Finding Truth

《10》

Right after the sun rose, Shiro left Douma's home. He was riding in a carriage headed off to the capital.

And right a few ways away from him was Inosuke, tailing him and making sure that his presence was concealed as much as possible. Halfties had the ability to sense each other. And he was not going to risk it.

A knock sounded from inside as Shiro opened the door to reveal a demon that worked for Douma. Shiro left the carriage and the demon gave him his goodbyes and left. Inosuke jumped on top of the carriage as he too made his way back to his home.

'It's so... silent...' Shiro looked around. It was honestly quiet, so quiet that it was like it was a dead city. But there were demons, they were wondering about and speaking in hushed tones.

Shiro was looking around for some place to stay in, it would be better for him to plan things out and scope the area for possible escape routes once he finished his job. And he also needed to get into the castle without getting detected, which is basically close to impossible as it took him nearly eight months to raid Muzan's castle for training, and he knew the layout too. But this was different.

'Inn... Inn... a place to stay...' He chanted, looking around the buildings. As he walked, he passed by a store and he walked back, examining the golden threads that were displayed in the window. 'Golden threads...' Shiro fiddled around in his bag and pulled out a black cloth that had golden weaving. 'I mean... Yoriichi said that there were also golden threads in the human kingdom...'

He sighed and walked inside, a bell sounded as an old man appeared. He was a demon, it was obvious. He had two small pairs of horns sticking out and his slitted eyes were standing out. "Hello, boy. How can I help ya?"

Shiro walked closer to him and sat the handkerchief on the table. "This. Can I ask what this is?" He asked as the old man examined it.

"Hmm... where did you get such a thing?" He asked as his eyes glowed a dark color as he examined the cloth. "This silk... it's high quality an' the golden threads... It has traces of holy magic. Boy, where did'cha get this?" He asked, the glow in his eyes were gone as he handed the cloth back to Shiro.

"Well, my grandfather said he got this from a human all those years ago." He told a lie. "What about it?"

The man sighed as he rubbed his temple. "Look, kid, whatever ya do, don't let other demons see that." Shiro then asked. "It has holy magic, 'lot of demons would kill to get a taste of holy magic, good for ya that I couldn't care less about no holy magic and all that shit." Shiro kept quiet as he stared at the handkerchief before putting it back on his bag. "Ya new here right?"

"Yes."

"Then, make sure that'cha find a place before night time, boy. Night time is bad at the capital." The man said as he looked outside his window and he leaned down to Shiro's level. "Demons'll be after ya'. Taking whatever valuable ya got. Or they might just be after yer'.... Blood."

Shiro raised a brow, not knowing what this demon was talking about. "What do you mean, sir?"

"Yer' a halfty. Could smell ya from outside." The man groaned and gestured to the door. "Be sure that ya conceal that smell of yers', demons likes human mana that they would kill each other for a taste of ya. Bye."

Without another word, Shiro was being dragged outside by black, glowing strings and the door shut behind him. Shiro stood there for a few seconds before he raised his hand to his nose and sniffed himself. "What the hell is that guy talking about? I do not smell." He huffed, pulling the hood over his head and made his way further into the capital, looking for an inn.