readsfreenovel Chapter 147 That's a really bad deer - S01E06
Chapter 147 That's a really bad deer - S01E06
This is entirely your fault.
You shouldn't have any illusions about any demons in hell who sell stick-shaped items.
Holding two cheese hot dogs, you stood there with a pained expression, subtly twitching your ears.
You see Wendigo standing in front of you with his hands behind his back, not showing much other emotion.
Faced with the little devil's gruff laughter, he simply twisted his neck as he had in every previous moment of anger.
The blood-red demon smiled sinisterly, like a massive nightmare crawling out of a hallucination.
Alastor's head peeks out from your side in a strange, horizontal motion.
Although most creatures in Hell are used to the demons' unusual ways of behaving...
But the broadcast demon, whose laughter is eerily strange from beginning to end, will still make most "creatures" feel uneasy and terrified.
As Alastor rages, you hear grotesque screams of humanity emanating from the depths of the radio station.
The moment a rustling sound, like sandpaper being ground, rang out, two jet-black tentacles emerged from behind Alastor.
"Fuck!"
The sound of something cutting through the air rings out in your ears, as if even the air itself has sprouted aggressive barbs.
Wendigo's attack came without warning and was incredibly fast.
You feel as if a strong gust of air has rushed past the side of your face.
But what you're facing is a familiar smile that a foreign gentleman doesn't seem to care much about.
The short "smack" sound ended quickly.
You almost immediately realize that the little devil who had just been spouting lewd remarks to you has been killed by the tyrant in front of you.
...Before the man could even let out a scream, he was crushed into a pulp by the sinner lord with lightning speed.
It's like one second an elegant gentleman is politely greeting you, and the next second, a sharp weapon pierces your chest.
The blood on the devil's face, however, is merely a cheap yet glamorous compliment.
But Alastor didn't let anything get on him, even though he actually liked the feeling of blood raining down on him.
"...So, where were we?"
The male demon, who seemed completely unconcerned about the little incident, enthusiastically started a conversation.
Killing a wildcat-like imp was as easy as crushing an insect for the sinful lord before him.
...If you were in hell right after you went there, you would probably be so scared that you would burst into tears on the spot if you saw this, right?
You couldn't help but turn your head away after not responding to Alastor immediately.
Because no one was controlling the oil temperature, the small cart was sizzling hot oil as it poured out steam.
You silently used your telekinetic magic to turn off the switch on the little cart, then glanced sideways at the little devil whose internal organs had been crushed.
In hell, most lives are not worthy of sympathy, because many of their fates are self-inflicted.
However, if it weren't for Alastor's actions reminding you...
You feel like you've almost forgotten that the broadcast demon in front of you is a terrible tyrant whose sinners have posted warnings that you "need to get away from him as soon as possible."
Looking at the black tentacle that was viciously grinding flesh into a paste on the ground, the dragon girl remained silent for a long time before turning her head back.
Compared to the radio demon's sarcastic and theatrical nonchalance, the Eastern sinner's movements were always gentle yet indifferent.
In this entire hellish place, apart from that almost foolish inn, nothing else seemed to catch her attention.
……snort.
The broadcasting demon thought this with a hint of boredom as it intensified its crushing of the flesh.
……
However, he didn't notice the other person's increasingly distorted and widening smile...
But you discover that the other person, as if taking their anger out on you, is viciously ravaging the already gruesome corpse.
...a psychopath.
You pouted.
"Oh! Looks like I'm now interested in taking a few more glances at what you're holding?"
Wendigo, who always seemed to like expressing his own opinion before you could speak, said this casually with drooping eyelids.
"It's a pity the little devils don't taste very good. I hope the things these silly little bugs make will taste better than they are."
……
You watched with mixed feelings as Alastor rubbed his fingertips against his collar.
Even though he didn't kill the demon with his hands, the old gentleman still expressed his contempt and disdain in his own unique way.
Ah, even if they die, whether physically or psychologically, their mouths won't let them off the hook—
That really does fit Alastor's method of desecrating corpses.
Having stood there for several minutes holding those two cheese hot dogs, you looked away and couldn't help but think to yourself.
Fortunately, that sarcastic and amusement-loving demon can't hear what you're thinking.
After smearing the mass of flesh directly onto the ground, he withdrew his tentacles with satisfaction.
"Ha! Some things, even if used as paint on the floor of hell, will only cause trouble for others!"
The wicked devil said nonchalantly, "If a starving homeless man comes here to lick the flesh from his corpse, then perhaps his death wasn't in vain?"
"..."
Although the little devil's dirty talk to Alastor was basically dancing on the very thing the devil hated most, Alastor's wicked humor still made you frown.
The biggest reason you've never liked cats is because they like to toy with and abuse their prey.
But Alastor just happens to remind you of a cat—
Equally mischievous, equally willful.
"Oh... what happened? Darling, even though you're usually as silent as if you don't have a mouth, you've been unusually quiet today!"
Perhaps seeing you standing there silently with two cheese hot dogs in your hand, Alastor turned his head towards you.
Wendigo seems to be looking for fun anytime, anywhere, with a charming and playful demeanor.
After twirling his cane around, he asked you excitedly, "What's wrong, my little cutie pie? Were you scared by how your elders scolded the disobedient bug?"
"But at least I will never do that to you, so you don't need to worry! Hahahaha..."
Alastor laughed maniacally, his bloodshot eyes sweeping over you meaningfully.
"..." Sigh, being with him is so exhausting.
"Sir, you're calling me by so many different names."
Feeling like you've heard at least three "affectionate nicknames" today, you finally couldn't help but interrupt the broadcasting devil in front of you.
In some ways, he's quite the talker.
Even if you ignore him, he can still act as if no one else is around, entertaining himself with a bunch of seemingly complimentary but actually critical remarks...
Is Hesker's sharp tongue because he's been around him for a long time and has been influenced by him?
Feeling like your scalp was being scalped by the other person's incessant chatter, you silently resisted the urge to roll your eyes.
"Hey... listen, maybe I do enjoy hearing you say these things sometimes... uh."
Facing the broadcast demon tilting its head and looking confused, you paused for a moment, "Rebellious, or avant-garde viewpoint."
Not knowing how to tactfully describe Alastor's speech, you frowned and awkwardly gestured with your hands in the air.
"..."
In response to your remarks, Alastor remained silent, maintaining his usual smiling face as he watched you in silence.
"...Never mind, but can we get back to normal now?"
Seeing this, the Dragon Girl, no longer intending to explain, simply and decisively lowered her hand with a blank expression.
"normal?"
Upon hearing this, Alastor, who seemed genuinely genuine, repeated your choice of words with a puzzled look, "So, what does Miss Chef consider normal?"
He asked this jokingly.
"..."
"Uh... never mind."
You, who seemed to have given up on something, let out a glare that you had been holding back.
"Why should we let it go? Darling, I've always been very strict with you, and I always do things perfectly! So naturally you can be just as strict with me..."
"Then eat what I have in my hand."
You expressionlessly held out your cheese hot dog to Alastor.
He shut his mouth.
You could see the demon's obvious displeasure in his furrowed brow and red eyes.
"Haha, that's my jackpot."
You smiled smugly.
Even when the Dragon Girl joked, she remained expressionless.
Of course, it's also possible that the few pixels at the corners of your mouth are unnoticed by others.
Perhaps because it was rare to see an Eastern sinner act so bluntly and childishly, Alastor's eyebrow twitched slightly for a moment.
You didn't pay much attention to Alastor's actions, only glancing down at the cheese hot dog in your hand.
But after just one glance at what you held in your hand, you immediately understood everything.
...At least you now understand why this gentleman, who doesn't seem to be particularly picky about food, is so disgusted with what you're holding.
Similarly, the Eastern Sinner will probably never know that Alastor is currently arguably the most picky Wendigo in the entire Pride Ring.
...Not wasting food is the most basic virtue of the Chinese people, as is not spending money carelessly.
At this moment, the Dragon Girl, caught in a dilemma, couldn't help but twitch half of her beautiful face twice.
She first suspended another cheese hot dog in mid-air, and then tentatively pinched the top of the hot dog sausage with her thumb and forefinger.
To better appreciate the state of the food, you removed the scales from your hands.
This fried cheese hot dog you just bought is absolutely hideous.
The breadcrumbs didn't look properly coated, which resulted in the fried hot dog in your hand being completely misshapen.
Even though it hasn't been out of the hot oil for long, you can still feel the unhealthy fried food being soggy on your fingertips.
You can't smell the aroma of any fried food; only cheap sauces, smelling like stinking sewers, are fiercely battling in your nostrils.
"..."
Thinking you were immune to most foods, you calmly broke off a small piece of a hot dog sausage that was almost dripping with oil.
But just before putting it in my mouth...
The Dragon Girl stared at the sticky, wet cheese hot dog in her hand and fell into a silence that rivaled that of Alastor.
Alastor made no attempt to hide his disdainful look.
He leans on his cane, silently gazing at you without uttering a word.
"...Maybe it's not as bad as I imagined?"
I don't know who you're trying to comfort with those words.
But you no longer want to be stuck in a standoff with the broadcasting demon on the streets of Little Devil's Castle!
You need progress!
With that thought in mind, you stuffed that small piece of cheese hot dog into your mouth like a warrior going to his death.