Chapter 296: Ch 6: Demonized Demons

Dave walked out of the Inn and noticed that it was almost lunchtime and he had still not eaten. The streets were empty, but this time Dave did notice some shadowed faces in the windows.

"Why do you think that they are all staring at us?" Dave asked Tequila who had merged from his shoulder.

Jibber had been on that side but then moved to the other now that he was awake again. I could understand him like he was talking, but it was all through though, but translated from feelings.

Right now Jibber was letting Dave know how strange he thought Tequila was and that she was unnatural. Jibber suggested that Dave just cut her off, but he shivered when Dave said she would just grow back.

Jibber was fully convinced that Tequila was the Demon, and Dave was the one that was being held, as a prisoner. Dave wasn't about to disagree with Jibber, but Tequila reached a handout and smacked Dave.

"Unnatural is the little black rat playing ninja on your shoulder!" Tequila growled, trying to send from Dave's neck, but Jibber jumped and dodged with ease.

This only made her angrier and I started to get flashbacks from when Grace and Tequila came out of me in the previous world.

"Alright, that's enough my love, Jibber was only joking. You need to stop being so handsy, and aggressive, or I will force you to stay inside. I love you, but I will not have you getting us killed because you don't like something that I said or a reference that I make," Dave said to Tequila as she slowly sunk into his shoulder in embarrassment.

'I'm sorry,' Tequila said softly in Dave's mind as he walked up to the Town Hall.

"I know it is good to be back in your former self, but you need to remember that we are still in a game. There are going to be plenty of things that will frustrate you and make you mad, but you're going to have to get past them. I love you, so please just try not to get too excited about things, and I won't make jokes at your expense anymore, okay?" Dave said to Tequila, opening the large weathered wooden door.

'Thank you, I just got defensive and I think you're trying to actually bug me, but I know you're not. I am just trying to get used to having control of my feelings, so they come out too strong. I will work on getting myself and temper under control, just please treat me like I am the person that these memories say I am to you,' Tequila told Dave.

There were inside not and the town hall was set up into three windowed booths. The conversation was not finished, so Dave just stepped off to the side before going up.

'What do you mean by these memories? Love, those are our memories, I have spent countless years and lifetimes with you! There isn't a woman in any world or in any lifetime that I have ever loved as much as you,' Dave told her.

'I know that you say that, and I can see the memories, but something in my head is making me question if anyone of this is even real. What if this is just all one big dream?' Tequila asked Dave.

This was very troublesome, Dave had yet to run into this problem. It had always been him doubting the true purpose of him being in the game, but that was before he had gotten his memory back.

Now, they both had their memories back, but it was Tequila that was questioning existence itself right now. How was he supposed to convince her that this was real? 

'I won't tell you this isn't a dream or an illusion constructed in your mind. What I can tell you is that I am here for you, and I always will be, just like those memories say. All I can do is to make sure that you know these things and show you how much I love you,' Dave told Tequila.

Tequila was silent, and Dave stepped forward, feeling a bit heavy of heart. This could become a serious problem for more than just this single game. 

In Reborn, the mind was the most precious thing each player had. If they were to lose touch on reality like Tequila was starting to, the mind could break.

The only way to save her would be to completely wipe her file. That would be talking over a thousand memories away from her, leaving Dave with them all. 

Dave clenched his fist and controlled his breathing as he walked up to one of the booths. Just the thought of having to do something like that gave him instant anxiety.

"How can I help you?" Asked a covered female dressed all in black.

Dave took a deep breath, and let it out. Getting stressed out and worked up about this was going to get him nowhere, and he needed to be strong for her.

"I need a bounty, I am new in town, so I don't really know how this works," Dave said to the glass.

"That's okay, we get that a lot. Pass me a Class Ticket, and I will select the appropriate bounty," The woman said, extending an orange paw-like hand to Dave.

Dave pulled his card out and passed over his Class Ticket. The woman took the paper and put it on the counter in front of her.

Next, she pulled out a long piece of glass blue glass and placed it over the top of the Class Ticket. The glass started to glow and then a razor-thin card-shaped section of the glass broke off.

The woman in the black robe handed Dave back his Class Ticket and the glass card. When Dave took it in his hands, the card felt strong, and even though it was paper-thin, the edges were not sharp.

"This card will direct you to the area that the monster will be in, and it will also show you a picture of your bounty. When you have progressed enough, you will start to see other stats about the monsters on the cards," the woman explained to Dave.

"Thank you," Dave said as he looked at the card in his hand.

There was a picture of a wolf, and there was a [x3] besides its name. Dave turned the transparent card over in his hand, and on the other side, there was nothing.

Dave was about to turn the card back over in his hand, but then he noticed something. The left side of the card was glowing red softly. 

Dave was facing the door to go out, so he turned to the left and the glowing light moved around to the front of the card. This would act as a compass for him and make it easy to track his bounty. 

"Thank you," Dave said, waving to the covered women in the booth as he left out the door.

The woman waved back, smiling under her hood. Then she reached down into her pocket, grabbing a hold of a pen that was very special to her.

The woman hoped that this Dave would bring about some change, and that made her grip the pen tighter. Her mother had given her the pen just before she had been taken to the mines for being falsely accused of revealing her face by one of the worthless humans.

This feeling was shared by many of the Demons. Humans were nothing more than lapdogs to the Dragons, and they would take any chance they could to turn the Demons in.

There are parts of the world where there were some Demon Lords still ruling. In the eyes of the humans, the Demons were the scourge that needed to be eliminated, and the dragons were the saving race.

The Dragon's would have killed all the Demons, but there wasn't enough human to beagle to keep the dragon's happy. So, the alternative was to enslave the Demon race, and now they weren't even allowed to show their faces.

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Dave stepped out of the building and took a deep breath in. There had been a weapons shop he had noticed on the way into town, and he would need some sort of weapon if he hoped to survive.

Dave, head south, back down to the shop that was called Hot Iron Forging. Dave walked to the front door and then tried to open it. The door wouldn't budge, and Dave was about to know it, but there was the sound of metal sliding and then a clanging noise of metal hitting metal.

"What do you want, Mouth Breather?" An angry voice asked from the other side of the door.

"A weapon would be good, and maybe some kind of armor, maybe something in a rat's size?" I asked.

"What size?" The male voice asked in confusion, and Jibber squeaked, meaning, yes.