"Flesh Cult? The sorcerer organization the Grand Princess joined? I remember it being very difficult to get into, didn't I? Don't go forcing yourself!" Gaia frowned slightly.
To Gaia, both sides of his palm were flesh. He could not sacrifice Cheryl's interests just to make it up to Isaac—that would be unfair to Cheryl.
He had heard of the Flesh Cult. Back when the Grand Princess joined, he had heard that the royal family had paid no small price for it.
"Don't worry, the situation is a little different. I happen to have an unused recommendation slot for a large sorcerer organization. The association gave it to me when I exchanged for high-level arcane arts. I'm an arcanist, so handling it is naturally easier for me than for others." Cheryl shrugged and said with a smile.
Gaia gave Cheryl a deep look. He knew she was not telling the truth. Even sorcerers about to advance to High Sorcerer, let alone actual High Sorcerers, numbered several within the Empire. How could it be so easy?
But he did not expose her. Instead, he felt a little more gratified. A harmonious family—how many nobles dreamed of such a thing~
But then he thought of his second son, Remington, and his mood immediately soured again.
Every one of his children was a genius. With bloodlines this outstanding, how had they produced such an idiot?
Gaia sighed.
"I remember the Flesh Cult requires you to join in the Imperial Capital?"
"Mm. That is the only office within the Empire. After joining, you can directly travel to the Flesh Cult headquarters through a teleportation ritual."
"If that's the case, let's settle it together. Have him go to the Imperial Capital with Remington."
"Hmm?" Hearing this, Cheryl glanced at Caesar, then asked in puzzlement, "Father, are