Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 138 Resurrection Joy - S01E05

'Having experienced his entire body explode and revert to its original form, he's now lying here covered in blood.'

'As a being distinct from the creatures of hell, it lay here without breathing, without making a sound...'

Regarding the person lying here right now, perhaps everyone's thoughts are pretty much the same.

■■■'s situation was so bad that it was hard for them not to think the worst.

With her somewhat eccentric ideas, love of fantasy, and extensive reading of various works, Shirley had already gone through all sorts of avant-garde thoughts in her mind.

Although Vicky kept reassuring her that everything would be alright, Shirley even considered that if ■■■ lost her memory, she would stay with her and relive the rest of her life, creating new memories…

However, the Hell Princess, who had known the Dragon Girl for a long time, actually dared not think about the future where ■■■ would die, and could not accept the future where ■■■ would die.

"Shirley, wait...wait a minute? Uh!"

Vicky seemed to want to say something more to Shirley, as the blonde looked rather upset.

But before the white-haired sinner could finish speaking, ■■■, who had been lying motionless on the ground, suddenly began to convulse violently without warning!

Angel was still feeling down because of the dragon girl's lack of activity, but her sudden agitation startled him. "What the hell is going on?! Hey...! What are you doing?! ■■■???"

The spider sinner, who had fallen to the ground in fright, stared wide-eyed.

"Oh my God! Oh my God!! ■■■! ■■■! Vicky…! I…"

Clearly startled by the loud noise, Shirley shrank back like a frightened quail.

But the blonde quickly realized that her actions were somewhat disrespectful to the person in front of her.

The girl, who looked somewhat panicked, rubbed her face, which was covered in dragon blood, with the back of her hand.

Seeing that her lover in front of her didn't seem to have any good ideas, she realized that her leaning back had bumped into a sinner lord named Shirley who had come to join the fun. She turned her head and gave him a quick glance.

It was obvious to both Lucifer, who looked equally bewildered, and Alastor, who remained calm and composed, who they should turn to for help.

...Although it was hurtful in some ways, that was at least how Shirley saw it.

Perhaps we shouldn't expect a king of hell to know such things.

"Alastor! Do you have any ideas? We can't let this happen! I..."

With her speech completely incoherent, Shirley held the dragon girl by the back of her neck with one hand, while the other hand hovered in panic over the latter's violently trembling body.

"Think of something quick! Is there anything I can do?"

The somewhat incoherent Hell Princess cast a hopeful glance at Wendigo, who appeared unusually calm.

"Oh...hahahaha...darling."

Upon hearing this, Alastor, who seemed to have been waiting for Shirley to speak, smiled helplessly.

He crouched down beside Shirley under Lucifer's glare, one hand on her shoulder, the other holding his microphone cane and pointing at the person lying on the ground, saying, "Shirley~ relax~ let her breathe, you see she's almost choking on her own blood."

The Western gentleman, speaking with a flippant tone, raised his eyebrows and then gently shook his cane.

As he moved, a green line, shimmering with a faint glow, immediately burrowed into the neck of the blood-soaked man who was thrashing about like a fish.

"...What the hell is going on?! What did you do?"

Seeing Alastor suddenly attack the defenseless [illegible], the hot-tempered Vicky immediately widened her eyes, and her other hand couldn't help but reach for the male demon's collar.

When Alastor made his move, Hesk, who was watching from a distance, tensed up for a moment.

Of all the people in the inn, perhaps only Vicky and Hesker truly understood the danger posed by this sinner lord and what his actions meant.

Who knows what this guy, who's thinking whatever he's doing, will do to the now lifeless and helpless [illegible]?

"Hmm...maybe you all need to relax."

With lightning-fast reflexes, Wendigo calmly used his cane to stop Vicky's outstretched hand.

Despite Vicky's actions, Alastor maintained his usual smile, but his brows were furrowed tightly.

"Although it is very impolite, I still have to remind you~ I am glad that you all realize that a sinner lord will not help for nothing - but the cook is worth far more to me than you can imagine."

"Heh, I don't like your negative speculations about the relationship between me and this lady on the ground."

Wendigo's eyes were dark, his displeasure plain to see. The pointer, glowing bright red, exploded with the static of a broadcast demon being torn apart by electricity.

"Oh...please, my dear friends..."

"Don't casually slander the friendship and relationship between me and her."

The devil, who seemed genuinely angry, finished speaking each word clearly.

Apart from Shirley, Angel, and Nefertti, who seemed unfazed by the situation, all the other demons looked surprised, as if they couldn't believe that Alastor would cause trouble over something like this.

But thinking about it carefully, the Broadcast Demon used to be quite neurotic, so it doesn't seem like there's anything wrong with him showing this kind of demeanor...

But Alastor rarely seems to get angry about 'this kind of thing'.

Hesk, who had spent the most time with the old gentleman, was most surprised by the old gentleman's reaction.

But the strange feeling of the big cat sinner was quickly interrupted by ■■■ suddenly coughing.

After a dragon maiden who seemed to be in a state of oblivion finally made a move on her own, everyone's attention turned to her.

"Cough cough! Cough cough cough cough! Uh... ho, cough cough cough!"

Looking at the woman in her arms who was coughing up her lungs, Xia Li's face lit up with surprise.

The Hell Princess, with tears in her eyes, clearly showed genuine happiness, but Vicky, whose reaction was more like that of a normal person, quickly helped her up from her seat when she coughed.

In fact, when Alastor did this, the white-haired sinner regretted his hesitation.

For some reason, she could have reacted much faster than the dangerous Alastor to what she needed to do. But because of her own strength and peculiar hesitation—she was ultimately taken advantage of by someone.

"■■■? Are you alright?"

After helping her lover lift the dragon girl up, Shirley, her eyes filled with a mixture of worry and joy, patted Vicky's thin back, just like Vicky had done.

Although Vicky's movements looked very professional, Shirley didn't dare to pat ■■■'s back with a loud "thump" like her lover did, and only dared to imitate her by patting lightly.

Out of concern for the dragon girl, the blonde woman subconsciously turned her head to glance at Alastor, who had a relaxed expression on his face.

Xia Li admitted that the hotel facilities manager's composed and confident demeanor reassured her somewhat, but she still couldn't help wanting to confirm ■■■'s safety—

She meant that she hoped this reliable man in front of her would understand her slightly whimsical ideas.

For example, with his own perfect hotel chef and emotional support, would Long really suffer from amnesia?

"...Don't worry, sweetheart, I believe our inn's chef isn't that fragile."

After deliberately ignoring the eerie glint of expectation in the eyes of the Hell Princess, Wendigo, whose thoughts were impossible to decipher, didn't say much, only narrowing his eyes meaningfully, his smile unchanged.

Even while crouching, the sinner lord, whose figure appeared exceptionally light, gently tapped the ground with the end of his microphone cane.

With two crisp "ding-ding" sounds, ■■■, who had been coughing violently, suddenly vomited a mouthful of thick, almost congealed blood.

After coughing for a while, ■■■, who seemed to be feeling better, finally managed to open her golden eyes with difficulty after spitting out all the blood clots in her mouth.

Seeing this, Wendigo nodded in satisfaction, and his smile widened.

"Ah~! At this moment, perhaps I should say 'Happy Resurrection!' my beautiful and lazy little Sleeping Beauty~"

Seeing that ■■■ had opened her eyes and looked confused, Alastor, who was the first to speak, straightened up and said in his melodious and emotionally charged broadcast voice.

The impassioned yet slightly harsh voice made this seemingly confident sinner lord look exactly like a scoundrel yelling at people to get up with a megaphone.

But everyone must admit that the credit for ■■■'s awakening may be entirely due to Wendigo, who calls himself the hotel facilities manager.

"...■■■!! Waaaaaaaahhhhhh!!"

"Damn it!! You bitch, are you really trying to scare us all to death?!"

Upon seeing ■■■ open her eyes, Shirley, who was making a sticky crying sound, and Vicky, who was speechless, were the first to hug the dragon girl, who still looked somewhat bewildered, with Angel following closely behind.

Alastor: "..."

Sir Pensius, who glided over and hugged them, bursting into tears, and little Nefertie, who jumped into the middle of the crowd...

Seeing that even Hesk was standing aside asking Lucifer if he wanted to join, Wendigo, with a hint of disdain on his face, quietly took a step back.

But the person who had just woken up seemed to catch Alastor's greeting amidst the chaotic sounds.

She struggled to keep her eyelids open, then raised her stiff head and glanced at the male demon who had just spoken.

Dragon blood was evaporating from her body at a visible rate.

The glaring, sticky red gradually faded from the dragon girl's body, revealing her pale skin.

Exhausted, she slowly supported half of her face with her slightly trembling hand, as if processing the information at hand.

The old gentleman's gaze lingered on the resurrected woman without any lust or desire, filled with appreciation and satisfaction, as if he were checking out his own collection.

She still had long, silky hair like fine oriental silk, and her deep-set features appeared strangely normal in hell, to the point of being eerily unsettling.

The dragon girl's horn, which was originally broken and covered with spiderweb-like marks, was recovering at a remarkable speed. She gently trembled her beast ears hanging down beside her hair, as if trying to catch the sounds around her.

Unlike most of the plump female sinners in hell, the gender-ambiguous ■■■ has a lean, small, inverted triangle body.

Although the dragon girl is noticeably more reserved, she always prefers to conceal her body under her wide, oriental robes. However, she possesses remarkably beautiful and powerful muscle definition.

■■■ Its long tail rubbed against the ground like a black scaly python.

Alastor noticed that her tail seemed different from before. Looking at it with the scales in the same direction, it was a metallic black, but looking at it against the scales, he could catch a glimpse of a sharp and aggressive red at the junction of the scales.

A hint of interest flashed in Wendigo's eyes as he noticed the difference.

Because he realized that this might mean that things were different from before.

Alastor's gaze was fixed on the two extra red lines under the dragon girl's eyes.

The magnificent red color made ■■■'s originally righteous yet sinister golden eyes appear even more alluring and charming, making them quite pleasing to the eye.

But Alastor felt that perhaps he should say something more to the dragon girl in front of him...?

The dragon girl didn't speak, she just stared at him.

Perhaps seeing that someone had remained silent, the broadcasting demon, who always wore a strange smile on his face, suddenly bent down patiently.

The devil's hands and head were now supported only by his cane, yet he could still slowly and ghostly approach [the figure/object], his voice cheerful—

"So...darling, don't you have anything you want to say to me?"