Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 144 It's not safe for you to go out alone as a dragon, take this Alastor with you! - S0

Listening to the other person's loud and rhythmic broadcast voice, brimming with emotion, you felt yourself stiffen noticeably for a moment.

Your revelation of your true form has become a point of contention that people can easily exploit.

Given that this takes place in hell, it's understandable that the demons in the inn would make fun of it...

But when Alastor says it, you feel like the nature of the story is different.

"...What do you want to say?"

After her rebirth, the dragon girl, who looked somewhat tired throughout Shanghai, remained silent for a few seconds before asking this question.

Although it was a question, the voice of the Eastern Sinner still sounded very indifferent.

Moreover, her voice sounded more like a helpless compromise than a accusation.

"...Well then, let's at least get to the bottom of this first—"

Upon hearing you speak, the radio demon, who had been so adept at broadcasting, immediately tilted his rosy head dramatically.

His eyes curved strangely with excitement, and his tone was flippant:

"Our esteemed Hell Princess... has actually entrusted me to take good care of our perfect inn's chef!"

"But I guess she just wanted to prevent anyone from causing more trouble in hell that no one could solve?"

"But how absurd is that? I'm just a lowly announcer!"

"How could a lowly sinner lord like myself possibly keep an eye on a mysterious and powerful figure from the East?"

Wendigo, whose words were already extremely sarcastic, lightly shrugged his shoulders.

After taking a deep, enigmatic breath, he lazily opened his eyes. "Heh..."

He slowly adjusted his one-way mirror, his originally high-pitched laughter now carrying a light and alluring ending.

After doing all this, he squinted at you, like an elder gazing lovingly at a clueless child.

"But, darling, I believe you wouldn't be that kind of demon, right?"

He raised his eyebrows, as if he was in a dilemma.

"If it's 'taking care of,' then why did you disappear before?"

Realizing the other person was completely using a fallacy of equivocation and avoiding the main point, you resisted the urge to roll your eyes and asked this question speechlessly.

"...Oh! So you mean I don't even have the right to control my own time?"

Upon hearing this, Alastor, who seemed completely unconcerned about your question, feigned surprise by covering his mouth with his hand.

"My dear, you are far more ruthless, rude, and domineering than our noble princess!"

For some reason, the broadcast demon emphasized the word "ruthless".

...But before you even noticed this, you were already completely bewildered by the other person's aggressive remarks.

That's surprising, though I don't know if Alastor's words are true or false...

But after all that beating around the bush, does he actually want to go out with you?

Does he have to have the "upper hand" in this sense if he wants to go out with you?

Was he ashamed because he felt she had changed her mind and was no longer inviting him?

"...Did Shirley really say that? That she wants you to take care of me?"

You twitched your lips, amused by your own inexplicable thought, and couldn't help but ask him.

"Whether you believe it or not is your business..." Upon hearing this, the sarcastic broadcast demon slowly lowered his head, indifferently glancing down at his fingertips.

"Of course! If you think there's a demon in this pathetic place more capable than me at this, I won't be surprised~?"

you:"……"

Wendigo, who seemed to be plotting something, glanced at you meaningfully.

You stare at him expressionlessly.

The dragon girl's constantly thrashing tail perfectly revealed her current mood.

"That was just an accident! I definitely won't make that kind of silly mistake again..."

For some reason, you turned your head away and muttered something under your breath, as if you were dealing with a stern elder.

"Oh ho ho... no matter how much you object, it's Shirley's request—"

After accurately capturing every word you uttered, Alastor leaned nonchalantly against the wall.

He first raised his head dramatically, then lowered his eyelids, meeting your impatient gaze with a nonchalant yet playful air.

"As I said, I don't actually mind if my dear cook causes a disturbance outside the inn!"

"Or rather, who is capable of bearing the consequences of the accident you caused a second time?"

Alastor disguised your embarrassment with a nasty joke, but he didn't seem to be going to back down.

Even though your brows were deeply furrowed, he still tapped his cane nonchalantly and continued:

"Don't forget, life is unpredictable, my dear?"

……

You seem to have no better reason than to refuse the broadcast demon.

The dragon girl, who was inexplicably holding back her anger, showed a rare ripple on her face.

The visibly disgruntled Eastern sinner glared coldly at the gentleman before reluctantly uttering a "fine."

Perhaps she will never understand why the radio demon changed its attitude so quickly.

And just as you were about to compromise with a cunning sinner lord, a gentle breeze rose from beneath your feet.

Wendigo, who was watching all this, leaned against the wall and propped his head up.

Although he was appreciating it, the old gentleman was still somewhat surprised to hear a few static noises from his throat, indicating his confusion.

A gentle spring green, so different from the overall hue of hell, awoke on her clothes like vegetation reviving all things.

It felt like the rustling of grass blades, or like the gentle touch of a butterfly's wing against your ear.

The familiar rustling sound rubbed against every nerve of the demon.

The alluring red line under the dragon girl's eyes flashed by like a beautiful gift of mercy from hell.

The clothes worn by the sinner from the East swelled outwards like those of a bird basking in the sun.

Thousands of black hairs seemed to come alive as they swirled upwards into the air.

A few soft strands brushed against the broadcast devil's sleeve, carrying an unconscious, cold ambiguity.

Long, black hair was neatly combed in the air, finally braided and tied together with a light-colored ribbon.

Her figure landed lightly, like a butterfly sculpted from soft silk.

It wasn't a very long dress-up process, but for some reason, the person in the new clothes exuded an unreasonable...

Alastor's thoughts suddenly came to an abrupt end.

The old gentleman maintained his usual smile, while a strange, distorted musical noise echoed in his throat.

Perhaps the broadcasting demon is in a pretty good mood?

In the dimly lit corridor, ■■■'s clothes were still in the style of her hometown.

However, compared to her previous aloof and cold demeanor in white robes, although when she dealt with enemies, the blood beneath her white robes was strikingly red—

However, the only word to describe the clothes she wore today was "gentle".

It's like a pale blood swallow shedding its winter down and feathers, welcoming the vibrant early spring.

■■■Her long braid made her originally casual and unrestrained image more dignified and elegant.

Alastor would probably admit that he was momentarily distracted.

After all, the Eastern sinner before him reminded a demon from hell of things he would only think of in his previous life—

Beautiful and peaceful.

His paradise...this hell is completely out of place.

Like a docile and virtuous wife standing before an oak tree and a fence, waiting for her lover, with dappled sunlight filtered through the leaves falling softly on her silhouette.

Her black hair would be almost transparent when illuminated by the sun.

……

With just a slight squeeze, this nauseatingly blissful scene would vanish.

Wendigo tilted his head, looking at the pale, slender nape of the Eastern sinner with a sinister smile.

After she was resurrected, the black scales on her neck disappeared... Does this mean anything?

Alastor's gaze makes you feel uneasy all over.

You frowned, casually flicked your sleeve, and then deliberately tidied up the huge braid hanging down your right side.

...Tsk, even after being reborn, your hair is still this long.

"Is there anything you need to prepare, Broadcast Demon?"

After hanging a piece of emerald green jade on your braid as an ornament, you reluctantly turned to ask the silent Alastor a casual question.

"This time we're going to Devil's Castle."