readsfreenovel Chapter 257 My room is missing something, and your head is just right - S01E07
Chapter 257 My room is missing something, and your head is just right - S01E07
Things shouldn't have been this serious at first, right?
Shirley was still thinking about this question when things started to completely go off track and head in a terrible direction.
But clearly, it's too late to think about anything now.
"If you ask me... what an adorable ogre!"
Before the crimson-clad gentleman could speak or react, ■■■, who seemed to want to say something, suddenly reached out in a light tone and gently rubbed his shoulder.
Strands of her hair, along with unseen dust, slipped from the deer's shoulder; after this cleansing motion, the witch casually placed her fingers on the deer's shoulder—
One by one, they fell.
Her fingers made a soft, rustling sound on the shoulders of the sinner lord, who always maintained a proud posture.
It's like a kind of nonchalant teasing and silent mockery.
……
...Oh, perhaps ■■■ has never looked more like a female ghost than she does now?
Xia Li, looking somewhat flustered, widened her eyes.
The Hell Princess rubbed her arms nervously, like a child who had made a mistake.
The cold aura surrounding the dragon girl had somehow materialized into icy mist.
They spread outwards quietly and slowly, like soft, living silk; they swallowed the devil's shoe tips; and then condensed into a thin layer of black ice on the ground.
This unusual anomaly caused the ogre townspeople who passed by her to frown, and then either surprised or annoyed, they walked around them.
"..."
"..."
And so the war escalated silently.
They were met with a less-than-settling silence; the well-chosen song in the tailor shop continued to play relentlessly.
The old houses in this unfamiliar area stood quietly behind the two demons, casting a large shadow on the strange atmosphere as if they were watching a spectacle, seemingly indifferent.
Even in such an environment, ■■■'s hands were still shockingly pale.
...or rather, people couldn't help but notice her hands.
Because at this very moment, the Dragon Girl's hand was resting on the edge of the devil's teeth; anyone who knows how terrifying the Broadcasting Demon is will understand that with just one snap, the woman's hand would be torn into a pool of gruesome flesh by the devil's sharp, trap-like teeth.
But her hands were indeed beautiful.
The sinner from the East has long, slender fingers with distinct knuckles.
To make sword practice and cooking easier, ■■■ never grew her nails long; but for this trip, her rounded nails were evenly painted with red nail polish.
Accompanied by her light, deft adjustment of the radio-printed devil collar—
This made the usually silent and gentle Eastern sinner feel as if she were gently touching a pool of blood, or as if butterflies were landing on her fingertips...
She seemed to have a lot more to say.
"I still don't understand why you think you can so casually bring up topics at times like this."
The Eastern sinner narrowed his eyes, feigning amusement as he gazed at Alastor's ever-sinister smile.
"But... perhaps I should remind those who have offended me of what happened to their predecessors at my hands—"
"Or perhaps, the happiest choice is for these poor creatures to stay in your radio station, like clipped larks, bleeding profusely as they sing for a conceited sinner lord?"
■■■ said this in a very soft, smiling voice.
“I am so sorry… for the ‘beloved’ radio demon.”
"You will surely forgive my sudden idea."
"Because I suddenly started to feel that my room was a bit empty, and I might need to put something in it."
"But I just realized that maybe your head is a perfect fit?"
You glanced indifferently at Alastor's small antlers, then reached out and touched them as if admiring some insignificant ornament.
"After all, deer heads have been prized ornaments since ancient times, and in the entire hell, your broadcast demon head might just be the finest and most expensive deer head decoration? What do you think..."
"Sizzle—!!"
"Zizzi——!!"
Before you could finish speaking, a chaotic, almost infuriating, broadcast noise suddenly burst from Alastor's throat and cane!
……
But instead of getting angry, he burst into laughter as if he had heard something incredibly funny.
"Hmph... Hehe... Hahahaha! Oh... My lady!"
The sinful lord, who had interrupted you, decisively knocked your hand away with his cane.
You raise one eyebrow and look at him.
Although the broadcast demon was still laughing, his state was even somewhat deranged... or manic.
But you can still tell from his slightly stiff smile and furrowed brows—oh, and his eyes flashing with a radio frequency—that he must be furious at this moment.
Unfortunately, he still maintained that dignified elegance; you could only tell he was furious by looking at his pupils, which had turned into pointers.
There was a hint of regret in your eyes.
what.
Before he made a deal with Shirley, you maintained a certain politeness with him, sacrificing your own happiness to accommodate the other's self-esteem.
But now that things have come to this, do you feel there's no need for you to continue respecting a demon who would betray you?
"Please forgive me, but miss, I have to wonder—have you lost your mind? Or is this how you treat your business partners, your colleagues at the inn...?"
In response to your statement, Alastor, whose expression clearly showed a forced smile, stood there leaning on his cane.
The shadow behind him stared at you angrily, like some wounded beast.
It opens its mouth wide, revealing its sharp teeth, as if it can't wait to bite off your neck.
"Oh...or was your politeness just an act?"
"What a surprising performance! It's like seeing that all your calmness is just a mask for your savagery and rage—"
"How wonderful! It's the truth that makes my heart race!"
Alastor, whose tone quickly reverted to his usual sarcastic manner, tapped the ground with his cane without changing his expression.
It was accompanied by two crisp "ding-ding" sounds.
Several tentacles suddenly shot out from the shadows behind him, as fast as poisoned arrows released from a bow.
……
...and even their malicious intent to kill was not concealed.
“My dear chef, of course, I hope you don’t mistake the devil’s retreat for the capital and courage to act recklessly and wantonly…”
"After all, we never compromise on anything that involves loss or dignity!"
"Similarly, I believe your near-insulting remarks to me are a sign that you have lost your rationality!"
"To launch a massive attack and baseless slander against a sinner lord in the face of even the slightest suggestion..."
He adjusted his one-way mirror, his tone as frivolous and cheerful as ever.
...But the good news is that you can hear a hint of gritted teeth in his tone.
"Oh... perhaps you should hone your skills a bit more? Otherwise, how can you stand beside our Hell Princess instead of causing her trouble?"
In the brief moments of your schadenfreude, Wendigo's long, melodramatic, and emotionally charged monologues dissipated into the attacking vortex and gale.
But for you, Alastor's sharp and sarcastic retort at this moment was clearly not as powerful as his attack.
"Alastor! What are you doing...!"
As the broadcast demons suddenly attacked, besides Shirley's screams of shock and anger, you could also hear the cries of the strange ogres.
Neither the Hell Princess nor the demons of this ogre town seemed to have expected that you and Alastor would suddenly end up like this—
Well, but it's not quite at the point of a fight.
Alastor is not qualified.
That talkative old man.
"...You've been so tolerant of me?"
After hearing a certain devil's speech, you were immediately amused by his anti-heroic and wicked "accusations."
You dodged the first attack that came at you.
The Eastern Sinner rolled his eyes dismissively, his expression unchanged as he grabbed the shadowy tendril, which still bore green electric marks, with his bare hands and ripped it off without blinking.
White cracks, like ripped wounds, began to spread rapidly from the severed edge of the Sinner Lord's Shadow Touch.
Seemingly sensing the female demon's intention to not even bother pretending, Alastor maintained her smile and unhesitatingly discarded the tentacle—
What a clever fellow.
Because you couldn't see the broadcast demon get hurt, you started to feel regretful again.
The dragon girl's eye twitched slightly.
"Heh...you've been so tolerant of me?"
"...Arrogant local bully, I bet you've got something wrong, haven't you?"
You stand face to face with Alastor, expressionless, staring into his always malicious crimson eyes, your tone cold and disgusted.
"To me, aside from your popularity in the Pride Ring, you can't even do something as simple as giving me gold coins."
"As for what you did before, if I wanted to bring up old grievances, your tolerance would be the biggest joke in the world to me."
"...Or would you like to hear something more exciting?"
"Instead of arguing with me with your mouth that's no different from an antique typewriter, you should worry about getting kidney stones, old man, shouldn't you?"
You scanned Alastor from head to toe as if he were some pathetic creature, clenched the tentacle in your hand that was reacting violently, and curled your lips in a sarcastic smile.
"What's wrong? Our legendary broadcasting demon who disappeared seven years ago?"
"I haven't even said anything yet, and you're already acting like you've been utterly insulted?"
"Or perhaps, if I were to say something—oh, my great broadcasting devil, would you be so angry at me that you die here?"
"After all, people who truly know you will only say 'hell yeah' to this kind of thing."
"And believe me, besides me, there are actually many people who would be happy to see this happen! Unfortunately, I'm not the kind of demon who wishes for your death..."
"But rather, he is the savior who can completely deliver you, this scourge of hell."
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(A dramatic, shocked silence following the bombardment)
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"..."
"...It's truly astonishing. How come I never noticed before that the inn had such a eloquent tongue as yours, Miss Chef?"
(*A strange, intermittent, and indistinct rustling sound)
"Your memory is truly terrible. I'd be quite happy to help a sinner lord recall how I..."
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……
"Wait a minute—(WAIT A SECOND)!!!!"
"..."
"Uh! I think what ■■■ means is! What exactly is this place!?"
Seeing that ■■■ was still tightly gripping Alastor's severed tentacle, the demon began striding towards the latter; Alastor, meanwhile, shrugged, appearing ready for his next attack…
Almost scared to death by the near-breakdown between the Eastern Sinner and Alastor, Shirley suddenly interrupted their verbal exchange with a loud voice.
...Oh, no, that's not right.
This verbal exchange escalated into a physical fight half a minute ago.
However, Shirley didn't find this strange.
Because when ■■■ curses, it's like their mouth is coated with poison...!
Although she knew that ■■■ was the type to swear a lot, Shirley still couldn't help but shudder when she heard her unleash a torrent of abuse on Alastor.
Moreover, when ■■■ uttered the word "old thing," even Shirley noticed that Alastor's fingers tightened unnaturally.
...She even felt that their inn manager, who always made others suffer, seemed to have chipped a small piece off his walking stick with his fingernail...?
It must be an illusion.
"Ahem...uh...right! Actually, I was going to ask that too, what place is this?!"
"This place seems surprisingly...harmonious? Peaceful? In short, it's even better than I imagined!"
Shirley, who was deliberately interfering in your argument, maintained her slightly stiff smile and nervously looked back and forth between the Eastern Sinner and the Broadcast Demon.
"is not it?"
"■■■?"
"Alastor?"