The night she gave birth to Manfredo, name they gave him when they knew the sex of the child, the other alternative would be Victoria, the night was long, the work of the midwife was tireless, Ernest could not see the labor, until at a certain moment in the early morning, a cry of a child breaks loud and happy, another inexplicable happiness for Mr. Neutral.

Manfredo grew up as a cultured child, from an early age his mother taught him everything about academia, scientific, philosophical and theological knowledge.

Still as a child his mother when he was three years old, had taught him to read, one day he had been presented to the library of the first husband of his mother, he was glimpsed with that, he would be able to read them all, and he read them all, in certain aspects, in phrases underlined by study, he felt a careless personality of a person who had those books, in his evolution he inquired himself, how someone had so much knowledge had an obscure characteristic,