Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 264 A Man Without Boundaries - S01E07

'A pleasant expression.'

This is your final assessment of Alastor's reaction.

Although the content remains to be seen, the expression on the broadcast devil's face almost immediately pleases you.

After Rosie finished speaking, a more "disheveled" look of astonishment flashed in the sinner lord's eyes than before. If interpreted, it probably meant: 'Someone has said something he doesn't want to admit, but which did happen.'

……

However, there is something that still surprises you.

'Since the broadcasting demon makes that expression, does that mean I actually have a good reputation among this sadistic demon who loves to spout nonsense?'

It's unbelievable.

Thinking this, ■■■ raised one eyebrow with interest. But she didn't watch the broadcast of the demon; she simply casually straightened her wide sleeves.

"...Hmph...An undeniable impression, but I believe that's irrelevant to what we're discussing now, isn't it?"

The devilish gentleman who didn't hesitate to step between you and Rosie separated you, Shirley, Rosie, and yourself.

He cryptically blocked Rosie's gaze from yours, abruptly interrupting any potential conversation between you and Rosie in an almost abrupt manner.

But Rosie didn't seem to take the radio demon's actions to heart.

In your eyes, this kind and good-tempered female demon merely raised an eyebrow slightly, then waved her hand at the male demon like a true noblewoman, as if casually dismissing a child with his own ideas.

"Okay, okay~ Every charming broadcaster needs their own little world, right? I get it~ You cute little thing?"

The ogre lord's words exuded an air of authority, almost as if he were about to reach out and pinch the broadcast demon's cheek.

...But in reality, ever since Rosie made that remark that exposed someone's secrets, the male demon's brows have never relaxed.

The smile on the broadcaster's face clearly lacked its usual naturalness, as if he were always ready to laugh at someone.

Haha, is it because you feel like you're being laughed at by others that you're upset?

This guy who gets angry is only really enthusiastic when he's laughing at others... Hah.

You naturally form this opinion of him in your mind.

For the rest of the time, it was mostly Shirley chatting with Ms. Rosie, leaving you no room to speak.

...Or rather, the current performance time belongs only to the Hell Princess; you only need to intervene when things don't go smoothly.

Of course, the worst-case scenario is probably not going smoothly, right?

You put your hands behind your back and think about it calmly.

You were reluctant to sit with Alastor, so you stood to the right of where Shirley was sitting, with an even more sour face than before.

Shirley still seemed quite uneasy while speaking with the ogre lord before her; but as she stammered, the quick-witted broadcast demon, a former announcer, finished her business for her—

For example, tomorrow's mass extinction might require her help.

As you might expect, Rosie didn't help Shirley unconditionally.

So, to be honest, you breathed a sigh of relief, which made you feel much better.

After all, things would have become complicated and difficult if Rosie hadn't explained the price beforehand... In short, it's always pleasant not to have to guess what the other person is planning or what they'll get out of someone.

Rosie seemed more candid about broadcasting the devil and more accustomed to having prices clearly stated.

Most importantly, you're actually quite satisfied with the beautiful and elegant cannibal lady's attitude towards Shirley. At least she led Shirley to a nice chair in a friendly manner, instead of attacking Shirley with rude profanities or contemptuous remarks...

This made the sinners from the East look at Rosie in a new light.

She didn't notice that Shirley's gaze occasionally drifted between her and the inn manager.

Today, ■■■ is wearing an outfit with a very exotic feel.

Due to her physiological structure, the only female characteristic she possesses in normal times is her handsome and beautiful, yet sexually indifferent face.

She wore a loose-fitting robe with a wide opening at the chest, revealing large expanses of her pale, flat chest beneath the soft fabric.

The sinner from the East wore silver metallic pointed boots, the sharp heels striking the tiled floor with a crisp "clinking" sound that made everyone's heart clench.

The female demon was tall and slender, her waist so thin it could be encircled by a single hand, tightly bound by an intricately crafted belt.

Several thin strands of red silk were tied in a uniquely Eastern style to decorate the belt. Although they looked like blood wrapped around it, they made the Dragon Girl's waist look slender and very charming.

She stood quietly beside the seemingly agitated Shirley, her long tail flowing across the ground like a black river of iron, occasionally rubbing her tail belly against the ground.

Beneath the rustling sound of the dragon girl's tail, something huge and terrifying seemed to be lurking, carrying a chilling unease.

The Eastern Sinner's face showed no emotion, making her seem as if she were in a daze or lost in thought, but it didn't seem so.

Her occasional twitching of her ears indicated that she had carefully listened to every word spoken by everyone present...

"Oh~ Your people will definitely not be left alone and helpless in that time—"

"And after the battle, they can also... have a hearty meal."

While you are lost in thought, the devil’s meaningful promises reach your ears; but his speech does not seem to end there.

"And—this beautiful Miss Oriental will surely provide you with a considerable reward... Oh, hahaha, please forgive me! This lady always likes to plan ahead..."

"A talent that even the devil would envy, a long-term vision, and excellent investment taste!"

"Oh? Really? That's exciting!"

The two devils from the West conversed in ornate and flamboyant voices, as if the broadcast devil's fierce promises had never happened.

"Oh—really? You do?"

Shirley, who was lying on the sofa, sat up in shock. Her eyes, which were bright with surprise mixed with a little confusion, were like those of a puppy or rabbit that had suddenly perked up its ears.

"..."

"Yes I have."

The moment the cannibal lady looked at him, the Eastern Sinner unhesitatingly confirmed the male demon's statement.

You don't deny that you originally intended to respond to the broadcast demon's boundless behavior with a disdainful "tsk."

However, it's unclear whether the other party is deliberately trying to mislead you or genuinely guessed that you have a plan.

The moment Shirley looked at you, you almost instantly dropped your previously targeted coldness and instead offered a comforting word to Shirley beside you:

"Every time, my dear."

You reached out and gently touched Shirley's head, your tone filled with affection.