Ai and Ae already knowledgable on their Young Master's habit had replaced the previous lukewarm water of the pool to freezing cold healing demon waters.
Having become Master of this domain, the entire palace had been renovated and refurbished to suit Ogunrinde.
Laying afloat in chilling cold waters, Ogunrinde felt the heat and pain of the rampaging demon power rescind to welcome another needle piercing freezing cold pain.
Replacing one pain for another, the overall pain not reduced, yet he felt better, his trembling stopping.
He knew he was tactiturn, temperamentally disinclined to speak, in a way withdrawn, making other unable to discern what he thought or felt.
He knew he was strange, stubbornly obstinate in certain things, seemingly careless and self sabotaging, chaotic.
Yet he knew, only he knew himself that within, that beneath this chaos was order.
Madness, unexplainable, stupid sounding.
But as innate was sight for seeing creatures, as innate was walking for walking creatures.
So innate was chaos to him.
The rampaging demonic energy circled around, wreaking dangerous havoc within his body, not finding a place to subsist.
A core.
But this seemingly rampaging demon power was actually controlled, actually allowed, purposely to carry out it's destruction.
Ogunrinde had a demon spirit to control and infere with demonic power, but no core to contain it.
From the beginning of the day when the court session ended, and getting to this pool it had been 3 hours.
He had been tormented by the pain for three hours, becoming numb, even sleeping off.
Waking up, he willed the demonic consciousness to his sea of consciousness when it joined with his demonic spirit.
This entire unmeaningful endeavor he had done for 10 years.
Lacking of demonic core he had as expected not passed the first demonic origin realm,
But Ogunrinde knew he had reached the deepest extremity of this realm, building up his strength and momentum.
Although this was impressive.
True power was true might to demon.
what impressive was the extreme of the first realm of demonic cultivation.
What was a thousand sticks to steel, what was a thousand ants to a beast.
This was what he was told.
What use was all this antics of his.