Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 97 Small is also very cute

In preparation for the arrival of Lucifer Morningstar, while you were busy in the kitchen, the other demons tidied up the interior of the inn a bit.

For example, there were some light strips, some balloons, some colorful flags... Although the most eye-catching thing was the sumptuous meal and desserts laid out on the table, everyone did make their best efforts for Lucifer's arrival.

……

However, it is clear that not all of the magic capitals respect the busy inn's head chef.

"What's wrong, darling? Cheer up. Lucifer is coming soon. Don't you want to see him? Smile! You're the only one in the whole inn who isn't smiling."

"I would still laugh until you ate all the meat dishes I made, but now I'm naturally not fond of laughing."

"Oh~ I still love your humor so much~"

"Then why are you frowning? What, don't you want the King of Hell to come?"

"Huh? How could you think that? Can't you see? This is a symbol of my respect for him."

"...The train you're talking about can already run a transportation hub on the Pride Ring."

You and Alastor stand behind Shirley and bicker as usual.

When you turn your head, you are surprised to see that there seems to be a faint trace of blood left at the corner of Alastor's mouth.

Not wanting him to see Lucifer looking like that, your eye twitched, and then, with a look of disgust, you precisely wiped it off with your finger.

"Thank you, sweetheart."

You're worried that he might suddenly bite your finger when you wipe his mouth, but thankfully Alastor doesn't do that to the demons in the inn.

And obviously, Alastor thanked you faster than you expected, without even trying to avoid you.

"...They didn't even bother to destroy the evidence when they were stealing food."

With a blank expression, you quickly put your hands behind your back, seemingly ignoring the other person's kindness.

At this moment, the postures of the Eastern Sinner and the Lord of Hell are almost identical.

The two most imposing figures in the inn were from Shanghai, tall and slender with upright postures.

Because they are all more human-like and act with lightness and elegance, the scene of ■■■ and Alastor standing together is still quite pleasing to the eye if you only look at them casually.

The contrast in their expressions was striking; one's smile practically filled her entire face, while the other's expression was so blank that it seemed she was angry with someone...

Although she may indeed be angry with a certain demon right now.

“Darling, maybe that’s called being upright and just…”

Just then, Shirley, who was already used to your bickering, opened the door to the inn.

The newcomer, who was noticeably shorter than you had imagined, caught both your and Alastor's attention.

But you and he probably don't know that in the eyes of the King of Hell, you and Alastor, who are already of similar height, standing behind Shirley, look exactly like two thin, ghostly figures acting as door gods... with completely opposite expressions and appearances.

The little shadow rushed over and hugged Shirley, even creating a gust of wind.

Unmoved, you stand beside Alastor, who is equally unmoved, silently observing Lucifer, who seems both very different and not so different from your impression of him.

—That really was a very petite King of Hell.

……

Or perhaps she's a bit too petite.

The distinguished guest, who didn't seem very composed, was carrying a cane with an apple at the end.

He was dressed in a white swallowtail suit with red accents, a tall hat decorated with a crown, snakes, and apples, and black boots with the high heels typical of people from hell.

So, Shirley's blush and blonde hair must have come from her father, and her dark gray eyeshadow from her mother, right?

Out of curiosity, your gaze never left the noisy, miniature adult male who seemed to be on stimulants.

You are still somewhat bewildered by Lucifer's arrival.

Because this King of Hell appeared so suddenly, it has left you with mixed feelings.

Logically speaking, since Lucifer is a fallen six-winged angel, even if he is the pinnacle of Hell, Lucifer cannot pose any threat to you.

However, the way this King of Hell appeared and his image are indeed somewhat different from the Lucifer you have in mind.

Although you can tell from the family photo Shirley hung in the inn that Lucifer is probably not some old-fashioned royal who likes to have a sour face, after seeing him in person, you feel that the noble Prince Lucifer seems to be more lively than you imagined...

……

But he's Shirley's father! You should show a king of hell the respect he deserves!

Although everyone in hell is incredibly tall, even the tiny ones are adorable!

Thinking this, you took a moment to glance at Alastor, who was also holding a cane, out of the corner of your eye.

His expression towards Lucifer was far from one of affection.

"Heh, what's going on? Who exactly doesn't like our esteemed King of Hell?"

For the first time ever, a hint of schadenfreude appeared on your face as you turned to look at Alastor, whose brows were never relaxed.

Alastor, who was watching Lucifer play with the kitten, looked up at you upon hearing this.

“I never openly display my likes and dislikes, Miss… So, does that mean you actually like our King of Hell?”

Wendigo, unfazed by your words, looked at you calmly, his other hand, which wasn't holding a cane, gently adjusting his one-way mirror.

"Like it."

When faced with Alastor's question, which seemed to carry a different meaning, you answered truthfully.

Because you answered too quickly, Alastor, who hadn't expected this, let out a very obvious thud.

“I quite like him. In this somewhat unusual situation, I prefer petite women.”

“If it weren’t for the fact that he’s married and has children, I probably would have tried to pursue him.”

Without any attempt to hide your hobbies and thoughts, you openly and honestly respond to the Wendigo before you.

"Isn't he adorable, bouncing around like that? And he hasn't sworn yet. The King of Hell is so cute; if I could, I'd really like to get along with him. I'm so envious of Shirley's mother..."

As you spoke, you glanced sideways at Lucifer, who was twirling around with Xiao Da behind you. You didn't notice that your expression softened a bit when you were looking at the King of Hell.

—But just then, a piercing broadcast noise, rising from a low pitch, suddenly interrupted your speech.

Just as you frowned and turned to ask Alastor if he was planning a rebellion, he had already vanished in a shadow and appeared before Lucifer.

you:"?"

Did you see him?

Before you could even react to what he was up to, you asked Vicky, who was standing opposite you, intending to catch up with Shirley.

...and you hope that Alastor doesn't take what you just said as an indication that you're interested in Lucifer.

Although Lucifer's appearance, personality, and height are all your type, that doesn't mean you would make a move on a married man.

It's true that you inexplicably went to hell, but that doesn't mean you're a pervert without any bottom line.

You have absolutely no interest in breaking up pure love, nor do you have any interest in being a mistress or a devil.

“That’s how it is with Alastor. If I knew what he was thinking, I wouldn’t be angry with what he did.”

Vicky, who seemed to want nothing to do with Alastor, rolled her eyes and tugged at your sleeve as she headed toward Shirley.

"...By the way, you look great in your clothes today."

Before you could stand firmly on your feet, the white-haired sinner smiled and glanced at you sideways, praising you.

To show Lucifer the utmost respect, you've changed into an outfit that no one has ever seen before.

You still have the high ponytail that Alastor tied for you.

He even helped you put the hair ornament on before you left the kitchen.

A blood-red jade crown sits in the center of your ponytail, the tips of two pale tassels entwined with crimson threads that spread upwards. They gently rest on the shoulders of this sinner from the East, appearing beautiful and obedient.

Instead of wearing her favorite black, white, and gray outfit as before, she changed into an oriental-style dress with red as the main color and black as the secondary color, and wore a pair of high-heeled pointed boots with metal toes.

The dragon pattern that always lingered on her clothes was now black.

Perhaps because someone noticed the change in its owner's clothes, the little dragon stopped on ■■■'s shoulder as if to say hello, and flicked its tail at her, looking rather cute.

The exquisite features of the Eastern Sinner are undeniable, but she always remains expressionless and calmly deals with all the hellish messes in the world.

Her black, white, and gray clothes concealed the mystery and Eastern beauty that was so different from the Western hell, leaving only a dull and even numb paleness.

She seemed to be doing it on purpose.

However, her red dress gave the demon a completely different kind of stunning beauty—although this might be related to the fact that it was the first time she had worn such a brightly colored dress, her heroic spirit and youthful vigor that Vicky had never seen before were genuine.

Vicky had grown accustomed to the presence of ■■■, but every time ■■■ changed her usual attire, she would be reminded of something by the unique and outstanding aura of the Eastern sinner.

'■■■ and they are not exactly the same.'

"Thank you."

Faced with Vicky's praise, you, who were a little unaccustomed to others complimenting your appearance, smiled at her, and then stood still and flicked your long tail.

"Hmph... I bet if you went out dressed like that, a lot of bitches would ask you for your contact information, or even stuff it into your clothes."

Angel, leaning against the table, picked up a strawberry ice cream sandwich you had made and winked at you.

"...I'd rather not have it."

Angel's prompting instantly brought back some unpleasant memories, and your face immediately turned pale.

"Then you could try rejecting those thirsty guys! My dear 'girls' emotion ATM'?"

Angel rubbed your cheek with his pink ice cream-stained fingers in an ambiguous tone, with a hint of provocation.

"They didn't cause me any real trouble. If they do encounter any problems in the future, I can help them by using their contact information."

You frowned and glanced at Angel, somewhat disagreeing with his statement.

"...Oh, poor ATM, don't you think the only time they need you is when they need you in their beds to make love? After all, you have two...hey!"

Before the Spider Sinner could utter any more of his raunchy and offensive words you didn't want to hear, you expressionlessly gave him a light tap on the back of the head with your tail.

The Spider Sinners' protest was quite a big commotion.

You ignore Angel's complaints and turn your attention to Shirley, who seems to be introducing the inn's members to Lucifer.

—Shirley Morningstar, you are a lovely, innocent, and lively golden retriever puppy.

Every time you see Shirley, you feel a sense of relief, as if your mental state, which has been traumatized in hell, is recovering.

But you won't be happy for long.

"Next are Sir Pensius and Angel Durst, they are our residents!"

She began to introduce the inn's members to Lucifer.

The sinner from the East stood frozen in place.

You hope that Shirley won't single you out; you just want her to ignore you in front of her father.

You think this way in your heart.

It's obvious that Hell's Little Princess likes to single you out when new guests come to the inn and praise you like you're showing off your own pet, but do you think anyone would rave about their pet in front of their parents?

The person who had already downgraded themselves to the status of a pet had a solemn expression.

"Hesk is our bartender, and Neilty is our housekeeper."

...Don't single you out!

"And finally, there's ■■■! ■■■ is our inn's head chef!!"

……

...I told you not to single you out! Shirley!!

Feeling like you're about to develop lividity, you're grabbed by Shirley and forcibly placed in front of Lucifer, whom you've been watching from afar.

But when you actually meet Lucifer's gaze, apart from feeling that he seems shorter, you don't feel any sense of authority from him at all.

The miniature male Lucifer Morningstar looks even more like an apple cream cake than Shirley, and it's an S-size for an Asian.

"Dad! You'll definitely like her! She's... the perfect inn chef! She can do everything, she's the best person to help my plan succeed!"

Not only will I single you out to talk about, but I'll also praise you to the skies. Shirley will hug you tightly and say this to the King of Hell, who needs to look up at you, in a comforting tone.

"Although she hasn't gone to heaven yet, I think angels should be like this... She helped me a lot while you were away, along with Alastor!"

"She is my hope!"