Frederick had returned back to the city, cloak pulled over his head. He walked amongst the streets, eyes darting from one place to another searching for information.
Now that he was not preoccupied with the affairs of the nobles he could see them, the humans. They looked frail and weak, their bodies covered in rags that served as clothing. As he walked their eyes seemed to follow his every movement, he was out of place.
Although his clothes looked strange for a modern world that didn't pass the fact that they looked expensive and in a world like this expensive stirred greed and greed seduces trouble.
He took some steps ahead and branched into a dark alley far from curious eyes. He walked deeper into the alley and stopped, back faced against thin air he voiced out,
"Come out willingly or I'll make you and trust me, making you doesn't turn out pretty."
"Tsk, the pretty boy figured us out" said a sly voice behind him. He turned around and watched as a group of six middle-aged men appeared out of thin air. They had been trailing him for a while, he had glanced behind once to spot them but he saw no one despite feeling their strong presence behind him.
Frederick didn't look the least startled but pondered to himself. "I didn't sense any mana from them and they couldn't possibly possess cursed energy, it'll kill them."
"So what is this?"
A smile creeped along his lips out of curiosity, seeing his smile the men became slightly wary but one of them, dark skinned with a bushy afro, slashes a worn out dagger in the air before pointing it at Frederick.
'Look here, pretty boy, I don't know which city you're from and I don't really care. Drop all the money you have on you, the clothes and maybe we won't hurt you" he said menacingly.
Frederick didn't respond at first but brushed his cloak to the side to reveal his sheathed thin sword.
"I have a longer blade and you have a shorter one" he said, cold eyes staring at the dark skinned man.
"Who dies first?"
The question sparked the dark skinned man's anger, he rushed out, the others stood behind him feeling only he was enough to get the job done.
Frederick who saw him rushing forward squatted slightly before lunging forward, the intense winds generated rattled his cloak.
The dark skinned man's eyes widened in shock when he noticed a dark cloaked figure appear right In front of him with a moving fist aimed for his chest.
Bam!
The punch connects with bone shattering force, the sound of shattering bones reverberated around the alley way. The force of the punch flung the black skinned man back several feet, his shattered ribs slightly caved in. His body landed right at the feet of the others.
Their gaze turned low to look at him, he coughed up blood at their feet before his eyes turned listless and he passed out.
"He took out Varcy with a single hit," one of the men murmured, voice shaking.
"You bastard, we'll kill you!!" another roared out loudly. He rushed forward and this time the others followed behind him.
Aildris straightened his posture and dashed forward, the first man expecting this had already thrown a punch midway, sparks of electricity trailing along his knuckles. The electric sparks carried currents that caused Frederick's silver hair to rise slightly, the attack wasn't something that could hurt him but rather disorient his movements.
He dodged, the punch passed over his head. His attacker who was still stunned that he had missed at near point blank range suddenly felt a pair of hands grab his head before forcefully bringing them down.
Bam!
Frederick had bashed his knee into the man's face, although he had restrained his strength more than last time the attack still packed a punch. The man's head flung backwards, blood squirting out of his broken nose.
As the first man fell another came swinging a club that was made entirely out of stone, Frederick didn't swerve to the side, the club made contact and shattered to pieces, raising a small cloud of dust. The man who swung the stone club attempts to form another one but Frederick scruffs him by the collar and throws him at the person behind him, knocking the both of them out at once.
Now only one man was left and he didn't seem to share the same enthusiasm the rest showed when attacking him, the man turned around and desperately began to run for the alleys exist but Fredrick was faster, cloak flapping in the wind he appeared In front of the man.
The man stumbled to the ground, scared shitless and pleading for his life. He had just watched this dark hooded figure lay waste to people he could call competent in less than five minutes, he knew he didn't stand a chance.
"I need information" he heard the hooded figure voice out.
"And you'll be my source" he added, right palm outstretched towards the man's forehead as he walked forward. The man noticed the menacing crimson eyes that burned deep underneath the cloak and frantically moved back in fear.
"Demon!…You're a demon" he screamed before the hooded figure held his head and stared into his eyes, the screams died beneath his own throat and his resistance stopped.
He had been compelled.
*****
Moments passed and Frederick stood there listening to every monotonous word the man had to say, under Fredrick's influence his irises became dull,listless and grey. Sometimes Frederick would ask some questions just to be answered with the same hollow tone.
When it reached a point that he felt he had gotten all the answers he sought for, he let go. The man's body dropped to the floor, clarity returning to his lost gaze. His body jerked violently for a few seconds, white foam escaping from the mouth before he passed out.
"It seems his mind couldn't last that long under the influence skill, if I had pushed any further he may have lost his life" Frederick voiced out internally, not out of concern for the man but a mere analysis of the situation.
"Divinity…that's an interesting topic father would like to hear about" Frederick murmured, he looked around at the men sprawled around him, they were injured but they would leave and it wasn't like he had any urge to end their life.
His cloak sweeping the floor in a circular motion and back faced to the men, Frederick began to exit the alley.