readsfreenovel Chapter 26 He must have had his reasons for doing this.
Chapter 26 He must have had his reasons for doing this.
"...My honor, my dear."
The broadcasting demon, whose smile stretched from his temples, showed no impatience towards Shirley.
You didn't say anything, but when Shirley hugged you tightly, you let out two low laughs, which could be considered as encouragement for the little princess of hell.
After Shirley released his hand, the elegant red Wendigo smiled gentlemanly, straightened up, and coldly adjusted his bow tie before standing to one side.
He ignored you, but for some reason you felt that he was acting like a little girl sulking...
Oh well, it's actually quite good that he doesn't come looking for you. You're happy to have some peace and quiet, and your mouth can finally take a break.
You're worried that he'll find some underhanded way to get revenge on you soon.
"Yes, it was quite exciting, especially the part where ■■■ and Alastor fought."
Vicki, who was sitting in her original seat, glared fiercely at Alastor, who was standing there as if nothing had happened.
"If you get any more serious, you might actually do it, right?"
Shirley couldn't tell, but she could!
If the one who just fought Alastor wasn't the valiant and skilled [illegible character], the opponent would probably be on the way to respawn by now!
Vicky, who didn't want her only normal demon to suffer even a little bit of poison from a certain Wendigo, gritted her teeth.
"I agree with our inn's little princess's opinion. If you remove the awful beginning and ending and leave only the scene of the two of them fighting, there will definitely be a group of violence lovers who will rush to buy tickets to see the movie."
Hesk, having set the popcorn bucket aside, revealed a smile that looked both fierce and lazy.
"Damn it, that fight between the two of them was totally worth the ticket price! I'm so glad I came to see this great show you guys put on!"
The deep-voiced, large-cat sinner held a handful of popcorn, his face full of schadenfreude.
"...It seems that the 'family' of our inn is prejudiced against me. It's really disheartening."
Alastor, with his eyebrows slightly raised, didn't look sad at all.
The broadcasting demon, who had maintained a smile throughout, first shook his head, then raised his voice, his tone flippant yet innocent, "Although I can understand everyone's malice towards the lackeys of the organization, I'm just playing my own role, aren't I?"
As he said this, Alastor deliberately emphasized his words and turned his head 180 degrees to look at Hesk.
Before he could turn around completely and walk towards him, the big cat sinner reluctantly shut his mouth and fell silent.
……
...Something seems off, but something also makes sense.
You recalled the police officers in the United States before you went to hell, and you actually found yourself somewhat agreeing with Alastor's statement.
Clearly, this old gentleman, who went to hell early, had a much deeper understanding of the United States than his time had ever seen.
"I...I'm going back to my room to sleep."
While the others were having a lively discussion and the elegant Alastor was watching with little interest, Angel, who had been silent and hadn't joined the conversation, suddenly announced something in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft.
Faced with such a casual greeting, everyone was busy with their own things and had no time to pay attention to him, let alone notice his emotions.
Seeing this, you, who were standing still even more silent than Angel, hurriedly followed the Spider Sinner, who seemed to be in a bad emotional state.
Your long tail swayed uneasily behind you. After you followed Angel up the stairs and into the corridor, the Spider Sinner, who had been deliberately avoiding the crowd, suddenly turned around and looked at you with a grim expression:
"Don't follow me! You don't need to waste your energy on me! I don't need it!"
"Take care of your own business first! Or are you actually just bored and need to show off your misplaced compassion? It's the kind of hypocrisy you see in hell!"
"you……"
As he said these words, Angel clearly saw a hint of surprise and embarrassment on the face of ■■■, whose expression was always so lacking that everyone would complain about it.
■■■ He's actually not bad-looking, but because he always lacks expression, the face of the mysterious sinner from the East, which is flawless, is more like a computer model, but one without any input of expression commands.
Throughout the entire Hell Inn, even the most bullied and mild-mannered Shirley would occasionally reveal an aggressive expression.
But she is like a blank sheet of paper that can be crumpled at any time. Only when she shows displeasure do some people who think she is easy to bully realize how terrible she is.
But ■■■ has never lost her temper with anyone in the inn... not even Alastor, she only responded with words.
Even in that tense scene just now, she didn't use her full strength against the broadcasting demon.
Knowing that she would always forgive him, he dared to say such outrageous things to the female sinner in front of him without any restraint.
Angel was stunned for a moment after saying those words.
As the saying goes, 'The moment you hurt an honest person is when someone who isn't entirely bad feels the most guilty.'
In fact, Angel immediately regretted saying those hurtful things to her, even though he himself knew they were hurtful.
The Spider Sinner looked at the silent but unwilling-to-leave ■■■ and felt as if a wad of cotton wrapped in sandpaper had been stuffed into his throat.
Discomfort and distress filled his suddenly euphoric mind. Angel didn't know how to continue the topic, but he wanted to retract his earlier remarks made in the heat of the moment.
People only start to remember the good things about someone after they've said something so terrible it's irreparable.
For example, he would drag ■■■ out with him and max out her credit card, but she never complained.
For example, after he returned to the inn looking dejected and humiliated from being humiliated by the dog-shit boss, she brought him a warm bowl of soup to his door in the evening.
For example, she would awkwardly stand beside him time and time again when he was in a bad mood.
For example, her orange-flavored hangover remedy.
Even after he said those words, she just stood there quietly, her expression shifting from surprise to hesitation, and then to a hint of caution that was actually quite obvious.
This kind of thing inexplicably reminded Angel of those comfort dogs that were frightened by their bad-tempered owners.
...However, the current [illegible] has begun to show a tendency to become the inn's emotional support dog for everyone.
"You...!...Damn it, forget it."
Angel, who never imagined he would one day resemble a villain, became inexplicably irritable.
He was certain he had intended to apologize, but the words "I'm sorry" stuck in his throat.
He glanced at the person who was standing still and hadn't come over, then turned around dejectedly and slammed his bedroom door shut.
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"...Oh~ it seems that good deeds don't always go unrewarded, dear chef."
Just after Angel closed the door, a familiar voice suddenly rang out in your ear without warning and at an inopportune moment.
Feeling a bit speechless after being turned away, you turned to look at the broadcasting devil who seemed to enjoy watching the drama unfold.
A male criminal who appeared beside you without you even noticing is now standing there as if nothing happened.
He held his microphone cane in one hand, looking as if he had returned to his original setup.
"He must have his reasons for doing this... But you, why did you come along?"
Unable to drive the other away, you helplessly rubbed your forehead with your hand, turned your head and glanced speechlessly at Alastor, who was rubbing his collar with his hand and looking utterly bored.
When you say, "He must have his reasons for doing this," you catch a fleeting look of disgust and surprise in Alastor's eyes.
……damn it.
"Shirley and the other newcomers at the hotel still have things to do... Oh... Haha... You didn't think I'd join them in performing those shady things, did you?"
Because he was always smiling, the Scarlet Wendigo, who looked particularly irritating at this moment, remained silent for a few seconds before speaking in a sarcastic tone.
His cheerful and lively tone reminds you of those opera singers who sang with melodious voices in theaters during their lifetimes…
But it has to be the version sung by announcers on old-fashioned radios from the last century.
"Actually, I'd love to have a drink with our friendly bartender, but for now, I want to make some room in my stomach for my late-night snack."
Suddenly, Alastor became a little neurotic, put his arm around your shoulder, widened his eyes, and leaned in front of you in a very strange posture, announcing in an exaggerated broadcast voice.
What do you think, dear Miss Chef?
You: "..." You can ask, but could you please stop pulling me?
"...Thank you for your kindness. I thought the great broadcasting devil was angry."
Under the somewhat coercive and half-dragged influence of the sinner lord, you rolled your eyes and followed him toward the stairwell.
"Angry? Why would you think that? What's there to be angry about right now?"
Alastor's smile widened as he looked confused, unsure whether it was true or not.
"Miss XXX must have misunderstood me, right?"
"..."
Too lazy to argue with him, you remained silent while muttering to yourself that this guy was incredibly annoying.
Seeing that you didn't speak, Alastor, whose eyes remained perfectly round, blinked innocently at you, resolutely acting as if he wasn't the one who attacked you earlier.
……
He's really good at pretending to be a male demon.
How come you never noticed before that Alastor was so good at feigning innocence?
You pursed your lips.
"But I must admit, Miss ■■■ has a very charming figure during battle."
Unperturbed by your silence, Wendigo used his cane to brush the long hair beside your ear. His gaze swept over the furry ears drooping beside your face, his expression playful.
"I look forward to seeing more in the future."
He said it in a slightly ambiguous tone.
Only after hearing this did you turn your head and meet his eyes, which were flashing with a dangerous red light.
The broadcast demon's eyes curved into two crescent moons at this moment, but his angular smile remained unchanged.
"...What do you mean by 'in'?"
But looking at him like this, you suddenly laughed.
Of course I know that your smile is a reminder of his previous attack. A sudden, abrupt "click" sounded from Alastor's throat, like an old radio being suddenly turned off.
But soon, accompanied by a faint "rustling" sound, the broadcast demon, which seemed to have restarted, laughed again, though it didn't look to be in a very good mental state.
"Hahaha... Your humor always makes my heart race, my chef."
The radio demon, whose laughter was always perfectly articulated, shook his head. "I certainly hope you can put your graceful figure and humor to something meaningful. What do you think?"
The male sinner, who always seemed to have it all figured out, twirled his cane twice before planting it on the ground.
Alastor seems to be deliberately avoiding your pointed topics.
Every time he makes sarcastic remarks, you have to talk back. Every time you give him a strong rebuttal, he just changes the subject to gloss over it... Maybe that's the art of language.
Feeling utterly speechless, you rolled your eyes again.
You should learn from the radio demon in front of you how to elegantly and subtly infuriate the other party.
"...However, before we end this conversation, I must remind you that you may have forgotten something more important."
Seeing that you still chose to remain silent, Alastor, who had taken the initiative to speak several times, was not annoyed.
Feeling that the other party was definitely up to no good, you immediately glanced warily at the sinner lord walking beside you, who had a calm expression and elegant demeanor.
He slowly turned to look at his fingers, his voice low and languid:
“Miss Chef, instead of leisurely strolling around here with me, why don’t you go take a look at that pot that’s roasting over the fire?”
"..."
"Oops……!"
"...My porridge!"