Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 154 In this hellish place, it seems only you know how to please me – S01E06

In the dimly lit staircase with its reddish hue, the eyes of the calamity monster glowed with an eerie red light, sending chills down one's spine.

You see the broadcast demon's sharp fangs, chilling even in the darkness, like the defiant growl of a carnivore.

The shadows of Wendigo rustled in the darkness, like a wild beast poised to pounce.

……

But he actually dared to use your words against you!?

You feel so annoyed that your face is practically scrunched up after being shut down by the other person's few words!

Alastor even said before that he was indulging you...

Doesn't this guy have any self-awareness about whether he's indulging you or you're the one indulging him?!

The dragon girl's brows were so furrowed they could trap a fly, and even her breathing was tinged with displeasure.

Unaware that he had already bared his sharp teeth in displeasure, like a snarling hound.

"Oh... what's wrong, my young and naive lady? What's troubling you?"

Alastor, who particularly enjoys provoking you at times like these, fearlessly extended his microphone cane and tapped you on the shoulder as usual.

The broadcasting demons are now giving you far too many get-out-of-jail-free cards.

He is an important part of Hell's Inn, your trading partner, and a reliable external brain when you're overwhelmed.

Most importantly, you'll make time specifically to watch movies with him...

You even bound his restaurant review cards into a booklet and kept it in the kitchen so you could refer to it anytime!

With your mind in complete turmoil, you lower your eyes and glance at the cane still resting on your shoulder.

"You seem to have a particular fondness for these dust-like lives... but my God~ you should know what that means, right?"

"Sweetheart, you should be grateful for your unparalleled power, otherwise you would probably have been killed by your own willfulness countless times!"

"I really don't know what I was thinking when I agreed to come to this filthy and stinking place with you."

"Maybe it's interesting!?"

"Hmph..."

"Who knows?"

Alastor was still talking on and on in his broadcast-like tone.

He was like a sarcastic, gossipy aristocrat sharing anecdotes with his sisters.

The sinner lord's long, sarcastic speech made your already furrowed brow throb with pain.

But Alastor seemed to sense your unease; you only saw him clear his throat and adjust his one-way mirror.

"?~"

"Oh, my charming chef?"

"Look at you?"

"What an amusing act of kindness!"

"Like a forbidden fruit bestowed upon humanity by heaven, arrogantly alluring and tempting!"

……

"..."

enough!

The moment the old gentleman's magnificent, Broadway-style singing voice rang out, you felt as if a nerve in your brain had snapped.

So, before you two could react, you, unable to bear it any longer, snatched the cane that Alastor had been draping over your shoulder, which was playing background music.

The old gentleman's singing came to an abrupt end.

Instead, a terrifying crackling sound of electricity filled the air.

Alastor's ever-present microphone cane felt warm to the touch.

In fact, when you snatched the item from his hand, you clearly heard a sharp, grating sound coming from the demon's throat.

He seemed completely unprepared for you to do this—

Or perhaps he never even imagined you would do that!

"...You're not allowed to score points using my jokes."

Before snatching Alastor's cane, you even had the energy to warn him in your usual cold voice.

"Varied……"

"That's not right—! Miss! You come back here!"

The sinner lord's rare outburst of anger carried a hint of elder's sternness, as if he were about to reprimand an ignorant child.

But ■■■ only glanced back at Alastor once, and then vanished as lightly as a pale-colored bird.

The dragon girl's long, ink-black hair was tinged with an extremely subtle yet vibrant color by the crimson light of the Arrogant Ring.

Such disregard even caused the tyrant, who was usually feared, to be momentarily stunned.

But soon, Alastor suddenly realized something—

I can't catch her.

A sense of annoyance at being mocked crept into the heart of the broadcasting devil.

But the moment he looked into those golden eyes, he suddenly realized something.

Wendigo's red hair, which had been puffed up due to displeasure, suddenly fell back down.

Alastor's gaze went blank for a moment, but the smile on his face widened strangely.

A strange feeling swept through the wild deer's chest, like a sharp iron object leaving a bloody mark.

……

"I've never heard anyone use such an old-fashioned sentence structure before. Is he your father or something?"

Jamie suddenly asks you this question as you walk through the door of the apartment marked "665" while holding Alastor's cane.

The grinning little devil jumped off your shoulder with his sister.

"You should know that it's very impolite to say that, darling?"

You look at the little devil beside your legs, raise one eyebrow, and tease him.

"They might be somewhat similar... but even at his worst, he should still be a beautiful old relic from humanity's golden age."

The dragon girl tapped her shoulder lightly with Alastor's microphone cane, then winked at Jamie.

Jamie, born in hell, didn't understand what you were saying, so he just stared at you blankly for a while.

But because you came, the little guy, immersed in joy, quickly forgot about it.

Urged on by your tail, Jamie happily went inside.

As for you...

You have to wait at the door for Alastor to come upstairs.

The broadcasting demon must be furious, right?

You secretly hoped to see the other person's reaction, so you lowered your head and glanced discreetly at the microphone cane in your hand.

As you feel the surface of the iron-like object go from warm to scalding hot, your eyebrows subtly twitch upwards.

—Oh, right, you almost forgot that Alastor's cane is alive.

The Eastern Sinner stared at the restless eye that darted around on the microphone cane.

"rustle."

Just then, you feel as if something brushes past your toes, like a startled hare.

You look at your shadow with great interest.

Alastor is actually very fast, but that's mainly because he darts in front of you by turning into a shadow.

"Hard."

As the slender, red male demon rose from the ground, you immediately and solemnly nodded to Alastor before you.

“I’ve kept your cane safe; it looks brand new.”

You solemnly held the cane in both hands and presented it to its owner.

It's like bestowing a sword upon a knight.

After Alastor silently took back his staff, the dragon girl, lost in thought, even pretended to wipe non-existent tears from the corner of her eye with her sleeve.

"Even though we only spent a few seconds together, I already miss him..."

Looking at the male demon in front of you, whose smile had frozen, you said this insincerely.

Alastor: "..." She really has been led astray.

But who exactly did this?

The broadcasting demon, his mind filled with many thoughts, frowned as he looked at the dragon girl before him.

A few short, sharp sounds, half-smiling and half-smiling, squeezed out from between his teeth.

"My little lamb..."

"I think I have indeed spoiled you too much."

Although Alastor's voice sounded a bit like he was gritting his teeth... you felt like he was just speechless and didn't really mean to be angry.

This is a very novel experience for you.

You thought Alastor would immediately get angry at you and mutter some flowery, sarcastic remarks?

Thinking this, a faint, almost imperceptible smile appeared on your face—you were sure Alastor wouldn't care.

(*But actually he cared a lot and noticed the change in your expression.)

The Dragon Girl, who is always taciturn and never shows her emotions, seems to have finished making all the jokes of the year today.

The two equally terrifying male and female demons stared at each other.

The smile on his face was eerie and unsettling, yet so stiff that it seemed as if he was angry.

One of them had a blank expression on his face, yet there was a faint smile playing on his lips.

But it seems that ■■■ wasn't in a good mood because she pranked the radio demon.

Although his expression remained as dull as ever, the Eastern Sinner's long tail kept curling excitedly in the air after seeing the Yaki family.

"..."

"I hope to get a reasonable explanation."

Realizing he had been somewhat out of line, the broadcasting demon stared at the female demon in front of him for a while before narrowing his eyes in displeasure.

He looked like he wanted to do something signature with his recovered cane...

But in the end, he did not do so.

"Sweetheart, accompanying you this far is all that matters."

Alastor closed his eyes and added to you with his usual arrogant expression.

"Then, to be fair!"

"Now, I'll give you ten seconds to come up with a reason for me to stay!"

"ten."

"Nine."

"Eight."

"Seven, six, five..."

……

"Well then, my dear... the great radio demon."

Would you like to stay for a meal?

As the broadcast demon casually counted down to the very last moment, you finally looked seriously at Alastor, who had already counted down to one, and asked him this question.

The dragon girl, with her strategic mind, remained calm and composed, as if she already knew what answer she would receive.

However, when you heard what I said, you saw Alastor pause for a moment, which was quite obvious.

Wendigo's previously droopy eyes suddenly snapped open.

However, more than the joy of eating, you feel that he seems surprised that you would say such a thing.

After a brief silence, you see the broadcast demon's shoulder suddenly twitch—

But what followed was his neurotic, perfectly enunciated laughter.

"..."

"Hahaha... Hahahahahahaha...!"

"Oh... my sweetheart."

"My innocent and foolish little lamb..."

"Tell me, isn't that strange?"

"It seems like you're the only one in this hell..."

"Is he the one who knows best how to please me?"