After seeing Sabir off while still being held in Safid Tareq's arms, Jan headed to Tareq's house with Safid Tareq. Jean looked around and was surprised to find that it was a much larger house. Safid went straight to the reception room, sat Jean on a large cushion, and then went somewhere. Sabadda, who had returned to his parents' home for the first time in a while, smiled bitterly, brought Jean a drink, and sat beside him.

"Oh, Sabadda?"

When a man entered, Sabadda sighed.

"I'm back, brother."

Sabadda said, and the man just laughed.

"Is he Jean?"

"Yes, he is."

"I heard the rumors."

The man is sitting in front of Jean, staring at him.

"Excuse me, but may I ask your name?"

Jean asked politely, and the young man froze for a moment.

"Did you hear that? He is more polite than you, Sabadda."

"Brother!"

"Hahaha."

When Sabadda complained, the man just laughed.

"Excuse me, my name is Salam Tareq, and I'm the third son here. My regular job is, at the moment, a secret."

When the man said this, Jean smiled. Maybe Salam is an assassin, Jean thought.

"Then, I'd like to introduce myself. I'm sure you've heard the rumors, but I'm Jean Prava. I don't have any particular job, but for now, I'm Mister Jahir's apprentice."

"I see. The Prava family."

Salam looked at Jean and smiled.

"Jean is my younger brother. Don't mess with him, Salam."

Suddenly Safid entered the room and warned Salam. Salam looks at Safid and laughs, then he looks at Jean.

"When it comes to Brother Safid's younger brother, then he becomes my younger brother as well. Shall we change his name? To Jean Tareq."

"Sorry."

Jean shook his head.

"I don't have that authority."

When Jean answered, Salam froze for a moment. And then he smiled.

"Alright."

Salam stood up, looked at Jean for a moment, and then walked out.

"Are you okay, Jean?"

"Yes, I am."

Safid asked, and Jean nodded.

"He's quite different, but no need to worry about him too much."

"Yes, Sir."

"Okay, here's the belt."

Safid held out his belt, and Jean took it. However, it feels soft even when worn around the waist.

"Hahaha, that's not it. Put it over your shoulder and then secure it. Like this."

Safid helped him, and Jean nodded. When he matched the sizes, he managed to get it to be just the right size. He has a hook on his back to secure a sword and a slot on his chest for a throwing knife.

"When did you use this belt, Mister Safid?"

"Call me brother."

"Ah, yes, Brother Safid."

"I used that when I was about seven years old. When I became an adult, I used a different belt."

Safid slotted each of Jean's throwing knives.

"It's easy to use if you attach it like this."

"I see."

"Even if the knife is poisoned, you don't have to worry about infecting yourself. Isn't it convenient?"

"Yes, indeed!"

Jean's eyes sparkled.

"Thank you."

"Hahaha, no problem."

Safid laughed and pinched Jean's cheek.

"Your skin is light. Just like the color of sheep's milk."

"Yes, I think so too."

"Is your mother's skin light?"

"Yes, she is."

"And your sisters too?"

"Yes, they are."

Jean nodded. Safid thought it was just as the men in the village had said. Some people on the street even started saying they wanted to propose marriage to Jean's sisters. Others say they want to propose marriage to the widow, Jean's mother. Either way, it's impossible, Safid recalled Jahir telling him at a village gathering. Not only is the location too far away, but the language is completely different. Safid thought it would be difficult unless you were prepared to die.

"Oh, I heard from Mr. Sabir that you like grapes."

"Yes, I do."

Jean nodded. It seems that the whole village already knows that he loves grapes.

"Then, would you like to go to the Tareek family’s vineyard?"

"Is it okay?"

"No problem at all."

Safid nodded. Then he picked up Jean and headed to the courtyard. There is a lush vineyard there. Although it is small, it is a proper vineyard.

There is a man inside.

Although he looked like a gardener, Jean suddenly became nervous and gripped Safid's clothes.

"What's up?"

Safid asked, noticing Jean's condition. But Jean didn't answer. His gaze kept wandering toward the vineyard.

Jean thought it was like nothing he'd ever felt before. His two grandfathers, his parents, his siblings, the people who work at his parent's home, and even the bandits since he came here, have never faced this much pressure.

What's this feeling? , thought Jean. Feeling something that he has never felt before, Jean follows his instincts and does not miss the person who gave him that pressure.

"Father!"

Safid said and the person turned around. At the same time, that feeling disappeared in an instant.

"Safid? What's wrong?"

A kind-looking man approached me and spoke in a soft tone.

"I have a child I would like to introduce to you."

Safid says with a smile, and the man looks at Jean in Safid's arms.

"Is he Jenal’s grandson?"

"Yes, he is."

"And his name is Jean?"

"That's right."

Safid nodded.

"Jean, please introduce yourself."

"Yes, but I have to get off..."

"It's fine as is."

Safid said in a low voice, and Jean looked at the man and blinked.

It's still scary, Jean thought.

"Um, I'm Jean Prava from Archia. Nice to meet you."

When Jean said nervously, the man kept looking at him without blinking.

"Prava? Isn't it Jazar?"

The man said and Jean shook his head.

"Prava. My family is the Prava family."

"I see."

The man nodded.

"Jenal is a member of the Jazar family, so I thought you were also a member of the Jazar family.''

The man smiled.

"I am Zaid Tareq, the head of the Tareq family."

He introduced himself and Jean nodded.

"Welcome home, Sabadda."

"I'm back, Father."

Sabadda greeted politely.

"Is Jean a disciple of that Jahir like Sabadda?"

"Yes, I do."

Jean nodded.

"Father, please listen. This kid is amazing. Mister Sabir of Ograt Village said that he killed 10 bandits even though he was only 4 years old."

"Huh, how did he kill them?"

"With a throwing knife coated in poison."

"I see."

When Safid said this, Zaid showed interest.

"That's talent. Good talent."

"I think so too. That's why I chose him as my younger brother."

"Then you can call yourself Jean Tareq from now on."

Zaid said and Jean shook his head.

"I don't have that authority."

"Why?"

"I··"

Jean was confused. However, Jean thought Zaid would not be convinced unless he gave a proper reason.

"I am Jean Prava, the youngest son of the main family of the Duke of Prava. I came to Urda to study."

"I see."

"I have to go home after studying."

"How many years later is that?"

"Two years later."

"Too early."

Zaid said.

"Why should you go home?"

"It's to fight in a war."

"War··"

The moment Safid and his friends heard Jean's answer, they were surprised.

"Do you have to go to war?"

"Yes, I do."

"Have you ever been to war?"

"I've never been yet."

Jean shook his head.

"Besides, I'm only four years old now."

"You'll be 6 years old in two years, right?"

"Yes, I will."

"How long does it take to get from Urda to Archia?"

"Hmm..."

Jean thought.

"My grandfather said that from Archia's port to Urda's port will take at least three months by ship. If the ship stops at various ports, it can take about six months. I don't know the exact number of days.''

When Jean answered, Sabadda had mixed feelings. Sabadda wondered if the old man was in his right mind to send a 6-year-old child to war. However, Zaid's face remained calm.

"Really."

Zaid smiled.

"Do you like grapes?"

"Yes, I do."

"Then you can eat the grapes here as you like."

"Wow! Thank you!"

Jean said happily, and Safid picked a nearby grape and gave it to Jean.

"Brother Sabadda, too."

"I'm fine. Jean, eat."

Sabadda shook his head and sighed. He thought his appetite was gone.

"Jean, it's better not to use Prava's name in front of others."

Zaid said as he harvested ripe grapes and put them in a basket.

"Why?"

"Isn't that name a secret?"

"Hmm..."

Jean tilted his head.

"My grandfather certainly told me not to say things blindly."

"In that case, you can call yourself Tareq from now on."

Zaid said with a smile.

"Jenal didn't say you could just use his family name, did he?"

"No, he didn't."

"Sabil Efrad didn’t even say it was okay to use the family name Efrad, right?"

"No, he didn't."

"In that case, you can just call yourself Tareq from now on. You are Jean Tareq."

Zaid said, and Jean tilted his head again.

"Thank you. When I get back, I will talk to the teacher. If I am told I can use that name, I will."

Zaid smiled and nodded when he heard Jean's answer.

"Did you hear that, Safid? A four-year-old child is smarter than Sabadda."

"Hahaha."

Safid only laughed when he heard Zaid's words. Sabadda also smiles bitterly and looks at Jean.

"Jean is smart. He can speak Urda's language very well, and even compared to other Urda children who are four years old, he is much better at it.''

"It seems so."

When Sabadda said this, Zaid smiled and handed the basket to Sabadda.

"Eat here tonight. I'll let Jahir know."

"Thank you."

When Zaid said that and saw Jean stuffing his face with grapes, he laughed.

“My son is cute.”

Zaid said as he left the courtyard.

"May I introduce you to my son, Jean?"

"Is it far from here?"

"It's close. Right there."

Safid laughed and walked across the courtyard and into a two-story building. Safid said the child's name to the chamberlain who came to greet him, and the chamberlain nodded and went inside. And he brought a child with him. He is older than Jean.

"Samad, say hello to Uncle Jean."

When Safid said this, Safid's son Samad looked up. He looked at Jean in his father's arms and tilted his head.

"Um, Brother Safid, I’m getting off."

"Is it okay?"

"Yes."

"Alright."

Jean smiled as Safid set him down.

"Nice to meet you, Samad."

"Ni-nice to meet you."

Samad looks at Jean nervously.

"I'm Jean. It's strange to call me uncle, isn't it?"

Jean said with a smile, and Samad just nodded. However, Safid did not change his complexion.

"Samad, listen. Jean is only four years old and has already killed ten bandits. Think about what that means."

"Yes, Father."

Samad nodded nervously. He looked at Jean, who was younger than him, in disbelief.

"And Jean is your uncle. Contact him with respect."

"Yes, Father."

Safid said and Samad nodded. Jean was about to say something, but Safid picked him up again and walked out, leaving Samad behind.

"Hmm, was that a good way to introduce myself?"

"That's enough."

Safid nodded. When Jean turns around, Samad is still in the room, staring at them. Jean waved and Samad also shook his hand.

"Samad is not even someone you can talk to now."

"Oh..."

"But from now on, if you meet him somewhere, please be kind to Samad."

"Yes, I will."

Jean nodded. Then they went again to the vineyard and remained there until the meal was ready.

After a while, the chamberlain came to inform them that the meal was ready. When Jean and the others entered the room that the chamberlain led them to, Zaid was already there. Salam and a man are next to him, talking with Zaid. When Safid and the others enter the room, they stop talking and stare at Jean.

"Jean, sit here."

Zaid said and Safid nodded and set Jean down.

"Thank you for inviting me to dinner."

When Jean said that, Zaid smiled.

"We're family, so it's natural for us to eat together, right?"

Zaid said, and Jean tilted his head. However, Zaid didn't care about that and reached out for his hand.

"Come closer."

"Yes, Sir."

Jean nodded and sat down next to Zaid. And the man sitting nearby looked at Jean and he smiled.

"My younger brother?"

He looks at Jean as he says this. Jean bowed his head politely, then looked at him and introduced himself.

"Excuse me, but may I ask your name?"

Jean asked, and the man froze.

"Salam, this guy is more polite than you, isn't he?"

"What are you talking about, brother? I complimented him first."

"Hahaha, I see. Oops, excuse me."

The man was laughing and looking at Jean.

"I'm Zaad Tareq. I'm the eldest son of this family. Nice to meet you, younger brother."

"Thank you and nice to meet you, too."

When the man introduced himself, Jean nodded politely.

"You're my younger brother, so stop acting like you're in front of the king."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Jean nodded. Jean doesn't know when he became part of this family.

"As Father said, from now on, call yourself Tareq. Don't use Prava's name in Urda. It's safer that way."

"I will do so after consulting with the teacher."

"I look forward to the outcome of the discussion."

Zaad smiled.

"Let me introduce you to the others. The second son, whom you already know, is Safid Tareq. And the third son is Salam Tareq. The fourth son is away at the moment, and his name is Sahim Tareq. I hope you can meet him while you are here, but I don't know when he'll be back either. The fifth son is Sakir Tareq over there, and he works as a security guard with Safid, so I think you'll have a chance to see each other again in the future, so remember his face."

"Yes, I will."

"Next is Sabadda Tareq, whom you already know, and he is the sixth son. Therefore, you are the seventh son of the Tareq family."

Zaad said and Jean nodded.

"Wow, what a lot of siblings."

"Hahaha."

When Jean said that, Zaad laughed.

"My children are in another house with my wife right now, so if you want to meet them, we'll arrange a place later. My unmarried sisters are also in another room, so if you want to meet them, just ask Sabadda. Okay?"

"Yes, I understand."

Jean nodded.

"Now that you've seen your brother's face, let's eat."

When Zaid said that, everyone nodded and started eating. When Jean's favorite grapes are placed on the desk, his face looks bright.