Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 18 Good, now I'm finally dead.

"Oh... God... Haha... So, why didn't you just kill him? Was it because you didn't want to?"

After a burst of laughter, Wendigo, his voice almost seamlessly transitioning, asked you this question with genuine regret.

You realize this might be the first time you've heard Alastor speak with such genuine regret.

So, Alastor hates modern technology, and therefore hates the head of modern technology as well?

“Under normal circumstances, I would not kill sin lords who wield great influence, because most areas of Hell need them to keep things in check.”

You twitched your eyebrow, thinking that Alastor most likely had a personal grudge against that TV host.

"Moreover, if I were to kill Vox casually, the Pride Ring and even the entire Hell's economic chain and network might be reshuffled or collapse. This would bring unnecessary trouble to Shirley's Hell Inn and might also attract some big shots."

Unfazed by Alastor's recent manic behavior, you readily gave a helpful answer.

"If it's not time to completely break ties, doing this will only do harm and no good—mainly, it's for Shirley's sake."

……

"It's very much in line with your personality, but it's also an expected, boring, standard answer."

Alastor gave his assessment, then tapped your shoulder with his cane.

“But ■■■, I wonder if you have noticed... that you are actually threatening him.”

"If this 'CEO' reveals that you can freely travel to the human world, you should kill him..."

"Oh~ Hahahaha, my dear chef, besides this, another sentence of yours is truly the most delightful and witty remark I've made all year."

“I even want to broadcast this on my radio station 24/7, all year round, until that stupid, flat-faced idiot drowns in his own sensitive and lowly self-esteem.”

The broadcast demon, whose laughter was no longer as exaggerated as before, suddenly became more talkative.

He let out a few light, broadcast-like laughs, then grinned and tilted his head at you.

"...Really? I hadn't thought of that."

At the time, you were just angry because you found out you were being watched, and the person watching you even dared to threaten you. But you never expected that you would threaten the other person with a beating.

“I just wanted to beat him up, so I did.”

As if confirming something, you stood there and muttered something to yourself.

When you said that, Alastor's eyes widened and his ears perked up as if he had heard something interesting.

“Oh…■■■,■■■, my dear■■■, you always give me unexpected surprises.”

The broadcast demon shook its head at you as if it had laughed itself out of control.

After you pay, he leans lazily against the counter with his eyes half-closed, staring at you.

"After enduring one period under your command, the person in charge of that garbage technology must have had a rather unforgettable and miserable time, right?"

"If he were willing to broadcast his miserable state through that thin screen to the foolish sinners in hell, he would no longer have to live like a loveless clown staring at his pitiful viewership."

With sharp words and a sarcastic tone, Alastor propped his head up, looking playful yet composed.

"So, did he last at least one round against you?"

Just when you thought the conversation was over, the other person slowly asked you another question.

"..."

"No, but it took about ten seconds."

Completely unaware that you were also being harsh, you recalled the miserable state of Vox at that time.

Because you rushed over there in a fit of anger in the middle of the night, wearing only pajamas, and smashed half of the 3V building.

You only remember the shocked look on the face of the villain on TV; for some reason, you can't remember anything else.

"...Ha! Excellent answer. I think our deal can be concluded successfully."

After saying these words, the Eastern sinner, who always makes unexpected remarks, seems to only feel a little young at times like this.

She flicked her extremely conspicuous long tail, and a look of confusion appeared on her usually expressionless, pale face.

At least today he was genuinely entertained. Alastor didn't care about the other person's surprise and simply reached out to straighten his already impeccably tailored suit.

There were only two sinners in the small tailor shop who looked unapproachable. After a moment of silence, the female sinner, who had always seemed aloof, finally spoke.

"I'm surprised you would waste an opportunity on such a worthless question."

You couldn't help but say that.

As Alastor approached you and the tailor shop's door, out of courtesy, you used your tail to pry open the door for the broadcasting demon.

As the crisp sound of the doorbell rang, and the stench of vomit and excrement filled the air outside, you finally understood what that familiar voice, which had been playing for a long time, was singing.

Oh, it turns out to be a little tune that slanders the devil of broadcasting.

This song has been playing since the beginning, and you're only now realizing who the main character is.

But the main reason was that most of the lyrics were drowned out by Alastor's laughter, which could be described as exaggerated.

"That's not how it's said, darling."

The sinner lord, who ignored the provocative tune, spoke with no change in tone.

Although the lyrics were quite offensive, you noticed that the other person's expression was very relaxed; he didn't even frown.

"You know, a good mood is priceless, isn't it? This little transaction was meant to be fun; if you're too calculating, there's no enjoyment in it."

With his hands behind his back, Alastor stood calmly beside you and said, "Please? I suppose there are others waiting for Miss Chef's surprise tonight."

After the demon politely gestured to you, you and he hadn't walked far when you heard new lyrics coming from the eavesdropping radio behind you.

The lyrics roughly mean that only blind people would be attracted to the radio demon, and that walking beside him would inevitably lead to misfortune.

He's practically making it clear that you're walking right next to him.

you:"……"

You immediately realize that the TV kid is most likely using something to monitor you.

At this moment, your expression hardened, and you used the black flame in your palm to crush the two security cameras on the street corner.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I don't want to spend the whole way back to the inn admiring the president's charm. Let me give you a piece of advice: if you stretch your hand too far, someone will cut it off."

Before melting down the last electronic device, you coldly uttered these words.

Alastor, walking beside you, raised one eyebrow in surprise, but his smile grew wider and wider.

You know he might not have been in a bad mood when he was confronting you, but he must be in a good mood now.

After all, the enemy of my enemy is my friend, especially since you once beat him up.

"I hope the chef realizes that every time she gets close to you, more and more interesting things happen."

Perhaps noticing your displeasure, Alastor casually remarked something like this while standing beside you.

"..."

"I know you've been holding back a lot of things. Now that you're all right, go do what you need to do. There's no need to be so gentlemanly in front of me."

You couldn't be bothered to argue with Alastor's behavior of seemingly accompanying you but actually just looking for fun, so you told him to leave.

Although this person is not one to hold grudges, their indifference to such obvious provocation clearly indicates that something big is about to happen.

"While I appreciate your understanding, it is a gentleman's duty to accompany a beautiful lady to where she needs to go."

Scarlet Wendigo, seemingly unaffected by the song, rejected you without hesitation.

you:"……"

Despite his obvious attempt to avoid the main issue, Alastor still accompanied you all the way back to the hotel.

Even if you don't say a word to each other, the radio demon, who has high standards and requirements for his own image, will still adhere to his gentlemanly principles.

But the moment he stepped into the inn's territory, he instantly transformed into a black shadow and vanished.

……

*He insists on pretending nothing's wrong while he's around you, but he's probably already furious on the way back.

Before leaving, you stared at the broadcast booth at the very top of the inn for a long time, speechless.

Shirley and Angel accepted the fact that you and Alastor were together more quickly than anyone else.

Only Vicki, who has always been dissatisfied with Alastor, and Hesk the cat will try to find out in a roundabout way whether there has been any "improper dealings" between you and the other party.

The topic was finally brought to a complete end when Angel said, "The way you're talking makes it sound like the two of them went out to a hotel."

I understand why Vicky and Hesker were so wary, yet you were ultimately crushed by a single sentence from the Spider Sinner.

The great Angel Dester drove his yellow dump truck and indiscriminately killed all the demons in the inn.

After a busy day, just as you're preparing to cook a pot of hot soup for everyone, looking exhausted, the entire hotel suddenly plunges into darkness, as if on purpose.

For a moment, the only light source in the entire kitchen was the corner above your head.

And soon, demons will follow the light source above your head to find you.

Shirley: "■■■, it seems like the entire Pride Ring has lost power! Right now, it seems only Alastor's place has lights on... Are you alright?"

you:"……"

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Of course you're great, you're absolutely amazing! :)