Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 289 Let's have a round - S01E08

"here you go."

Hesk praised you in his usual low voice.

After Cherry and Angel frantically gestured to you, indicating that they wouldn't continue the conversation, you coldly put them down on the ground.

Your eyes darted around slightly, because after Nefertie jumped off Hesker's hands, she disappeared somewhere else.

You wanted to confirm with her again and again whether she had completely caught that thing in the entire inn.

This determines whether you want to hire imps to do a thorough exterminator job after the Great Purge is over.

But your thoughts, which hadn't been quiet for long, were quickly interrupted by Angel's subsequent remarks.

"Oh...come on! God, you're even more boring than those guys who want to play 'Dunkey Punch' with me!"

Angel, whose little mouth just wouldn't stop chattering, leaned against Heske, who was chugging from the bottle, his tone a mix of complaint and his usual teasing.

"Shh—wait, Angel, about this..."

So, Cherry's attempt to remind him was quickly interrupted.

"Donkey Fist? I remember we agreed that you wouldn't be allowed to take on any more jobs involving this kind of thing... Your boss... that Barbie pink moth who wears wings as a coat is actually forcing you to take on this kind of monster?"

■■■ Her face remained unchanged, but she moved with ghostly smoothness, suddenly appearing in front of the Spider Sinner; her eyes widened as she looked at him with an expression that was somewhere between disbelief and indescribable.

"Oh my god! This is just a fetish! Don't try this on me! Are you trying to scare me to death?"

Startled by the sudden approach of ■■■, Angel made an exaggerated expression of shock.

"Pornography fetish? A blow to the back of the neck or head can cause concussion, brain contusion and brain hemorrhage, contusion, cervical fracture or dislocation, and spinal cord injury! This could mean you could be quadriplegic or stop breathing!"

"'Donkey Fist' is a completely baseless urban legend. The experiences it can lead to are entirely unfounded. Did you know that it could even kill you?! Could it be...?"

Feeling like you'd have a stroke before you even finished educating Angel, you stuck out a finger and poked Angel's chest, which was covered by a bow tie.

However, this porn star just looked at you with interest, then grabbed your hand in a completely flirtatious tone, saying smugly and ambiguously, "Sounds hot—you know, my *cold-blooded Michelin three-star chef, every time you say something like this, I'm practically burning with desire! Go on, let me hear what else you have to say? Maybe I'll get a mental orgasm!"

■■■: "..."

■■■: "………………"

You stared at the unyielding Angel for a while, as if trying to process what outrageous things he had just said.

Of course, once your brain had processed the last word, you immediately withdrew your hand with an almost frightening speed.

The Eastern Sinner looked exactly like a middle school student who had been forcibly dragged into a brothel, exuding an indescribable helplessness and bewilderment.

She quickly fled in panic.

"...Hahahaha! Best of the day! Bitch!!"

Angel, who was clearly making fun of your appearance, laughed gleefully while clinking glasses with Cherry next to him.

However, just before he was about to down the drink, Hesk suddenly spoke up.

He kept his eyes straight ahead, and his already deep voice drifted out faintly from behind the bottle: "...Actually, she's right. I think this kind of thing is indeed not a fetish."

"..."

"Tsk."

After hearing what the big cat said, Angel paused briefly in his drinking motion.

"Without me saying it, she has already slaughtered all those 'customers' who used to practice donkey boxing with me, and those who tried to practice donkey boxing with me. I haven't seen a single thing follow-up."

As if in response to Hesker, Angel said this in a tone that sounded like a complaint, but not quite.

He first used his two free hands to make a quotation mark gesture on both sides of his face.

But the Spider Sinner's expression wasn't one of impatience, but rather a kind of helplessness or...

The sinners rarely showed any emotion on their faces.

For example, gentleness?

However, if Angel Dester heard someone describe the expression on his face like that, he would probably vomit up all the wine he had just drunk because he felt disgusted.

"Yes, isn't she Mommy?"

The usually sharp-tongued cat, unusually, didn't tease or criticize Angel when he said or made that expression; instead, he surprisingly chose to agree.

"……snort."

"Besides... I guess besides that weird and terrifying smiling man, there shouldn't be any other demons in this godforsaken place. [The following appears to be unrelated and possibly a separate thought:] ...I don't think the mood has been like this for a long time—you know what I mean?"

After glancing at the Eastern sinner who was listening to Shirley, Angel clinked glasses with Hesker next to him.

He gestured with his free hands in the air, muttering, "There's no demon here who wants to see our inn's chef in a terrible mood!"

"..."

"I agree."

"But for some reason... I think I can only reserve my opinion for now."

After a few seconds of silence, Hesk, whose words were ambiguous, mumbled something indistinctly.

He glanced up slightly at the second floor of the inn, but didn't say anything more.

Fortunately, you didn't hear Angel and Heske's brief conversation.

To avoid spoiling the atmosphere, you pretended to drink a glass of tasteless sparkling water with ice and clinked glasses with the other guests at the inn.

Sir Pancius finally found an opportunity to interject—he was already feeling down and confused because Cherry said you were spicy, and then he was startled because you suddenly leaned close to Angel.

But his treatment speed is quite astonishing.

Because this always shy yet emotionally rich jazz master soon announced in an extremely impassioned tone something like, "To our living today and our immortal tomorrow."

You were quite surprised that Pantheon could give such a eloquent speech, so when he clinked glasses with everyone, you rubbed your long tail against his head as if to express your appreciation or admiration.

This Mr. Snake's feedback to you is also surprisingly fast.

After you make that gesture, he immediately starts staring at you with a canine-like, glistening, moist look.

...Although you didn't retract your tail and even added a patting motion, you decided to pretend you didn't see Pantheon's expression.

With someone trying to liven things up, a brief and pleasant time quickly came to an end.

While you pondered tomorrow's battle plans, the Dragon Girl stared blankly at the ice cubes in her glass, trying to freeze them into different shapes—

A hand suddenly patted your arm, not too hard, not too soft.

You turn your head in surprise to look at the person who did this...

That white-haired exorcist angel, who looked unusually relaxed and at ease.

"how?"

You winked at her with some surprise, and put down the water glass in your hand.

"The final battle is tomorrow, want to warm up a bit today?"

This girl, who is exceptionally gifted in combat, looks at you with a non-malicious "provocative" gaze, either languid or overconfident.

A bright expectation shone in her eyes, as if she longed for a real battle.

"To be honest, it's been a long time since I've seriously gone through anything—"

"You're the only one here who's willing to have a serious fight... but I won't force you."

"How about it? Want to play a round?"