Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 150 In the Past - S01E06

"I mean, you said a long time ago that you had no money to live on..."

Feeling a bit clumsy, you patiently explained this to Christina in front of you.

You want the other person to understand that you have no ill intentions and simply want to know how she has been while you were away.

“If you run out of money, you might have to sell your body… uh, I mean, did the money I gave you help you out of this predicament?”

You didn't realize that you were looking at the other person with expectant eyes.

At first, Christina probably thought the sinner in front of her was joking, or even mocking her.

She originally wanted to sneer and curse the other party for being brainless and using despicable methods.

But when she met the female demon's golden eyes, Christina felt as if she had been hit with a stick.

Moreover, she also deeply realized—

The sinner before them did not seem to be joking.

She means it.

……

But as you say those words, you find that Christina's face in front of you is contorted into an almost comical shock.

She opened her mouth, babbling for a long time without being able to utter a complete sentence.

The female demon's stiffness and disbelief were entirely genuine, as if they were materialized.

But soon, you feel like the other person has turned red like a lit bomb.

"I'll f*** you!!! You're fucking insane!!! Get out of here!!!"

Christina, her face flushed, seemed to have used every swear word in English, hurling insults hysterically.

"I never want to see you again! Don't you dare come to Little Devil's Castle again!! You're a lunatic! A freak!!"

Christina, who seemed to have inexplicably broken down, gave you the middle finger again and then quickly disappeared at the other end of the street as if fleeing in panic.

...And naturally, you didn't get your wallet back either.

However, since most of your assets are in your pocket, you don't really need to retrieve your wallet...

……

"Feel sorry."

You loosened your grip on Alastor's tail and sincerely apologized to the old gentleman with a furrowed brow.

“Honey, I’m starting to wonder if it’s the right choice to always forgive you so easily.”

Although his tone remained flippant and unruly, Alastor made no attempt to hide his dissatisfaction.

"My perfect chef, although your strength is unmatched... I hope you will cherish the devil's unprecedented forgiveness, and not take it as permission to act recklessly and without restraint."

The demon tapped its three fingers on its microphone cane several times in succession.

“I’m really sorry… I know she went too far, but please, for my sake—I hope you won’t kill her.”

Knowing that what you did was indeed offensive, you honestly expressed your apology.

You shoved a handful of homemade snacks into the radio demon's hand, as if you were dealing with a child.

"This is new research from the last couple of days. Too much has happened before, and I haven't had time to give it to you."

The Dragon Girl said this in a very serious tone.

...But who in hell would treat the broadcasting demon like a child?

The sinner lord stared silently at the small snacks in his hand for a while, and then, without making a sound, put the handful of colorful trinkets into his suit pocket.

"acceptable."

Alastor glanced lightly at his fingernails.

At this moment, the male demon was behaving like a cat that had just been fed cat treats.

But he didn't seem satisfied; he was simply less angry now.

"I think you can now continue with your topic."

Wendigo glanced at you sideways.

you:"……"

You: "Let's talk as we walk."

You guess you'll have to talk to Alastor about this someday, so instead of waiting for him to dig it out of you, you might as well tell him now.

So the two of you started walking side by side again, just like before.

"When I first went to hell, I landed in Little Devil Castle."

As the Alastor heel clicked on the ground, you began to speak in a calm tone.

"When I first arrived in Hell, my days were not easy."

"I think this part can be simplified, right?"

After thinking for a few seconds, you asked this question.

"……what ever."

Alastor's indifferent voice faded away, devoid of interest.

To be honest, he has no obligation to have any emotional reaction towards you...

But the broadcast demon seems to have an innate ability to make others feel uncomfortable.

However, you seem to have started to get used to his attitude towards people and things.

"When I first went to hell, I had nowhere to live and no source of funds, so I lived under a bridge for a while."

You pursed your lips as you tried to recall that unpleasant memory.

As you say this, you hear Alastor let out a canned comedy laugh, almost as if he's making a joke.

“Oh... my poor little thing, this is not the way a lady should live.”

He raised his eyebrows and glanced at you with an elegant and dignified look.

Alastor's eyes were always nonchalant and lazy, but you could probably guess what he wanted to ask and what he wanted to say.

"At that time, I had not yet overcome the psychological barrier to killing."

You shrug and explain.

"……oh?"

Accompanied by Alastor's meaningful monosyllabic syllable, he suddenly raised his hand without warning.

A green light flashed past you like a flying blade, and the corpse of a sinner holding a dagger suddenly fell from above your heads.

"pity."

The body that fell from the sky was smashed into a pile of minced meat right before your eyes.

As the scalding blood splattered in all directions, it turned into a light rain, quietly melting away some distance from you, like the "first snow" melting in hell.

You notice that Alastor seems to be looking at you, so you turn your head to meet his naked gaze.

"Obviously, I'm used to this kind of thing now—after all, you have to keep improving if you want to survive, right?"

You flicked your sleeve, and together with him, gracefully stepped over the gruesome corpse, smiling nonchalantly at the devil before you.

"However, you don't want to hear what I've been through."

You smoothed out the wrinkles on your sleeve, a hint of a smile in your voice.

"Clearly, no one cares about the process of a person struggling to survive; people often need a result they want more."

Before they knew it, the Dragon Girl had led Wendigo to the front of what appeared to be a newly built apartment building.

In the shadows of the building, it seemed as if someone was whispering and discussing something.

But the strange chatter ceased when the two men, who looked like men of ill repute, cast their gazes into the shadows.

"Of course! Darling! I don't deny your conclusion, but if the chef also has a tragic experience, I think I'd still be very willing to hear it!"

As you rang the doorbell at the apartment, Alastor stood still and spoke in his own melodious voice behind you.

"…You wish."

You turn your head expressionlessly, and your tail, which always betrays your emotions, wags behind you in dissatisfaction.

"However... although I can't tell you the details, at least we've reached our destination, sir."

"Hopefully, no one will make your trip boring."

"Broadcasting Demon?"

"Hmph... With the chef's half-hearted apology and that rude thief, I can't think of any other way to make this journey more boring?"

In response to your seemingly resentful remarks, Alastor, standing at the bottom of the stairs, raised an eyebrow at you with great interest.

"you……"

Just as you were twitching your lips, trying to say something, the broken voice system that you rang the doorbell suddenly started beeping.

Before you could turn your back to respond, Alastor, who was standing at the bottom of the stairs, walked up and stood beside you.

"What the hell... Has this thing been unused for ages?"

"Damn it, I should have taken this thing apart! It scared the hell out of me!"

"Qina, who rang the doorbell?"

"I don't know, Mom."

"Ugh, you're such an idiot! Get out of here and let me see! Dad, how could Mom have given birth to such a stupid little sister?"

Jamie, you fucking can't talk about your sister like that!

"I……"

"Zizi-"

……

……

"I**!?"

"Mother!!"

"...It's ■■■!"

"■■■ is here—!!!"