Standing at the study door, Cheryl read the magic newspaper in her hands over and over, paying particular attention to the association's anti-counterfeit seal. Only after nearly wearing the paper to shreds did she half-believe that her younger brother Isaac really had become a demigod—
A Fourth Tier demigod, at that—
Of course, she wasn't surprised that Isaac had become a demigod. She knew his talent better than anyone. Her younger brother Caesar's talent was already astonishing, and the opportunities he'd encountered were nothing short of miraculous.
Yet even so, Isaac had surpassed him in a remarkably short time!
And unlike Caesar, who had received support all along the way, Isaac had relied almost entirely on himself. Although he'd received investments from a few gods, he had secured those through his own abilities.
That was why Cheryl had always been confident in Isaac's future. Even so, she had never dared imagine that he would become a demigod at the Fourth Tier!
Although Isaac had previously mentioned the threat posed by Filo becoming a demigod, Cheryl had assumed his solution would be to use his peerless talent to secure a few demigod backers in the Flesh Cult, or abandon a perfect advancement, rapidly reach the fifth tier, and then become a demigod.
That path might be difficult, but it wasn't impossible. At least with Isaac's talent, accomplishing it in a short time wouldn't be too hard. Yet—
What did he mean, a Fourth Tier demigod?
Even before her advancement, Cheryl had known how difficult it was for those at the third and Fourth Tiers to fight above their tier. After reaching the Fourth Tier herself, she understood it all the more deeply. But—
Just as Cheryl sank into thought, a magical message flew up to her. It was from Isaac.
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