Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 172: What if it's an embarrassing chapter for her...? - S01E06

You see Alastor's eyes narrow slightly, and his mouth curls up into an increasingly eerie smile.

'He absolutely, absolutely...'

'He's full of bad intentions!'

Even before the broadcast devil has started speaking, you can't help but frown at his annoying smile and squinting eyes.

So you just forced a stiff smile and said, "Heh...heh, yeah."

The kind of partner you have to be wary of most of the time.

“It’s really sad, you seem a little reluctant?” Alastor raised an eyebrow, determined to give you a hard time at this moment.

"...Since you know I want to punch you in the face right now, stop provoking me!"

Sitting on the sofa, you grit your teeth, trying to tell the broadcasting demon about this with your "friendly" gaze.

"Oh dear, that's just the kind of young kid I am!"

But just then, the seemingly very outgoing Lady Devil suddenly turned the Broadcaster Devil's shoulder with her hand, and said with a smile that made her eyes crinkle.

"She keeps everything to herself. If you really want to communicate with her, you might have to be a little more assertive!"

"You have to ask her at least three times before she'll agree to something!"

When Alastor's shoulders were grabbed by Cynthia, you could see that his expression froze and his eyes widened for a moment.

Like a startled deer.

...Hmph, it seems all demons will meet the same fate in front of couples who already have children.

You originally intended to gloat and mock the broadcasting devil.

But after Cynthia said something else, the already faint smile on your face immediately disappeared.

"Of course, whether she agrees or not depends on the situation... but this method works for her most of the time!"

“…Oh! I will certainly keep that in mind, madam! Thank you for your ‘advice’.”

Having quickly recovered from his embarrassment, Alastor let out a feigned "helpless" laugh and waved his hand jokingly.

"Of course, this also confirms many things—for example, the chef is indeed a relatively shy demon?"

He removed Shilona's hand from his shoulder, then deliberately glanced at you sideways.

■■■: "..."

'This guy has a lot of tricks up his sleeve.'

'...You should have punched him when he did that!'

Looking at Alastor, who seemed to be having a pleasant conversation with Cynthia, the dragon girl remained outwardly calm but inwardly gritted her teeth and secretly grumbled to herself.

……

Although your blood pressure has spiked several times, unfortunately, you can only think about it.

After all, Alastor is too weak for you.

Or rather, apart from the Morning Star family and the slightly more capable Ring Lords, most of the beings in Hell are far too weak for you.

If you accidentally kill the broadcast demon, you'll be in big trouble.

You can't explain it to Shirley... nor can you fill the void left by Alastor's influence on the future.

Moreover, he was the partner you chose yourself.

His sharp mind really helped you a lot.

So, although you're always annoyed by Alastor, who seems to be born with a knack for irritating people, you'll quickly calm down.

After all, your anger towards Alastor serves no purpose other than causing your brain cells to die quickly.

“In the past, she couldn’t control her tail and would always sweep things off the table and onto the floor—at that time, my husband thought she had some kind of intellectual problem!”

Although there was no malice intended, the little devil mother, whose words and actions inexplicably carried an aggressive air, ignored the two demons' contrasting expressions and simply pointed to her temple with a cheerful smile.

"But she quickly proved with her abilities that she was an exceptionally intelligent girl... and the kind of intelligent that surpasses most of the demons in hell!"

I don't know if it was a deliberate attempt to build suspense, but Cynthia jumped right in front of you and reached out to pinch your perpetually expressionless face.

"Isn't that right? My clever little girl?"

The little devil lady, barely taller than your calf, spoke to you in a voice that sounded like she was coaxing a puppy.

"Oh~ you're the sinner I love most in this hell! Aren't you?"

……

……

?

"..."

"……Well……"

"Uh……"

You stutter.

The awkwardness, like a bandit, robbed you of all your inner peace, leaving behind only a cold, mocking laugh:

'If you commit a crime, you can be sent to a prison in hell, instead of suddenly being here…'

……

This is so unexpected!

You've almost forgotten how Lady Shilona treated you like her own child when you needed emotional support because you couldn't adapt to hell...

...But you brought Alastor here today too!

The dragon girl, who had just been mentally beating up a certain sinful lord, suddenly found herself at a loss.

The long-lost heat crept onto her pale cheeks with a wry smile.

"Hahaha……"

"what……"

"..."

The sinner from the East, who occasionally let out a mocking laugh, suddenly grabbed the hair on the side of his face to cover the lower half of his face as if trying to escape.

"...Please don't do this..."

"please."

As the little devil on her lap patted her head, the dragon girl pleaded with him as if surrendering.

Like a normally tough beast, revealing its vulnerable belly to the weak.

■■■Really rarely shows overly obvious emotions.

Most of the time, she just had a sour face, and only when she saw the demon in the inn would her expression soften slightly.

The sinner lord had never seen such a comical expression on the faces of sinners from the East before—

Is she shy?

The wild deer squinted in confusion and tilted its head.

There was no cursing or denial.

Like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, the dragon girl covered her face with two tufts of hair to avoid the battle.

Whether in life or after death, Alastor felt as if he had never seen such a "unique" way of being shy.

But perhaps this is just like what ■■■ said, it's a difference in regional culture?

Although thinking about such things is pointless, Alastor couldn't help but fall silent when he saw ■■■ reveal such a posture that he had never seen before.

After all, this was still a new experience for him.

The broadcasting demon raised his eyebrows with great interest.

"But hey! Who would have thought that a young girl like you would have such amazing skills?"

The little devil sat cross-legged on your lap, staring openly at the seemingly unconscious ■■■.

Although all that could be seen were the dragon girl's lowered eyes, which were filled with embarrassment, Shilona showed a helpless expression as if to comfort her, and lifted the female demon's silky black hair.

"...But, darling."

The little devil reached out and gently placed its tiny claws on your wrist bone.

Her tone carried a bravery and friendliness that seemed out of place for her size.

"No matter what you encounter outside, don't push yourself too hard, okay?"

"Believe me, you will always be a member of our Yaki family."

"No matter where you are, no matter whether you contact us or not."

"You can always go back to this home that's too cramped for you."

"Child, we will always save a bed for you."

"Your kitchenware, all your habits, all your anxieties—"

"We will all accept it."

Like a cat, Cynthia reached out her hand, just as she had every year before.

She hugged the arm of the Eastern Sinner, which was stiff with embarrassment, and then pressed it against her cheek.

Looking into ■■■'s eyes, which he always remembered as kind, the little devil's voice carried a hint of obvious doting affection.

Only at the very end of the conversation did Cynthia Akira reach out and gently wipe the corner of the female demon's eye, whispering a word of advice:

“I know you’ve tried your best, baby.”

"I don't fucking care what other people think, but..."

"■■■".

"In our family's eyes."

"You will always be the most perfect one."