readsfreenovel Chapter 46 What's the difference between your dad's stalking and the sieve?
Chapter 46 What's the difference between your dad's stalking and the sieve?
"Hello! Dear guest!"
Just as you were about to share your own conjectures, a high-pitched voice, which sounded extremely melodic yet very formulaic, rang out from beside you.
You glanced with some surprise at the sinner standing in front of you, bowing to Viya.
Because everyone in hell looks strange, you decide to only mention some obvious features.
He was a criminal with slicked-back hair, antelope horns on his head, and a face that resembled that of an ordinary middle-aged white foreign man.
In addition, he was dressed in a suit and bow tie, and had a curly mustache—probably because of the other person's soul color and overall temperament, this sinner who suddenly came out to speak fits the image of a cunning businessman with considerable assets in your impression.
You can roughly tell from the other person's attire that he is most likely a manager or boss of SFDD.
Similarly, perhaps because the sound was so eye-catching, many demons who were still in line cast either malicious or surprised glances at you.
Sitting on your tail, Viya hadn't yet realized why this "enthusiastic" manager suddenly bowed to her. The bird-like witch, feeling embarrassed, twitched her lips and then grabbed her knitted hat and pulled it down.
"……What's up?"
Viya, whose speaking ability seemed to have suddenly deteriorated, realized that the other party was targeting her.
She dodged your tail as if trying to avoid you, and then asked this question in a deliberately drawn-out voice.
At this moment, the seemingly introverted female demon hides behind your robes, appearing unwilling to show herself.
"Oh, Your Highness, a distinguished guest has reserved a table for you here! Why didn't you say so sooner? Your presence has truly honored our humble establishment! I..."
Just as the guilty manager had finished speaking, Viya, realizing something was wrong, immediately changed her previous indifferent demeanor and stood in front of you, her eyes wide with anger.
She first glanced at the sinner manager who had suddenly fallen silent, and then at the sinner from the East beside her.
You, who witnessed the whole thing: "..."
This is completely exposed... little bird.
How could something so much like something out of an anime happen in real life?
Putting aside her own background, those gossipy little devils have already revealed Viya's true identity.
...But you should still pretend you don't know anything.
After Viya's sharp gaze swept back and forth a couple of times, the sinner manager opposite her, who seemed to have understood something, immediately put on a fawning smile and rubbed his hands together, saying, "It seems that our distinguished guest hopes I can give this lovely lady and her servants a surprise!"
Upon hearing the manager utter the word "servant," you see the little owl's feathers tighten as if it had encountered an enemy, but its tail swells up.
You see Viya, whose expression has always been calm, suddenly become so angry that it can only be described as "expressional facial expression".
A sharp, piercing cry, like that of a crow, escaped from her trembling lips, and you could see her fists, hanging at her sides, were clenched so tightly they were shaking.
"Wow, thank you humans for bringing racial and class discrimination, it's truly touching, Satan."
Billy, always eager for drama, chimed in with a slightly disdainful look over your shoulder.
"Before I get angry, you'd better rethink your words to my friends..."
With a forced smile on her face, Viya squinted and forced out those words through gritted teeth.
It was obvious that after hearing Billies's complaints, Viya, whose expression was already not very pleasant, looked even more unhappy now.
But for some complicated reasons, she seems to have struggled greatly when acknowledging that IMP was also her friend.
"Oh...oh! I see!"
Although the manager in front of him seemed to understand that you were Viya's friend, his expression was still one of disdain and arrogance when he looked at you with the little devil on you and the little devil on your body.
Only when looking at Viya would the unknown sinner manager's face show a fawning expression.
Excellent. At this moment, you decide to give Alastor, who showed no discrimination even when facing Egg Soldiers, and all the members of the inn an extra 20 points, especially Alastor.
Upon closer examination, it seems that the scarlet gentleman never showed any "discrimination" or "disgust" towards any creature of a lower class. He simply looked down on rude and impolite fools and disliked those who made dirty jokes at him.
...How respectable Alastor is! Let us applaud a true gentleman!
The Eastern sinner, who was silently applauding the broadcasting demon who was holding a lord's meeting, stared expressionlessly at the restaurant member who was shorter than him.
When we entered the restaurant, Viya, who seemed unhappy, kept gripping your wrist tightly.
Helpless and with no other options, you could only let the other party drag you into the restaurant with that sycophantic, obsequious manager.
It wasn't until you were seated that you gave up the idea of breaking off the manager's horn and stuffing it into his stomach, making him Alastor's midnight snack for the night.
Men don't taste as good when they reach middle age.
You might even describe the smell of a middle-aged man as unpalatable excrement—and it's not necessarily healthy.
Although you don't know what poop smells like, you think the smell of a middle-aged man is not much different from poop, and these things can even be used as organic fertilizer.
Not wanting to waste time on junk food, and not being used to relentlessly pursuing your prey, you withdrew your wistful gaze.
You took a quick look around the restaurant.
The interior decorations of restaurants in hell are not much different, and neither are high-end restaurants.
Perhaps because most beings in the Pride Ring are sinners from the human world, they also create things like restaurant check-in concepts, just like humans do. For example, this SFDD restaurant focuses on an aquarium atmosphere.
The restaurant has minimal lighting, the wallpaper is a dark red, and all the lighting comes from the huge aquarium beside you.
Several menacing-looking hell sharks swam leisurely inside, causing the eerie blue light in the tank to flicker and adding a mysterious and dangerous atmosphere to the entire restaurant.
It's a nice design, but you might not appreciate it. For someone whose main job is cooking, the food is more important.
You withdrew your uninterested gaze and casually picked up a menu from the table to look at it.
"...That's something I hadn't thought of."
After randomly ordering a few dishes recommended on review apps, Viya, looking displeased, threw the menu she was holding onto the table.
"Damn racist, this kind of guy doesn't even want to go to hell."
The teenager, who seemed quite emotional, pulled out his phone and muttered something.
She seemed to be planning to post her experience on the website, but after thinking it over, she gave up.
The correct approach is that, since this restaurant has become a popular online destination and even boasts that it has celebrities personally overseeing it, deleting a small comment from her is naturally not a big deal.
A clever little bird.
"I'm going to post this injustice online!"
Although Viya seemed to have given up, Millie, who looked righteous and awe-inspiring, had not. She angrily slammed her fist on the table.
The little devil, who was probably really angry, clearly didn't hold back his strength.
The plates and vases on the table flew up with a crash, and just as they were about to shatter, you, who had been sitting to the side without saying anything, immediately waved your hand lightly.
As you finished your movement, the falling ceramic vessel was enveloped by a force as dark as ink, and then landed steadily back on the table.
"...Bro, you should really switch careers and become a safety officer...or a lifeguard or something."
To better protect Viya, Billiz, sitting to your right across from the little witch, rested her chin on her hand and rolled her eyes at you.
"You're not the first person to say that about me."
You smiled good-naturedly as you flipped through the menu, then changed the subject to something you were more interested in: "Who do you think was the distinguished guest who reserved this table for us? I'd like to thank them if I have the chance."
As you asked this question, a hint of barely perceptible amusement and amusement crept into your voice.
"Nonsense, the one who could do something like that must be that... Gah!"
Billy almost blurted out Viya's father's name with a twitch of his lips, but his own quick-witted employees shut him up.
The carefree, mischievous boss seemed a little slow to react, as he appeared to have choked on his own saliva.
While he was coughing violently and drinking lemonade on the table, you, who were lazily half-closing your eyelids, noticed that Billy seemed to have seen something in a corner. Then your expression changed, and you immediately fell flat on your face on the spot where cushions were piled up.
...Hmm, judging from his reaction, the person in question is probably in this restaurant too.
Ignoring the little devils' frantic movements, you turned your gaze back to the menu in your hand, a meaningful smile on your face.
Seeing that you seemed oblivious to the chatter in the restaurant, Viya, who probably knew who had let you in, leaned back in her chair, crossed her arms, and looked somewhat uncomfortable.