Passing through the teleportation Magic Array, Isaac and his companions arrived at the Floating City's Teleportation Square.
The square was unusually lively. Portals flashed from time to time, and groups of lavishly dressed nobles emerged from them. As Isaac looked around for his eldest brother and the others, Mensa approached him with two groups of maids.
"Lord Isaac, this way, please."
Isaac nodded and followed Mensa away under the crowd's astonished gazes.
By now, the people in the Teleportation Square were beginning to realize what was going on. After all, one look at Isaac caused the demigod title [Madheart Sage] to appear automatically in their minds. Anyone who wasn't an idiot could work out what that meant.
Normally, there would have been nothing strange about a demigod attending this banquet. Its host was a demigod, after all. But this demigod's tier was downright bizarre!
What the hell was a fourth-tier demigod? Could someone become a demigod at the fourth tier? Wasn't it supposed to be almost impossible for a fourth-tier fighter to defeat someone at the fifth tier? Were they still dreaming?
It was precisely because Isaac had noticed this that he abandoned his search for his eldest brother and followed Mensa away, lest he cause even greater chaos. Or rather, he didn't want to witness such a chaotic scene. He preferred peace and quiet.
Sure enough, once Isaac followed Mensa out of sight, the Teleportation Square, which had gradually been settling down, erupted into heated discussion. It was livelier than a marketplace, with none of the atmosphere of a noble banquet.
That was only natural, though. After all, a fourth-tier demigod—
Challenged everything they knew.
Meanwhile, Isaac followed Mensa into a meeting room. The moment he entered, his eyebrows rose slightly. There were actually three demigods sitting in the