Zakarili teased his younger sister, "Little sister, it's time to eat, no one will take care of you now!"

Azan was very embarrassed to be exposed by her brother in public. Shyly, she untied her scarf and wrapped it around the top of her head like her brother. Now the siblings looked quite coordinated.

Azan's appearance was not of the delicate type. She looked a bit fierce, with upturned eyes, high cheekbones, and thick lips. Her skin was also dark. From her eyes, one could see that although the girl was a bit fierce, she had a sincere heart and kind nature.

Her face was filled with confidence and determination, which made her very charming. With this look, she could be described as "handsome".

"Hey, what do you think of my sister's looks?" Zakarili asked Garlande with a grin.

"Oh...not bad," Garlande replied awkwardly. He wasn't one to compliment people, and the question took him by surprise. He would never go around asking others how his own sisters looked.

Apart from her handsome face, Azan also had a very fit figure with alluring curves. Under her brisk outfit, one could make out her small waist and plump calves.

"Not just not bad, she's super gorgeous!" Saghi exclaimed while clapping, "None of the girls in our tribe are as beautiful and amazing as my big sister!"

"You little rascal sure know how to appreciate," Azan said as she tapped Saghi's forehead. The two got along very well, chatting and laughing. They deliberately kept their distance from the two older brothers.

"Hey," Zakarili nudged Garlande with his elbow, "speaking honestly, what do you think of my sister? Compared to the princess you guys are looking for, how is she?"

"I haven't seen the Princess of Gheldan," Garlande replied expressionlessly.

"You haven't seen her?"

"I have not." Garlande's frank response gave the impression that he was very guileless. Though he wasn't actually as ingenuous as others presumed—he simply lacked interest in such topics.

Zakarili put his arm around Garlande and patted his shoulder, saying: "You know, the princess of our Gheldan, she's just 'not bad', a bit dark, quite fierce, just like my sister here."

"It's her?" Garlande suddenly realized why the siblings had acted so awkward earlier. So they were the ones his brother Saghi wanted to visit.

"Let me tell you," Zakarili whispered, "My sister used to be quite difficult. But you know, she's got a big butt, good for bearing children. Marrying her would be the right choice."

The sister overheard this and scolded her brother severely again.

After eating their fill, everyone immediately fell asleep, exhausted. They all slept soundly through the night.

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In the morning, Garlande awoke first. He wanted to organize the luggage. Zakarili, who slept beside him, was also roused by his movement. Not far away, the younger brother and sister were bundled under thick blankets, still sleeping sweetly.

Zakarili still had more to say, pulling Garlande to continue: "Let me tell you, this marriage, my sister is very satisfied. And I'm also very satisfied. In the future, we'll be like close brothers..."

Garlande was irritable in the early morning. Hearing this, he frowned and said, "Who's going to be like close brothers with you? What does your marriage have to do with me?"

Suddenly Zakarili's expression also changed: "Are you unsatisfied with my sister?"

"Is there some misunderstanding between us?" Garlande asked back. The two stared at each other speechlessly for a moment.

Zakarili was the first to realize the root of the problem. He asked in a low voice, "Between you two, who is the prince that is to marry my sister?"

"My brother Saghi," Garlande pointed out at the two still sleeping soundly. Zakarili was stunned at first, then covered his face with his hand, lost in thought.

"I thought your brother was just a child... To let them sleep so intimately like that. You must absolutely not speak of this matter!"

"Oh."

But Zakarili still felt uneasy and asked again, "How can a prince have an older brother?"

Garlande thought it was a strange question. "Why can't a prince have an older brother? If Saghi becomes a prince, do I have to smash my head to death?"

"I'm the eldest son in my family, I'm also the prince of the tribe. The chieftain usually establishes the first son as heir," Zakarili explained. "Unless..."

"Unless what?"

"You're the son of a concubine?"

The question came back to Garlande's background again. He was too lazy to answer such questions. Just to clarify the misunderstanding with Zakarili, he reluctantly replied: "It's not like that. I'm Saghi's cousin, my mother is the chieftain's younger sister."

This explained everything clearly.

"I see. Hmm, this makes things difficult." Zakarili heaved a long sigh. It was unclear what he was plotting.

The two got up and woke Gwinck as well, preparing breakfast before waking the younger siblings. Azan was very happy all morning, holding Saghi's hand, chatting and laughing. After breakfast, they continued on their way, with the boys walking while Azan rode Saghi's horse.

After walking a stretch more, they could see the carriages and horses that Zakarili and his sister had left by the roadside earlier. Saghi ran happily ahead. Zakarili watched over the tiger skin while whispering privately with his sister. When the siblings caught up, Azan's expression had completely changed—no longer smiling or speaking.

Zakarili patted Saghi's shoulder and asked, "Saghi, you haven't met my father before right?"

"No."

"Then let's go to the tribe and you can meet him! Also, we discussed and the tiger skin is yours now. Bring the skin and ask my father for my sister's hand!"

"Wow, really? That's great!" Saghi smiled innocently.

"Anyway, you take the tiger skin to ask for her hand, and the skin will eventually end up back in my sister's hands. Isn't that right!" As Zakarili spoke, he glanced over at Azan. The girl turned her head away, ignoring him.

"Yes, yes!" Saghi was overjoyed and ran ahead again. Meanwhile, Zakarili looked at Garlande with strange eyes.

"Are you married?" Zakarili asked suddenly.

"Why ask this... No," Garlande replied.

"How about a sweetheart?"

"None."

Zakarili then stopped asking.

"What, you have another sister you want to introduce to me?" Garlande asked sarcastically.

"My precious sister, she's my one and only," Zakarili replied in a strange tone. "Usually as her brother, I'll try every way to get her what she wants."

Garlande laughed wryly and played along, "My brother doesn't need me as his brother to worry for him. He's got everything, and lives luxuriously. I only accompany him out to play occasionally."

Then he turned and said to Zakarili, "Your sister marrying him is also a blessing. He's the only son in the family, doted on by the chieftain. Life in the chieftain's home is comfortable, with servants attending to daily needs. Her married life will not lack."

Zakarili sneered, "Oh really."