Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 135 "■■■."-S01 E05

'He was careless; he shouldn't have revealed the dragon girl's name so easily.'

Alastor was thinking this a split second before he was attacked by that ball of white fire.

As a powerful and mysterious figure from the East, he had no idea what kind of defensive mechanisms she would set up. Even the idea that calling her name would trigger a counterattack seemed a bit excessive; he should have taken all of this into account…

After all, the sheer power of ■■■ was enough for him to use all his energy to fight against, and he shouldn't forget what an excellent and outstanding opponent ■■■ was.

...But there was absolutely no possibility of "regret" on the expression on the broadcast demon's face.

Anger, surprise, and a hint of excitement flashed across Wendigo's face.

He instinctively stretched out his right hand, which was holding a cane, to block the attack, but although the white flames seemed to move slowly, they attacked him with incredible speed.

Fire-based attacks usually render an enemy helpless once they come into contact with them.

After all, fire won't stop until it completely consumes the combustible material—and Alastor was indeed experiencing only the tip of the iceberg of ■■■'s true power for the first time.

"...Damn it...!"

Before Alastor's short, sharp "shit" could even land, the dangerously large white flames exploded around him.

Wendigo's speed is actually not slow either.

The instant the fire exploded, he nimbly and swiftly leaped backward to dodge. He figured that small ball of fire wouldn't burn that far...

But soon his eyes widened.

Because the fire's reach seemed to far exceed his expectations.

Moreover, Alastor discovered that ■■■'s fire was different from ordinary fire attacks... The Dragon Girl's fire seemed to be self-aware.

When attacking the opponent, the fire appeared as a small ball, like a wolf in sheep's clothing, but upon approaching, it exploded like a miniature bomb! The goal was clearly to completely kill the unsuspecting opponent!

He had no doubt that the burning pain, which had exceeded his limits, was 15 million degrees Celsius. That dragon girl... was practically the damned sun itself!

The sinner lord felt like he was about to laugh out loud.

Alastor didn't use his other hand to extinguish the fire on his sleeve, because he didn't want the fire to spread from his right hand to his left—humph, who has the chance to experience how troublesome the power of [unclear] can be?

The lord, clearly scalded, was in so much pain that his brows were furrowed. Even the demon, with his grim and sinister expression, twitched his smile twice.

The fire of ■■■ seems to have the ability to burn even the soul of a demon.

Moreover, unlike ordinary burns, the wounds caused by the fire on ■■■ brought him a different experience.

It was an explosive, unbearable pain.

The pain was so intense that Alastor couldn't even think straight; his mind was in complete chaos.

He squinted at the burns on his body caused by the white flames, his teeth grinding unconsciously in pain.

Unlike before, Alastor believed himself to be a raging demon who became more lucid with pain, but the fire of [redacted] possessed a power that seemed to render him unable to think; he could only think—

'Once he gets out, he'll have to get his revenge on that dragon girl a thousandfold…!'

"Alastor".

Just then, a very long strand of white hair suddenly swayed down beside him.

The radio demon's vicious, vengeful nature came to an abrupt halt at that moment.

...Or rather, it wasn't white hair, but a strand of...white-glowing, seemingly unidentifiable long hair.

"Zizzi."

The dissenting noise lasted only a very short moment.

The scarlet deer twitched its ears and turned its head warily, trying to see who was coming.

But before he could even turn his head halfway, the white flames relentlessly attacked him again.

"...Haha...! You'd better understand what 'knowing when to stop' means!!"

Seeing this, the broadcast demon, who had rarely been forced into such a sorry state, immediately turned his eyes into a deep black.

The red pointer, representing anger, flashed with a blinding light, rotating counterclockwise in the devil's eyes.

The two antlers on Wendigo's head grew upwards like black dead wood screaming in agony, and black tentacles mixed with green lightning suddenly stretched out from his withered and thin back...!

He seemed to have no time to pay attention to the person who called his name, after all, it was a matter of life and death—although he didn't know why things had fast-forwarded to this point.

"...ho."

A soft, neutral laugh emanated from above his head.

Just as the white flames were about to engulf him, a giant hand embraced him, while the other hand easily brushed away the fire that was attacking them, as if driving away thick fog.

...and this all happened in the blink of an eye.

The originally fierce white flames immediately dissipated like a gentle mist upon contact with the newcomer's hand.

They fell like fine raindrops, devoid of any warmth, only a gentle warmth he knew all too well.

Before Alastor could react, the large hand that was supporting him had already cupped him in its palm and gently lifted him up.

She moved gently, giving him ample time—at least enough time for Alastor to tidy himself up before meeting her…

If his arm is not injured.

To be honest, the broadcasting demon looks a bit pathetic these days.

"..."

"..."

The demon, with one hand drooping helplessly, closed his eyelids slightly and looked at the "woman" in front of him with a displeased expression.

Or rather, this person who suddenly appeared looks a lot like ■■■… but is not ■■■.

It was an extremely large "person" that looked exactly like ■■■.

She was enveloped in a pure white light, her features soft and indistinct.

Aside from her rounded figure, which resembles that of a woman, she has almost no obvious androgynous characteristics.

Because of her size, half of her body appeared to be submerged underwater.

Her long hair cascaded down her face like a waterfall, finally falling from her chest.

The enormous white humanoid figure was submerged in the water. Even though the devil was already over two meters tall, it still looked like a tiny piece of candy when it stood in her hand.

She didn't say much, but carefully led him to her and then gently blew a breath on him.

The wind was gentle and soft.

It's like a warm and vibrant spring breeze.

After the gust of wind passed over his body, the wounds that had been burned by the white flames immediately stopped hurting.

Alastor raised one eyebrow in surprise.

Her usually rational, even somewhat cold voice was almost gentle when she spoke to the enormous figure before her.

The soft, rustling sounds of a woman's lips brushing against each other always carried a strange, ticklish quality in his ears.

Her fingertips gently brushed against his scalded arm, and the burning sensation vanished instantly. His previously burnt suit was also quickly restored to its original state.

"Ok?"

Seeing this, Alastor's previously agitated anger was quickly extinguished by the other party's healing gaze.

But the huge "■■■" did not speak, but simply held him and slowly sank him into the water.

When the back of her hand touched the water's surface, only her eyes and forehead were visible.

She seemed to be observing him.