[Child]

The sun was resting on everything, granting light on a new occasion to all sentient beings. Shining on the faces of old people and adults, who were starting a new working day.

Farmers rested after watering their plants in full growth. An old woman with different wounds on her hands knitted with an old needle with common threads. Some blacksmiths began their day sharpening worn swords and sabers.

In a large estate, where there was a huge establishment. In a secluded part stood a lonely house.

The trees moved to the rhythm of the wind, the leaves fell and the water boiled. At its boiling point, it was picked up by hands covered with gloves. No details of the man to whom they belonged could be seen, because he was covered by a long black robe.

The intimidating man, who was over six feet tall, respectfully offered the water in front of a child. Pouring the water over a cup of tea.

With this action, the smell of herbs rose. The boy's face remained impassive. With moderately pale skin, a thin nose, and almond-shaped eyes, he silently sipped his tea.

No change could be observed in the man's face, as it was covered by an expressionless mask. Simple as his robe that covered his whole body.

He remained silent, like a statue. Even the sound of his breathing was faint.

Silently, the boy held his mug in his hands. They were small and thin.

"Tell." He said in a childish voice.

"My lord, everything has concurred correctly. There have been no problems beyond the general commotion; All this in large part, due to your earlier efforts." Said the man in a strange voice.

The boy at the response only watched, there was no striking change in his attitude. He remained impassive like a heart forged by waves.

Suddenly he got up, and without seeing his servant, he went to the outskirts of his independent house.

Several factors suited this situation. For example, his determination.

He heard no noise behind him, although there were leaves everywhere, he knew that his servant was diligently pursuing him.

"You know, this old oak before any ignorant mortal, it is an inanimate object. But even you feel its inner vitality." Said the boy as he caressed the wood.

"Yes Lord, I do." Immediately replied the man.

"Now lend me one of your daggers." Said the boy serenely.

"Immediately, Lord." He replied, handing him one of his hidden daggers.

Receiving the dagger, the boy without any line of thought, impeccably stabbed the bark of the tree. It penetrated without any difficulty, the leaves still moving without any problem.

"Although plants contain life within them, they do not have a nervous capacity similar to humans... Even suffering the fate of being an item used in poems of the afflicted."

"But you are different, Shadow, different from a thousand-year-old tree that endures in silence. Now tell me in sincerity... You need not fear your Master." Finished the boy as he handed the stinging weapon back to its owner, becoming unarmed.

"Lord... I found it an unnecessarily abrupt move the one employed by you. This could well be the cause of innumerable conspiracies directed at you. For example, certain noble families have sent protests." Said the man with some concern coloring his voice.

"Unnecessarily blunt? I thought it was a cool and smart move... heh." Said the amused boy.

He had indeed weighed the pros and cons, but he couldn't deny that much of the reason was that it seemed cool in his mind...

Yes, it was Federick. The alleged murderer of young Leonardo Biçancio Battlemman by poisoning.

"You're not one to worry; The arrangements have already been made in advance," Federick said coolly.

"I'm sorry, Lord, it is not part of my duty to meddle in your affairs. I'm sorry." Quickly "Shadow" apologized.

"Don't misunderstand me; I was simply concerned about you." Federick replied with a bright, boyish smile, his lips like peaches and teeth like pearls.

...

Although Federick appeared to be disconnected from the secular world, ignoring all consequences; he mentally meditate them, analyzing the possibilities and countermeasures.

He knew that his action was radical, but it was necessary... Perhaps not at the tipping point.

He was not stupid, and the people around him were not stupid. Any action has cause and reasons. In this case, a direct attack on his integrity; From his previous life, he knew the political plots that were brewing in the dark.

In integrity, politics was not superior to a mafia. Therefore, one had to behave like a full-fledged mafioso in those circles.

He had gotten the message... He was just waiting for his message to arrive at the speed of correspondence.

Although he was lying back basking in the sun, passive work did not equal a lazy attitude...

"System, in what negative way will this event impact the upper strata?". I ask lazily.

[Lord, I can give you an answer, but it does not scratch beyond the most lazy superficiality. Because these are non-events, I would have to use higher abilities which I am precluded from doing, because of you low energy level.

You will probably be granted information for nothing relevant, which you could get from common informants. Still want to try?].

"You were very useful yesterday, system. I suppose a knife is of more practical use..." Said with a sigh to the air Federick.

Yesterday, a strange state possessed his thoughts, movements, and actions. Familiar and close, yet distant and unfamiliar.

Incongruous...

Although his thoughts, movements, and actions belonged to him, having total control over them; there was a superior state in his mentality, which gently guided them.

Fortunately, he had a tool to recognize their origin, without gnawing his brain in a perpetual adventure of a celestial warrior...

His response had surprised him, being significantly higher than his original estimates.

"[Lord, it is a complex answer, comprising of a process:

In your previous life, you were not ordinary; rather, you were the bearer of something extraordinary: the "Incarnation of the Almighty Spirit of Zeus". Reason for your extreme beauty, natural affinity with other states of matter, and abnormal mentality.

When the exchange of realms took place, it changed its nuance, but not in essence; renaming itself as "Invincible Dao Heart". An extraordinary innate hability.

But it suffered alterations by external forces, resulting in a unique variation: "Dao Heart of the Invincible Demon".

It was this same state that possessed him in a minimal amount, resulting in his psychic changes.

Relatively non-dangerous]

This added several variations to his sequence...