readsfreenovel Chapter 34 Who wouldn't want to hug their own comforting dragon?
Chapter 34 Who wouldn't want to hug their own comforting dragon?
In your opinion, the question Xia Li asked is just as daunting and serious as having all your relatives in China come to your house and ask you, "Do you like your dad or your mom more?"
Even though you think everyone in the inn is a sinner from hell, you shouldn't care about this kind of thing.
Let me state upfront that you know, of course, that Shirley didn't mean any harm by asking this question!
But you still feel like you've been hit hard by this easy question.
...Quiet down! You're thinking.
How much is the love of an inn's chef worth?
Her stinky cooking preferences are nothing more than adding more of what you like to your meal and less of what you don't like.
She didn't say that the love of a lousy cook like her could be very precious.
They're all going to hell, why would sinners care about this? You don't believe me.
However, because this involves your future life in the hotel, and you feel it's an ethical issue, you decide to follow your heart.
"Everyone in the inn."
You said this very calmly.
Because his face was always expressionless, the Eastern sinner who uttered these words looked exactly like a leader of a certain country giving a speech on the United Nations stage.
"...Pfft—! What a standard answer! This answer is completely meaningless!"
When you gave the standard answer, Angel immediately booed from below.
You glanced at the Spider Sinner on the small stage before walking over, squatting down in front of him, and pinching his hairy face with your hands. You said slowly, "You should be glad that I like everyone in the inn, otherwise there would be a sinner in the inn who can only order takeout when you eat, darling."
"Isn't this bullying...?"
Hesk muttered something beside him.
"Then you can order takeout with the people I hate, and that won't be bullying."
Unfazed by the word "bullying" used by the other party, you turned and winked at Hesk.
Do you all think the saying "never offend a chef" doesn't apply in foreign countries?
Upon hearing your response, the big cat sinner, who had no intention of continuing the conversation with you, one of the hotel's two most venomous mouths, immediately surrendered by raising one hand and taking a sip of a drink he had somehow produced. He then declared with an air of righteous indignation, "I'm out."
"...Very well, given that people I don't like are practically dead in my world—compared to the worst possible answer, you should be glad that I don't easily hate a demon, and you should be glad that it was Shirley who asked this question, instead of a normal hellish sinner who would ask 'Who do you hate the most?'"
Seeing this, you nodded in satisfaction and added a few more words.
"However, I have a safe zone, and the people in the inn are all in my safe zone. I will give the best to my own people, that's all."
Sometimes, seemingly rational and severing statements can be incredibly powerful when they come from the mouth of a friend you like, especially since the other person is very likely to actually do it.
After you said that, apart from Shirley, the clueless Nefertie, and Hesk who was chugging down bottles of alcohol, the other demons all looked visibly bewildered.
"Oh~~ You are our most perfect hotel chef!"
Shirley, who seemed touched by your phrase "everyone in the inn," and the blonde princess, who clearly only selectively listened to what you said, blinked at you.
Every time Shirley sincerely says you are "perfect", you want to pinch her rosy cheeks.
Having nothing more to say, you let out a few low laughs, then turned around and took a few steps back—until your body fell off the small stage.
The first scent to fill your nostrils is Shirley's, followed closely by Vicky's. Their scents always seem to creep into your mind together, like two close-knit furry animals.
Then there's Angel Dester, who always has a cloyingly sweet smell.
Yes, to your surprise, the first person to catch you was actually the taller Angel.
When the Spider Sinner grabs you with its four hands, you clearly feel it tighten in a way that is hard to understand.
"...What I mean is...I'm sorry."
A soft murmur, barely audible to you, reached your ears. Instead of responding verbally to Angel's sudden apology, you gently patted him on the shoulder in the shadows as if to comfort him.
The stage that Shirley and Vicky set up wasn't particularly high, but by the time you realized what was happening as you were falling, four heads had squeezed into your field of vision.
Angel, who was catching you in the middle, deliberately raised one eyebrow and looked at you upside down with a teasing look: "Heh, looks like you're quite popular, Miss Chef. But since I'm number one, can I ask to have a proper Italian pasta meal?"
Hey! No!
Rather than catching you, Shirley hugged you more. She frowned, tightened her arms, and unconsciously nuzzled her head slightly against your neck.
“Angel, this isn’t a competition! But you did a really good job!”
Shirley, whose entire golden head was buried in your black hair, first righteously criticized Angel's behavior of asking for a prize, but what she said to you made you feel like she was coaxing a kindergarten child.
"Well, there are just too many people, and I can't get my arm out of the way. Do you really need to use all four of your hands?"
Vicky, sitting opposite Shirley, had a long face and gritted her teeth as she spoke to Angel.
"To catch such a tough guy like her, I definitely need to use the best equipment. Otherwise, how could my frail body possibly catch such a big living person?"
After saying that, Angel, who seemed particularly self-righteous, immediately turned his head to a safer side and used you to block Vicky's red face.
"...Uh, is everything alright?"
Pantheon, clearly wanting to lend a hand but unsure how, slid right up to you with a complicated expression.
At this moment, the four of you are tightly embracing each other, whether willingly or unwillingly.
Angel, who's pressing his face against your head and trying to take a picture; Shirley, who just seems to like hugging you; Vicky, who looks terrible; and you, right in the middle, who at least for now looks like you've given up on life.
Before Angel joined you, Vicky probably still enjoyed hugging you and Shirley.
"What, you want to join?"
With your neck being strangled, you glanced indifferently at Pantheon, who seemed to want to say something but hesitated.
"..."
Then, you watch helplessly as the serpentine sinner in front of you also comes over and hugs you with a happy expression.
You look at Pantheon in your arms: "?"
what?
"Enough...enough! Don't force me to kill you all right now, you bunch of Spanish swearers!"
"Yay! A trampoline!!"
"Wait! Niffledi! No!"
Seeing the scene getting increasingly chaotic, Shirley's attempt to stop it was clearly a step too late, because the tiny Nefertie had already jumped off the small stage.
To prevent her from falling to the ground amidst the chaos, you silently caught her small body with your tail the moment she jumped down, before she had even fully regained her footing, and then tossed the little one into your arms like a ball.