Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 210 You Weren't Listening to Me at All! - S01E06

"..."

"If Shirley's request is to succeed this time... the only way is to get the angels to sympathize with sinners."

"But do you think that's possible?"

You sighed, no longer wanting to discipline Alastor, and then glanced at him with a slightly weary and helpless expression.

"To be honest, it is already quite difficult to get people to empathize when their own interests are involved."

"If we want those guys up there to empathize... isn't that just a pipe dream?"

With a hint of complaint in her voice, the dragon girl reached into her sleeves and turned to face the Wendigo in front of her.

"Is it a joke to expect those in positions of power to empathize with those in lower positions?"

You rolled your eyes.

"And you mentioned creating an environment earlier..."

"Well, because everyone's upbringing is so different, if I just do something, it will be difficult for me to achieve my goals." As you said this, your tone suddenly softened, and your eyes narrowed slightly.

"Just as you think... I do create environments."

The Eastern sinner's golden eyes held a hint of an enigmatic smile.

Because ■■■ rarely reveals her emotions, Alastor cannot immediately recognize her current mood.

Thus, the broadcasting demon did not respond immediately, but instead gripped his cane with great interest.

The devil's head was tilted slightly, as if he were thinking.

"I will start assimilating them from the smallest things."

"As long as the method is right and there is enough time, I am fully confident that I can guide them toward the goal I want..."

"Because for me, breeding is far more interesting than suppressing mobs."

The Eastern Sinner curled his lips into a strange, unnatural smile.

Her already low voice made every word she uttered at this moment sound like a threat... or a narrative that didn't quite fit her own image.

But it's clear that Alastor prefers the man who can say these words now to the "reliable chef" whom everyone at the inn likes.

“You know, nurturing is more difficult than slaughtering, and the feedback you get is much greater. This feedback will fill my emptiness, something that killing can never provide.”

However, oblivious to Wendigo's seemingly improved mood, you shrugged and continued rambling on to the male demon in front of you.

"As I said, people who are unable to empathize are more like vultures staring at carrion in completely different environments."

"Even if it's not hell, the human world is the same, because we are not a community of shared destiny, but rather competitors."

“Some disgusting groups will hypocritically say ‘oh, interesting’ to the bloody, real wars of others, but will side with the guys who start the wars simply because these guys have the same skin color as them.”

When you talk about these things, the expression on your face clearly begins to show strong disgust.

The dragon girl's deeply furrowed brows and tone suggested that she was thinking of someone she particularly looked down upon.

Alastor found this quite amusing.

After all, in his eyes, apart from that dilapidated inn, there seemed to be nothing else that she cared about...

Oh, maybe that company they co-founded is still around?

The broadcasting demon, holding his cane, thought this with a cheerful heart.

"It's really ridiculous."

"People only empathize with each other in extremely extreme circumstances, when they hope for the other's death."

"But when it comes to their own interests, everyone immediately starts to empathize."

"..."

When he noticed you staring at him, Alastor skillfully let out a perfunctory "humph" to show that he was listening to what you were saying.

Seeing his indifferent expression, your lips immediately drooped.

...Well, it seems Alastor would rather listen to you ramble on about chef's rules than hear this stuff from you.

When the Dragon Girl is unhappy, her body temperature will be lower than usual.

Upon seeing black ice beginning to appear at her feet, the Broadcasting Demon immediately realized that the inn's chef was displeased.

"..."

The old gentleman glanced indifferently at his feet, then at the she-devil's swaying tail, and then at her completely unchanged face—

"...You know perfectly well that the devil isn't interested in many of your topics."

With a slightly flippant tone, Alastor closed his eyes with a helpless expression, as if facing a child, and said, "You know yourself that what demons like is often the opposite of what you strive for."

As he said this, he habitually adjusted his one-way mirror.

"Clearly, I can represent most demons—I guess most people would agree with my taste…or in their meager brain capacity, I care about things that are above average for them."

While chatting with you, Wendigo, not forgetting to praise himself, proudly raised his face and placed one hand on his chest as if introducing himself.

"But I have to say, family-friendly comedies are absolutely disgusting and make me feel nauseous!"

"Nobody in hell would like this thing."

After saying that, the devil squinted his eyes and gave you a provocative look.