readsfreenovel Chapter 4 didn't have an electric shock, but there was a broadcast about a demon downstairs in
Chapter 4 didn't have an electric shock, but there was a broadcast about a demon downstairs in
The stranger standing at the entrance of the inn looked somewhat familiar.
You stand far away, gazing at the red figure at the hotel entrance, lost in thought.
The other person was wearing a dark red striped suit with minor battle damage. Judging from the hairstyle, it might be a bob, and you couldn't tell whether the hair on the top of the head was an ear or hair.
Oh, that's great. Although you can't tell the specifics from the figure, you at least know that the other person must be a sinner.
Unfortunately, even if you can see it clearly, you still can't tell what it is.
Your lips twitched almost imperceptibly.
After all, the sinners in hell have all sorts of strange appearances because of their souls, and you haven't used your clairvoyance in a long time.
At best, all you can tell right now is that the other person is a human being, and they're holding a red cane with what looks like a microphone at the top.
Carrying condiments, you suspiciously entered the inn's grounds.
But the moment you step inside, the strange sinner standing at the door turns his head perfectly 180 degrees like an owl.
you:"……"
Even though you can turn your head freely, it's still quite startling when the other person suddenly does something like that, especially with a creepy smile on their face.
You feel like if you look at him any longer, you'll have nightmares tonight—and the smell on him is so familiar.
Isn't this the same person who was with you before, eavesdropping on the radio and watching the news?
You raised an eyebrow.
Back then, when this conspicuous guy did the heroic deed, I didn't even give him a second glance?
"Ah! Isn't this the chef who makes the most amazing cookies?"
Unexpectedly, before you could approach him, the red-clad male sinner with the eerie smile spoke first.
……
You: "..." You've really had enough of this lousy joke. Do people in hell keep ruminating on it? You keep chewing on the same old cliché!
For a moment, you really want to explode at these guys in hell who keep rubbing salt into other people's wounds.
Your lips twitched almost imperceptibly again.
However, it wasn't until the other party spoke with such a strange, inflectional tone that you finally understood why you could hear that distorted sound from the broadcast.
It turns out it was this person in front of you who was behind it all along.
"I saw a fleeting glimpse of you in the color photo show; it only appeared for a moment before being cut off, which is a real shame."
The male sinner, who seemed not to care much about your emotional changes, smiled even more broadly, and his tone was as arrogant as his stature.
You are obviously already very tall, but you are surprised that he can still look down at you from such a height.
What makes you even more uncomfortable is that the sinner in front of you is always smiling, no matter what he says.
It's okay to laugh; a smile can make you look ten years younger.
But you can't see a "kind smile" or any emotion that could be described as pity in his crescent-shaped eyes.
You would prefer to describe his gaze as "seeing the joy of being alive" and "mockery".
Since the person isn't laughing out of happiness or some other emotion, then that expression that's practically ingrained on their face seems really strange to you...
Moreover, the other person's mouth was stretched all the way to his ears, and with his teeth, it looked rather frightening.
"It's an honor to meet you in person, although this isn't our first time meeting."
Seeing that you don't speak, the uninvited guest in front of you isn't embarrassed.
As he spoke, he glanced with a faint, intrigued look at the horns on your head and the tail behind you, finally settling on the arm where you had once unleashed your power.
But they only stayed for a moment before leaving.
"I must say, it really impressed me."
He made this comment in his unique, loud, and hardcore broadcasting voice, without really understanding what it meant.
The stranger's eyes narrowed slightly, and a cryptic light flashed in the red one-way mirror of his right eye.
Because the other person's broadcasting tone was so serious and their facial expression was so strange, it gave you the illusion that they were politely mocking you.
"Alastor, it's a pleasure to meet you."
After chatting amongst themselves, the smiling sinner casually extends his hand to you.
His movements were fluid and graceful, just as charming as when you first met him.
“……■■■”.
It's not a big deal for sinners to exchange names. You switched the condiments you bought with the other hand, turned to the side, and shook hands with him openly and generously.
But when you reach out and shake his hand, you notice that the male sinner's previously uninterested eyes suddenly widen. Although his smile remains unchanged, you can inexplicably sense a strange excitement like a cat seeing a toy... and a hint of suspicion emanating from him.
you:"……"
What a strange guy.
You kept your expression unchanged, but withdrew your hand with a look of disgust.
Although you shook hands with him once, it didn't mean you would continue talking to him, so you didn't speak to Alastor again after that.
A long silence declared that neither of you were sinners who liked to find topics to talk about, or rather... you were both sinners who didn't like to find topics to talk about with strangers.
Alastor didn't seem to mind your coldness. Seeing that you didn't move for a while, the Crimson Sinner, who you could say you knew, half-closed his eyes and ignored you.
He clearly has more important things to do.
He first elegantly adjusted the bow tie around his neck before knocking on the hotel door.
you:"……"
At this point, knocking on the door again would be redundant. With nothing else to do, you can only stand with your hands behind your back like him and wait for the door to open.
The first sound of the door opening was followed by Alastor's half-finished "Hello."
The atmosphere was a little awkward.
To prevent the situation from spiraling out of control, you immediately went through all the sad things in your past and present lives, and then professionally nipped the urge to laugh in the bud.
When the door opened for the second time, Alastor, who seemed obsessed with greeting people, insisted on saying "hello."
But this time, it was clearly not him who was "invited" in; it was you.
Because you feel yourself being forcefully pulled into the doorway by a slender hand.
Before you could even realize what had happened, you hurriedly pulled back your tail, which had almost gotten caught.
As expected of Princess Shirley Morningstar of Hell, you feel like she almost ripped your arm off.
"What on earth is going on! What happened?! ■■■! How did you end up with the broadcasting demon!?"
Xia Li, who dragged you into the hotel, stared in astonishment, then made a rather exaggerated gesture at you in a frantic manner.
"You...uh...it's normal that you don't know! But..."
"...Who are you talking about?"
Although you quickly matched the "broadcast demon" with the demon at the door who spoke in a broadcast tone, you still asked this question in confusion.
Shirley tried to explain to you, but she glanced at you and then, with a hint of unease, at the stained-glass door still shrouded in shadow.
You understood immediately, silently waved to her, and then sensibly moved closer to Vicky who was rushing over.
"follow me!"
Without any hesitation, Vicky grabbed the bewildered, tall, Eastern sinner and dragged him deep into the hotel.
Before you could react, Vicky, who was looking in Shirley's direction, shoved you, and you lost your balance and fell onto Angel behind you.
"Oh! Hey! Be careful! You'll break my delicate body!"
Angel, who had been sat on directly behind you, complained twice in dissatisfaction, but did not push you away.
"..."
"What are you eating? It's not a popsicle I specially froze to share with everyone tomorrow, is it?"
Ignoring Angel's shouts, you slowly moved aside, glanced back at the Spider Sinner behind you, and asked in a low voice.
"Yeah, otherwise what do you want me to lick in this run-down hotel?"
Angel reached out and grabbed your tail, then gave you a cheeky wink.
Your expression deflated slightly.
"...That's enough! Stop flirting here!"
After confirming that the broadcast demon hadn't entered, Vicky glared fiercely at Angel before rushing over and grabbing your shoulders, her face tense and serious as she asked, "You were just at the door! Did you make a deal with that guy?! Did you?!"
you:?
"What kind of deal? Is it the kind of deal I'm thinking of?"
With a complicated expression, you waved your hand to signal Vicky to calm down. "I didn't sense anything unusual, so the kind of deal you're thinking of probably didn't happen."
You comfort her.
Actually, once Vicky asked that question, you'd understand why Alastor looked the way he did when you were willing to shake his hand.
It's possible that the broadcasting demon is expressing admiration for a clueless brute.
You touched your chin with a serious expression.
Although you can immediately tell from Vicky's appearance that Alastor is not someone to be trifled with, surely he wouldn't go so far as to harm a complete stranger he's just met?
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, who is the broadcasting demon? And you're actually worried that this monster will fall into the hands of sinners?"
Angel, who had been completely bewildered from the start, pointed at you while interjecting with a speechless expression.
"Damn... this isn't what you thought! I mean... anyway, it's good that you didn't make any deals with that guy, he's a real opportunist!"
Because Angel's statement wasn't wrong, Vicky, unsure how to explain it, hesitated several times before finally speaking.
"Also, Angel, you've been in Hell longer than I have, yet you don't know about the Broadcast Demon? One of the most powerful beings ever seen in Hell?"
The white-haired sinner, somewhat impatient, rubbed his head with a headache.
She looked incredulous when she learned that Angel didn't know about Alastor.
"One of the most powerful beings ever seen in hell? Isn't there one right in front of you?"
Angel, looking completely indifferent, pointed at you and said, "Is that radio demon any stronger than the one in front of you?"
"..."
"...These are two different things! They are not the same! ■■■ won't try to drain your power or enslave your soul at any time!"
Vicki rolled her eyes, momentarily speechless at the Spider Sinner's words.
What awaits you is a bickering session you've long been accustomed to.
You ignored the daily squabble between the two sinners in front of you.
You remained quiet throughout, listening to Vicky finish telling you about Alastor.
But to be honest, after listening to Alastor's biography, this radio devil with his obsession with greetings really commands your respect.
Because he really gives you the feeling of a protagonist in a wish-fulfillment novel.
After all, not every sinner can start as an unknown, grassroots sinner, quickly defeat a powerful figure in hell, and eventually rise to the pinnacle of life.
Although he disappeared for a while, his reappearance still makes Vicky worry about you, which shows just how high this remarkable broadcasting demon's status is in Hell.
Fortune changes every thirty years, so don't underestimate a criminal's poverty.
You silently sighed to yourself.