Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 57 I want to do something big

"Snapped"

Your outstretched hand was knocked away by Billies.

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but after doing that, Billies felt like there was a hint of disappointment on your face.

……

So it seems you really need me to draw this smile on you!

"So it really was that hallucinogenic dust that messed up your brain, huh? Hey, Moses, Millie, bring the car over, we're taking her to the hospital!"

Billy, who seemed to genuinely believe this, shouted as he pinched your cheek with wide, incredulous eyes.

Although you previously gave off a "I'm about to unleash my fury!" vibe, Billiz seems to have figured out your personality—that you rarely attack your companions.

"Uh... sir... I think..."

Moses, who seemed to want to say something but hesitated, reached out his hand, then reluctantly withdrew it.

"It's a bit of a shame we didn't get to see the exciting scenes... I was going to say that things were fine as they were, but you didn't have to pay at all, darling!"

Millie, not quite understanding why you did this, lay on top of you.

"I don't understand why you're doing this... but girl, I'll support you no matter what you do!"

The little devil's voice carried a hint of comfort and determination.

"Me too—besides, you didn't do anything wrong, ma'am! But you were absolutely cool just now..."

Moses, who soon joined forces with Millie, stood on the ground looking up at you.

He looked a little worried.

But you still haven't figured out what this little devil, who has already witnessed your power, is worried about.

"Have your brains been damaged by that banned dust too? I knew there was a reason it was banned! This stuff is even stronger than taking drugs! Do your delusions even have a loading time?"

Without hesitation, Billy grabbed Moses, who was standing at your feet trying to say something, and slapped him hard across the face, yelling, "Are you two crazy?! This chick could take on hundreds or thousands of us!"

"Oh, haha, I won't even mention us little devils, even that racist pig from before is nothing but dust in front of her! What are you and Millie doing siding with her?! Does she need you two to take her side?! Don't go looking for trouble!"

"Okay...okay...sir."

Moses, whose face was completely distorted by Billies's pinching, managed a difficult response.

"But I still think... Miss ■■■, who is all alone, needs a demon to stand by her side."

Moses, seemingly not completely succumbing to his boss's tyranny, still extended one of his fingers, stubbornly reaffirming his stance.

Why don't you spare your excess sympathy for the orphans in those charitable organizations?!

“Yes, boss. I sometimes volunteer there, and I even have medals they give me… If our company’s salary were a little higher, I could even donate some money to become a platinum member.”

"Oh, you bastard..."

……

What a great drama! So wonderful!

You think to yourself as you watch the two little devils arguing in front of you.

Billies and Moses Millie have brought you more joy today than you would at the inn.

Because the way these three little devils get along is so relaxed and enjoyable, you even have the illusion that they and you are from different worlds.

Think about it, IMP seems to live a semi-family life, with its three little devils sometimes so out of control that it's as if their brains have become smooth...

Meanwhile, the Hell Inn, your main activity area and the place where you work, only plays on the trampoline while standing on your stress line.

Since Shirley couldn't find a demon she wanted to stay at the inn, she would drag you along to complain whenever she had nothing else to do.

Although the little cream cakes are really cute, and you don't mind her hugging you like a golden retriever, you sincerely hope that she won't help you when you're cooking.

Adding strawberry sauce to your Mapo Tofu lunch because it's too spicy will actually make you die.

Because of Shirley's anxiety, Vicky sometimes simply shares her anxiety.

You think conjoined twins are okay, but emotional conjoined twins are not?

Every time you meet an anxious Vicky, you have to come up with a topic that can alleviate her anxiety, otherwise you worry that you'll have to make her hair growth meals with hair regrowth properties later.

You want to beg her not to pull her hair out of her head when she's anxious; it looks a bit scary.

And Angel, the great Angel de Ste.

If he's feeling down, he can confide in you just like Shirley did.

You sincerely hope that Angel will stop making outrageous jokes about you and Alastor when you're already in so much pain that you want to jump off a building, and stop taking pleasure in your reactions.

Otherwise you might suspect that he just wants to find a newer way to die.

Hesk, your eternal black slave friend in Hell Inn.

He's the one who wipes the bottles, he's the one who lightens the mood, and he's the one who offers relatively normal opinions. You admire this reliable, adult, big-cat sinner.

But you wish he would stop indiscriminately criticizing everyone while driving his subwoofer-powered dump truck; the "danger" sign above his head could be used to play chess.

As for Niffler?

Neilford is great, she's a lovely creamy strawberry pie.

Aside from sometimes staring at you with a strange, unresponsive expression, she eats like a little squirrel, and you have no problem with her.

Alastor.

……

Alastor?

There's not much to say about Alastor.

He is a smart man.

You probably don't know that after Alastor's eerily grayish-blue smiling face appeared in your mind, your expression immediately changed from "faint sorrow" to "...".

"So...aren't you going to explain what you've done?"

Viya, who had been watching the little devils fool around with her arms crossed from the very beginning, suddenly spoke up beside you out of the blue.

After hearing what Viya said, you, who were staring blankly at IMP, turned around in surprise and stared at Viya for a while before giving her an appreciative look.

"So, my dear clever one, where would you like to begin listening?"

You put your hands behind your back and face Viya with great interest.

"Tch... Of course, we'll start from the very beginning."

Viya chuckled softly, frowned, and nudged you with her elbow. "Although I don't understand what you're thinking most of the time, I have a hunch... are you planning something?"

"I really don't understand you guys who only think but don't talk. Do you big shots just like to tell riddles?"

As if he had achieved a complete victory, Billy dragged a foaming-at-the-mouth Moses to your and Viya's side.

Millie stood next to him, looking on with anticipation for what he was about to say.

Although you understand that the little devils are just curious, looking at the devils staring at you with wide eyes, you inexplicably feel a subtle sense of a mother telling her children a story.

And even though you've only known each other for less than a day, you feel like you've already spent a long time with them.

...But if you don't hate this feeling, at least you can make friends even in hell.

"Isn't accusation of telling riddles a bit too harsh?"

Smiling as you refuted Billies, you looked up again at the dilapidated restaurant across from SFDD.

The fluorescent tubes on that shop sign were all broken, and the arrogant, foul wind made the frame supporting the neon sign creak and rattle. Occasionally, you could see a few sinners, heads down, looking at their phones, passing by the shop.

But this only makes the abandoned restaurant look even more desolate.

This unsold shop was far too conspicuous in the steel jungle of the Arrogance Ring—but you hadn't considered it before SFDD's rude behavior.

"Tch, no matter how serious it is, it can't be more serious than your inexplicable concession, right?"

While you were pondering how to fluently express your thoughts, Billy, who seemed still resentful about your previous "compromise," muttered a couple of things.

"Damn it... a thousand words really can't compare to your casual 'never mind'."

The little devil, arms crossed and looking annoyed, rolled his eyes.

"Forget it? Who said we'd just let it go like that?"

Faced with Billy's statement, the Eastern sinner, who seemed to be deliberately making such an expression, widened his eyes and deliberately used that exaggerated and incredulous tone.

"Why do you think that my honest payment and taking you away from SFDD is what you call 'letting it go'?"

"Isn't it possible that I just want a bigger one?"