Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 261 Ogre Town - S01E07

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Oh, she meant of course! She didn't actually want to waste time observing these two demons in the inn who could explode at any moment—but she had no choice now.

After all, the reason she has remained silent is mainly because even she is somewhat at a loss.

Xia Li looked nervously at the person in front of her, whose expression was colder than usual.

Logically speaking, ■■■ should have absolutely hated leaving the inn and walking on the streets of Arrogance Ring; before, when she didn't restrain herself, Shirley was always worried that if she walked along, some demon who dared to approach her would have its head blown off its shoulder...

But ever since seeing a group of guys actually gathering in the street to engage in "great harmony of life," ■■■, whose spirit was clearly shaken, muttered "What kind of behavior is this?" all day long and then became reluctant to go out.

In stark contrast to Alastor's unusual behavior, Shirley now had no doubt that if things continued this way, she would maintain her indifferent expression, then, with veins bulging, roar at Alastor, "Fuck you, Alastor! I FUCKING HATE YOU!!"

(Even though I've never sworn at them.)

...But of course! The worst part right now is that neither ■■■ nor Alastor are easily fooled! What's worse, their difficulty in being fooled isn't the kind that makes things worse...

To hide her pain, Shirley covered her slightly distorted face with her right hand.

Is it possible that this situation could eventually... well, that ■■■ and Alastor get so angry that they end up hugging and kissing?

Overwhelmed by pressure, the Hell Princess indulged in unrealistic and desperate fantasies.

'Like in the novels she's read? Shouldn't their relationship normally develop this way? So how did things get to this point?'

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Damn it! What on earth is she thinking about? How does she usually manage to speak so clearly and logically about everything? Why can't she do that? Why is she just rambling on and on like this?!

If ■■■ really gets close to Alastor, it's definitely not because she wants to kiss him, but because she wants to knock his head off like a baseball! She should have stepped in and separated them immediately!

Amidst the silence of the Dragon Girl and the Wendigo, Shirley, whose mind was a mix of rainbow and hell, couldn't help but glance at her toes, looking flustered.

'...If Vicky were here.'

Princess Hell felt a lump in her throat, knowing she shouldn't think that way, but still couldn't help thinking it.

Of course, it was also quite obvious that she knew things shouldn't continue like this.

"So...can anyone answer...uh, answer my question?"

Trying to make the scene seem less awkward, Shirley maintained her obviously unnatural smile and rubbed her hands together. "Hmm? Anyone?" she asked cautiously again, "Ah... Alastor?"

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"Oh my! That's a very good question, my dear!"

(Ooohwoo, now that's a delightful question, My dear)

After Shirley brought up the topic, the sinner lord, who had been standing to the side, widened his eyes slightly, followed by a flippant response.

"Cannibal Town!"

The flamboyant broadcaster, seemingly completely unconcerned about what had happened before, suddenly and dramatically appeared before the Hell Princess and the Eastern Sinner.

He squinted, opened his arms, and his lower eyelids curved like a fox plotting something. "I think you should meet a friend here."

The scarlet Wendigo completely ignored ■■■'s cold and undisguised look of disgust, and then smoothly and naturally took Shirley's arm like a close "best friend"; even as the Eastern sinner's face grew darker and darker, and his teeth bared, he showed no intention of stopping his actions.

It's clear that Alastor now believes that ■■■ can't cause much trouble in front of Shirley—especially since Shirley has already stopped her once.

Similarly, the enraged Eastern sinner missed the devil's meaningful glance as he passed over her.

"Ogre town? But... but this..." After hearing Alastor's description, Shirley looked around suspiciously, "Unexpectedly harmonious?"

She showed a look of both happiness and surprise.

"Isn't it?" the sinner lord replied in his booming, excited broadcaster's voice and transatlantic accent, sounding slightly exaggerated. "It's all thanks to a truly extraordinary person..."

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Okay, now you're really sure that you don't want to hear any of the broadcast demon's voice, nor do you want to see his face.

The residents of the ogre town dispersed after you two stopped fighting; before that, you noticed that many ogres clearly favored Alastor more—or rather, had a good impression of him.

They looked as if they had known this charming, bloodthirsty gentleman for a long time.

Several unfamiliar cannibalistic women winked at Alastor while watching the conflict between you and him with keen interest, like scavenging vultures.

You had no doubt that if you lost, they would pounce on you like wild beasts and devour your flesh. But clearly, you didn't get what those beautiful ladies wanted.

...This frivolous scoundrel who's good at charming girls.

You, who were beginning to feel disgusted by every glance from the Sinner Lord, remained silent, your cold gaze fixed on the broadcasting demon who was opening the door for Shirley, with your hands behind your back.

The place Shirley entered was probably the most luxurious building in the entire ogre town.

The classic hellish color scheme and Hello Dolly style; deep red bricks, white walls, and glass that can only be described as clean and adorable in the context of hell...

There was one last blemish—the radio devil.

The dragon girl, who didn't even want to move a step, stood quietly in place, thinking this without changing her expression, and in her heart she was unscrupulously belittling the sinner lord who had once been on good terms with her.

To be honest, she didn't even want to get close to him right now. Because the moment she got close, all she could think about was "kill him."

...How can this guy's voice be so loud and penetrating?

You thought to yourself with a hint of impatience.

To be honest, if you can't kill him, what you really want to see right now is the radio demon's face contorted with rage, like the wonderful expression you had when you called him a "old geezer with kidney stones"...

Unfortunately, his pride was too fragile, and that expression wouldn't last long before turning into a broken and crumbling smile.

But you don't want to hear him call your name or look at you anymore.

Before Shirley even walked in, and before the broadcasting devil turned to look at you, you knew his incessant chatter would seize every opportunity to spout his scathing and flowery nonsense, but you couldn't be bothered to listen anymore.

Before he could even speak, the Eastern Sinner transformed into a bolt of black lightning that was all too familiar to him, piercing straight into the building that Xia Li had entered earlier.