Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 29 You're right, but I'll beat you up with my strawberry candy super pink Christma

To be honest, even though the now-fallen Radio Demon had committed a massacre seven years ago.

At that time, Alastor, this old fellow, as a rising new force, immediately declared his power and sovereignty, and then, of course, received the respect he deserved.

In its golden age, the then-powerful Radio Demon was a figure of immense influence, known to all demons and feared by all.

Now a new era has arrived, and he has finally made it to the end of the broadcasting era—but where did this strangely named ■■■ come from?

Why would someone with such power choose to remain anonymous?

Are she and the foolish daughter of the King of Hell planning something truly terrifying? What exactly is this thing that possesses such power? Is it a sinner, a primordial demon, or some other, even more astonishing being?

■■■ It's like a bone that suddenly appears... one that demons can't gnaw on, but which is extremely tempting yet full of mystery to all sinners who want to climb up.

Because of his businessman's habit of making many friends, Vox had been thinking about how to get in touch with ■■■. Even if they couldn't cooperate, it would be good to make friends...

But who the hell knew that this female demon not only revealed herself to be from Hell's Inn, but also had such a good relationship with her "former nemesis," the Broadcast Demon!?

What do you mean? Is this shitty hell just going to treat him like this?

The thought of this made Vox furious, and he pressed his face against the screen, looking at the two sinners who actually seemed somewhat intimate.

At this moment, two faces that Vox found very memorable and a long pink mosaic were squeezed into a small screen.

The demon on the screen laughed meaningfully, while another female demon, whose name he didn't even know, stared at him expressionlessly, her brows even revealing a hint of impatience.

"Oh, so you think you can boss people around just because you've formed an alliance?"

The grumpy CEO, seemingly undeterred in his verbal attacks on the two of you, gritted his teeth and said this on the other end.

"As expected of the fallen Broadcast Demon, even in its return, it only found an unknown sinner as an ally. It's truly pathetic!"

With a contorted expression, Vox really seems to hate Alastor next to you... and maybe you too now.

As he said this, you noticed that the Broadcast Demon beside you, who was also a sinner lord, frowned, and obvious disgust and impatience surfaced from his smile.

You sense that the air around him seems to be distorted by some force, and an audio recording mixed with a shrill cry and a hissing sound comes out of his throat.

"...You're right, but Alastor is a rare gentleman of manners in Hell. He's currently in a Hellish utopia called the 'Hell Inn,' where demons chosen by Princess Shirley of Hell are given the 'duty to reform sinners,' guiding them to Heaven. The Broadcast Demon will play a crucial role as the 'Hotel Manager,' encountering sinners with diverse personalities and unique abilities every day. Together, he will defeat villains like you, finding the fun he seeks—while gradually uncovering the truth about 'how sinners can get to Heaven.'"

You silently interrupted Alastor's outburst, and then launched into a uniquely Chinese online comedy routine.

You think Vox's foreign aid will have no way to explain this to him now.

Meanwhile, the other main character in your crosstalk performance was already completely bewildered by your long speech.

In some ways, Alastor, who was already quite old-fashioned, couldn't tell whether you were mocking him or praising him.

The charming radio devil maintained his impeccably polite smile and silently watched you.

But you could see a hint of confusion and subtle...surprise in his wide eyes.

He seemed surprised that you would speak up for him.

"What did the radio devil do to you? Why are you targeting him like this? Didn't you just settle a personal score on the street a while ago, President?"

Seeing that Vox remained silent, you added this sentence in a completely flat tone.

“Speak, President, why are you mute?”

……

"...Damn it, are you crazy?!"

Vox, who had no idea why you said those words, was unsurprisingly furious after you made a statement that was practically a provocation.

It seems like he goes crazy whenever you say something nice about Alastor... But it could also be because you just called him a villain?

You look at the CEO of Vox Technology with a speechless expression, who has completely lost his composure and is now displaying a ferocious demeanor.

For some reason, the image of him clinging to the screen, trying to squeeze his head over the edge, popped into your mind.

"...Listen carefully, I'll give you one last piece of advice, Mr. President..."

You, who already have little patience, are too lazy to argue with the TV host about all this nonsense.

"Let me put it this way... if you ever harass my family's radio demon again, I'll beat you to death with my Strawberry Candy Super Pink Christmas Tree."

It's very late. You should be in your room sleeping right now, instead of standing here arguing with someone who seems like a closet guy.

"What did you say!? Aa ...

The president's outbursts and screams, which had turned into a chaotic and collapsing wave, were extinguished by you.

With just a slight exertion of your hand, the $9,000 Vox Technology "Mobile Monitor" turned into a pool of red-hot liquid in your grasp.

Molten iron drips down your wrist, and your gaze moves up to Alastor, who has been watching your every move.

"...That's a statement that's easy to misunderstand, dear."

The broadcasting demon raised his eyebrows and turned slightly to face you, saying this.

He tapped his palm with his cane before slowly turning his eyes toward you.

“I hope you understand what ‘mine’ really means, Miss Chef.”

It was still that ambiguous laugh, and the same unchanging, smiling tone.

You can't hear much emotion in the other person's voice—Alastor's voice at this moment is neither sad nor happy, and his loud pronunciation makes his words sound like a simple news report.

"Of course, it's what you and I, as comrades on the same side, mean. We both represent the Hell Inn faction, what do you think?"

Your response to Alastor's statement, which seemed somewhat perplexing, was remarkably quick and clearly lacked careful consideration.

"Although you're not the kind of demon that people would like, you're still a member of the inn. If anyone attacks you, I'll send them straight to their next reincarnation—the demons of the inn are my demons, and I don't think there's anything wrong with saying that."

While trying to explain, you, who couldn't understand why Alastor would say such a thing, gave me a "What are you talking about?" look.

After seeing that expression on your face, Alastor, who had been listening to your rambling, widened his eyes in surprise for a moment.

You feel like you hear something stuck in his head, and you see the deer-ear-like part on his head sticking up high, and the smile on his face widening.

Strangely, despite his angry expression, his eyes did not turn into pointers.

The broadcasting demon stood there, holding his cane, staring at you in silence for a long while. Only after confirming that you weren't toying with him did he casually turn around and say in a slightly flippant voice:

"...Fine, whatever you want."

After saying this, the broadcast demon's slender and thin figure immediately turned into a black shadow.

The sinner lord, who burst into laughter, hurriedly slipped out the door, leaving the innkeeper's chef, who was still confused as to why the other party had asked such a question, behind.

For a moment, the huge study was filled with only a bewildered person.

After standing there in silence for a while, you seemed to realize something and suddenly understand—

No way, no way? ...Did your comment offend this asexual person in some way?