"Smelly brat, I'll kick your ass when this is over."

"Ha, stinking old man, at your age it's not good to overdo it."

While Bennett and Raymond had their usual bickering, Gaspar coughed to get their attention.

"Ahem, madam and young master have arrived."

After stopping his argument with Bennett, Raymond silently observed the pair of newcomers. The man seemed to be in his thirties, while the woman appeared to be around the same age as Bennett, approaching sixty.

The man was quite similar to Bennett in height and build, standing about 8 feet tall, even a little taller than Bennett. He had the same green eyes as Bennett, resembling those of a hawk. Unlike Bennett, his beard and hair were brown, with his hair wavy and his beard neatly trimmed and sharp.

Like Bennett and Raymond, he wore a Persian-style tunic with the same decorations they had. Unlike them, however, a saber with a black handle rested in a leather sheath at his side, giving him a fierce appearance.

The woman wore a completely purple robe with a pattern of an eye and a rose in the middle. She had long brown hair and deep black eyes, with a small freckle under her left eye and a kind smile. Despite her age, traces of her beauty remained.

"Father." "Husband." The two newcomers greeted Bennett and then looked at the little boy sitting next to him with clear confusion.

They had heard from Bennett about the little boy he brought back from a border village that had been looted and devastated by bandits. However, when they saw the child, they were surprised. If they hadn't been told in advance, they would have thought the little boy came from a wealthy noble family.

The boy had jet-black hair, and his equally black eyes complemented his pale, porcelain-like skin. Although his posture was casual, it was what surprised the mother and son duo the most. He was almost lying down, with his head resting on his arms on the table, but his eyes had a vigilance that did not suit his age, as if he were analyzing them.

Bennett's eyelids twitched as he saw how the brat didn't even make an attempt to greet them. Before he could reprimand him, a swift figure lifted the child from his seat and sat him on her lap. It was his wife, whose speed had not deteriorated at all despite her age. Bennett and his son were surprised, but upon observing the boy's face, which seemed as if he were being tortured, they let out a fake cough and turned their heads away.

"What's your name, little one? My name is Nazanin." As Raymond was held in Nazanin's lap, she asked him his name.

"My name is Raymond, ma'am. Nice to meet you."

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"No, no, what are you calling me 'ma'am' for? I'm your grandmother Nazanin, do you understand?" With the same kind smile with which she entered, Nazanin pulled Raymond into her embrace.

"R-got it, Grandma Nazanin." Raymond looked with a pleading gaze at Bennett, but he simply looked away as if he had nothing to do with this, clearly ruled by his wife.

Bennett Ardavan—a name that commanded utmost respect. Anyone who heard it bowed their head, for the position of High Inquisitor demanded not only intelligence and cunning but also immense strength. In this world, strength was supreme, and the one with the biggest fist always persevered.

Bennett's figure was that of a stoic, tall inquisitor—cold and abnormally strong despite his age. Even his son knew that, having experienced it since he was little. But at this moment, Aziz was completely confused. His father, always stoic, had a throbbing vein on his forehead and was audibly clenching his teeth, all because of the little boy sitting on his mother's lap, constantly calling him a "stinking old man."

For Aziz, this environment was completely new. His mother, who always maintained the composure of a lady of high society, was happily pulling on the little boy's cheeks, and Gaspar, who never changed his expression, had a small smile on his face as he watched them.

"Ahem, nice to meet you, Raymond. My name is Aziz Ardavan." Aziz decided to set everything else aside for now; introductions came first.

Raymond, who was being pulled by Nazanin's cheeks, returned the greeting, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Aziz..."

As he spoke, Nazanin pulled him a little harder by the cheeks and scolded him, "No, no, it's Uncle Aziz."

Aziz's eyelids twitched as he looked at his mother in disbelief. Her usual kind smile sent chills down his spine. "O-of course, you can call me Uncle Aziz," he stammered.

Raymond looked into Aziz's eyes and saw the same reluctant look mirrored there. Nevertheless, he responded, "O-okay, Uncle Aziz."

"Ahem, well, now that you've all introduced yourselves to the brat... ahem, Raymond, get ready for the visit," Bennett said, his voice authoritative.

Nazanin reluctantly placed Raymond back on his chair, her expression showing her displeasure at letting him go. Raymond sighed in relief, massaging his throbbing cheeks. However, upon hearing the word "visit," his sigh turned into one of exasperation. He knew it wasn't going to be pleasant for him.

Bennett's eyelids twitched as he saw the brat exhale in exasperation, but he contained his anger and ordered them to prepare for the visit. The reason for this meeting was precisely the brat next to him, with a lazy face and half-lying on the table. Bennett wanted to beat the brat to death, but the voice of the soldier at the door made him restrain himself once again.

"His Excellency High Inquisitor Farzad Kazemi, and Young Lord Nader Kazemi make their entrance," the soldier announced.

Immediately following the announcement, an old man and a young man entered the room. The old man was just as tall and muscular as Bennett, but unlike him, he was bald and had a sharp, well-groomed beard. His beard and sword-like eyebrows were white, signs of his advanced age, but his body exuded vigorous strength. The young man had brown hair and an aquiline nose, resembling the old man, especially in his brown eyes. The young man appeared to be around the same age as Raymond.

Seeing them enter, Raymond had a feeling that this breakfast was going to be very long.