with past grievances?" Bai Mo said helplessly, then left with a "whatever" in his voice.

On a hill in Kampilya, Draupadi stood atop the hill, gazing in the direction where Bai Mo had disappeared into the distance. Suddenly, a golden figure approached.

"Draupadi."

Krishna slowly approached, and Draupadi bowed to him. Then, Krishna asked in an exaggerated tone, "Draupadi, I have come here to ask you a question, which only you can answer for me."

"Draupadi, what spell do you possess to stop that terrible war wheel?"

Draupadi gave a helpless smile and said, "Krishna, how could I possibly possess such a magical spell?"

"How is that possible? Everyone says you stopped the warships that were charging at your father. Now, countless people in the city hope to have a daughter as blessed as you."

"It wasn't me..." Draupadi murmured, her gaze still fixed on the distance. She continued, "When I faced that thing, I was terrified. I wasn't the one who stopped that war wheel; I only managed to catch a glimpse of its back."

"Oh, that's really strange."

Why do you say that?

"When a mother is in danger, her son stands in front of her. When a wife is in danger, her husband stands in front of her. But when a daughter is in danger, her father stands in front of her."

"What are you talking about? My father was right behind me at the time."

Krishna laughed and then said, "Draupadi, why are you called Draupadi? Who gave you this name?"

"That's of course, Father..." Draupadi paused, realizing what was happening, and froze. Krishna stepped forward and said to her:

"Fate is fair; your father gave you the destiny of a tool, but another gave you the blessing of humanity, Draupadi. You are not blessed because you are blessed, but blessed because you are blessed."

When your original father failed you, fate compensated you by giving you a loving father.

"But... what should I do? What will my father think? If I don't tell him, how can I fulfill my duties as a daughter to him?"

Draupadi was stunned, unable to accept it for a moment, while Krishna smiled and patted her on the shoulder, comforting her:

"No need to worry, just accept it. The name Draupadi means daughter of the King Drupada, but if you disregard the human-given meaning, this is your name."

All you need to know is that when the warships rush towards you, your father will stand before you. Even if you can't see his face, you should know that it is the back of the father who gave you your name.