Peace had returned to Anga village.
The shadows that once loomed over its quiet fields had been lifted. Justice—though harsh for some, like Landlord Hari and those who abetted the three brothers in their crimes—had finally been delivered. To the rest of the villagers, it felt like the end of a long nightmare, one in which every breath might have been their last. Now, they were free—no longer prisoners in their own land.
The people of Anga were simple, kind-hearted folk, unafraid to show their gratitude. To Aman and Mei Wei, they offered not just thanks but reverence. Songs were sung in their names, and joy spilt through every corner of the village. The arrival of the King, his Consort, and the young Prince only deepened the sense of celebration. For a few precious days, Anga lived as if caught in the middle of a grand festival.
But all stories must move forward.
