"A maid? What would I do with one of those?"
Isaac gave his older sister a strange look before saying, "This book is actually quite interesting. The spells and magic used to corrupt the princess have a lot of practical combat applications. Take this one, for example."
As he spoke, Isaac flipped to an earlier section and pointed at the text. "It describes a spell here. The effect makes a person’s body extrely sensitive, to the point where the slightest friction from their clothes will make them climax. If you hit an opponent with a spell like this during a fight, they’d be instantly incapacitated!"
"..." Watching the deadly serious Isaac get worked up over this, Cheryl fell silent for a mont. ’Could it be that I’m the one with the dirty mind?’
"That kind of Magic is pure fiction. People in the Association studied it long ago and have already debunked it. I’m pretty sure I have the relevant papers in my library. Haven’t you seen them?"
"Oh, I’ve read that paper. The reasoning is very clear. From the perspective of magical principles, it’s indeed impossible, or at least not practical for combat. However, its argunts are based *only* on magical principles. Don’t forget, I’m a Legendary Mage. For us, a fictional spell isn’t necessarily impossible to realize."
Having said that, Isaac smiled confidently.
Cheryl was stunned for a mont, but then it clicked. ’That’s right. This is what Legendary Mages specialize in. Just because sothing is impossible according to magical principles doesn’t an a Legend can’t accomplish it.’
Take Isaac’s pumpkin carriage, for instance. From the standpoint of magical principles, it’s possible—it could even be done better. But there’s a catch: only a Grand Wizard could cast it. It involves the very essence of Casting, a barrier that can’t be overco with re skill.
But Isaac solved this problem with ease. By possessing the Legend of Transformation Magic, Isaac could not only cast spells that normally only a Grand Wizard could, but he could do so with even less cost!
Legends, by their very nature, defy logic.
"But, for your thod to work, it needs to be widespread..."
Cheryl trailed off, falling silent. ’What kind of story could possibly be more widespread than erotic fiction...?’
’And they’re all high-quality readers!’
’The kind who can provide a high-quality Power of Faith over and over again!’
"How did you even think of this thod?"
"I learned it." Isaac held up the small, smutty book in his hand and said with a smile.
He’d been inspired by this very book. It was only after reading it that he realized that, apparently, plagiarizing erotic fiction was much simpler than plagiarizing fairy tales!
Besides, it was full of practical material.
For example, the god-tier skills of smutty novels—hypnosis, mind-break, rewriting reality...
’If I could manifest them, every single one would be a god-tier skill!’
’It’s just that if I write this kind of stuff, my reputation might take a tiny little hit...’
’But compared to gaining power, who cares!’
Cheryl: "...Be careful... you’re treading in deep water..."
Cheryl didn’t know what to say about Isaac’s ambition. On one hand, she couldn’t bring herself to support her little brother writing *that* kind of book. On the other hand, she had to admit his idea had a very high chance of success...
"I will." Isaac nodded. He wasn’t a reckless fool.
There had to be a deeper reason why this thod hadn’t beco popular in Legendary Mage circles. Otherwise, it would have been included in the beginner’s textbook, *Path of the Wizard*, long ago.
So, while it looked like he was just reading smut, he was actually trying to find so clues within this book.
Because this book was written by so unknown Legendary Mage.
’If soone else could write it, then so could he!’
"So, older sister, what did you need for?" Isaac closed the book and looked at Cheryl.
Cheryl snapped back to reality. She glanced around the now-tidy laboratory and sighed. ’I guess I have to be the bad guy after all...’
"Here’s the thing. Father and I just discussed it. The crisis at the fortress is over, and there’s not much you can do by staying here, so we don’t want to waste your ti. I have a letter of recomndation for the Flesh Sect. Take it to their office in the Imperial Capital, and you can join directly. On top of that, your second brother’s punishnt has been decided. Father plans to have him marry into the Norns Family, so you can go to the Imperial Capital with him."
"??" Isaac stared at Cheryl, utterly bewildered. ’Did a tric ton of information just get dumped into my brain?’ So of it he’d already guessed, but so of it ca completely out of left field.
’The Flesh Sect?’
’The Flesh Sect from the most ancient of Wizard Organizations?’
’The Wizard Organization where you have to be a High-level Mage to beco a full mber?’
’A letter of recomndation? They have those?’
’And... Second Brother is marrying into the Norns Family?’
’If I rember correctly, that’s a Prince’s family, isn’t it?’
’Is this supposed to be more of a punishnt or a reward?’
"Wait, hold on. The Flesh Sect? I can just get in?" Isaac looked at Cheryl with suspicion.
"Of course, but you’ll be joining as a Believer, which is equivalent to an associate mber in other Wizard Organizations. The difference is, you’ll enjoy the sa benefits as a full mber of those other organizations. Once you beco a High-level Mage, you’ll also be exempt from their assessnt and can directly enter the Flesh Sect. Only the Truth Association can get these recomndation letters. Besides, I have a few friends in the Flesh Sect, so you don’t have to worry."
After a pause, Cheryl added, "Your older brother has a few friends in the Flesh Sect as well, but I wouldn’t recomnd you get in touch with *them*."
"Mhm." Cheryl spread her hands and nodded helplessly. "Caesar is still quite popular."
"Alright, I think I get the gist of the Flesh Sect business. But Second Brother marrying into a Prince’s family... isn’t that a little outrageous?" Isaac’s brow furrowed slightly.
’That’s a Prince we’re talking about...’
"Isn’t this getting us involved too deeply?"
In a vast Empire like this one, the relationships between the Nobility were a tangled web. Beyond interests, there were ties of blood. After so long, everyone was related by marriage; if you went back a few generations, you’d likely find significant blood relations.
However, within these complex political marriages, a few things were particularly sensitive.
For example, a man marrying into his wife’s family.
This thod was typically used to seize the other family’s assets!
It was true that, just like in his previous life, n who married into their wives’ families had no status. But there was one key difference from his past life: this world had Extraordinary power!
When an individual’s personal might reached a certain level, they could ignore many rules!
When soone can obliterate you with one hand, you can’t exactly expect them to keep following your orders and bowing and scraping before you.
Therefore, marrying a man into the family was handled with extre caution. Only useless trash with no future prospects would be chosen for such a role. And while Remington wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, he was talented in Cultivation. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have beco a Great Knight at such a young age. With sufficient resources, it was a sure thing he would beco a High-level Knight in his lifeti.
Therefore, for soone like him to marry into a family was the most dangerous prospect of all!
And into the Royal Family, no less!
If soone with ulterior motives were to seize on this, it could be spun into an act of rebellion!
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