The next day, Isaac did not wait any longer. He got up early, left the house, and headed straight for the Flesh Cult's office in the Imperial Capital.
The Flesh Cult's office was located in the Imperial Capital's wizard district, the main hub for all wizard organizations and wizards. Three of the Imperial Capital's few Wizard Towers also stood there.
The three Mage Towers belonged respectively to the Royal Mage Corps, the Truth Association, and Grand Princess Filo.
Across the entire Imperial Capital, only these three Mage Towers were legally permitted to conduct spell experiments.
Thus, although the Imperial Capital was the political center, its academic atmosphere was not particularly strong. After entering the wizard district, Isaac found that the people he saw most often were extravagantly dressed noble ladies. Actual wizards were few and far between...
The sight further diminished Isaac's interest in the Imperial Capital. If he had not wanted to participate in the Divine Lamp Grand Trial and broaden his horizons, he would have gone home as soon as he finished registering.
Feeling somewhat depressed, Isaac arrived at the Flesh Cult's office—the third window on the right side of the first floor of Truth Tower...
To be honest, Isaac was rather dumbfounded by the sight. It almost made him feel as if he had returned to his previous life...
How could this oldest of wizard organizations look not old at all?
Still, this was good too. At least it was convenient.
"Hello, I'd like to join the Flesh Cult." Isaac sat down before the window and directly handed his letter of recommendation to the young Witch inside, who was reading a Magic Book.
"Hmm? Join the cult?" The Witch looked up in confusion. She glanced at Isaac, then at the recommendation letter he had handed over. Blinking,