"The Flesh Cult? The wizard organization the Grand Princess joined? I remember it being pretty hard to get into. Don't overdo it!" Gaia frowned slightly.
To Gaia, both children were equally dear. She could not sacrifice Cheryl's interests just to make things up to Isaac. That would be unfair to Cheryl.
She had heard of the Flesh Cult. Apparently, the royal household had paid a considerable price to get the Grand Princess admitted.
"Don't worry. My situation is a little different. I happen to have an unused recommendation slot for a major wizard organization. The association gave it to me when I exchanged for advanced arcane magic. Since I'm an Arcane Master, arranging this is naturally easier for me than for most people." Cheryl shrugged and smiled.
Gaia gave Cheryl a long look, knowing she had not told the truth. Never mind someone about to become a High Wizard—the empire already had several High Wizards. It could hardly be that easy.
Still, she did not expose the lie. She simply felt a little more reassured. A harmonious family was something countless nobles dreamed of.
But then she thought of her second son, Remington, and her mood soured again.
Every member of their family was a genius. How had such an outstanding bloodline produced an idiot like him?
Gaia sighed.
"If I remember correctly, you have to go to the Imperial Capital to join the Flesh Cult, right?"
"Yes. Their only office within the empire is there. Once he's joined, though, he can travel straight to the Flesh Cult's headquarters through a teleportation ritual."
"In that case, let's take care of both matters together. Have him go to the Imperial Capital with Remington."
"Hmm?" Cheryl glanced at Caesar, then asked in confusion, "Mother, are you planning to have our second brother