Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 304 Why Does the Autumn Wind Bring Sorrow to the Painted Fan? - S01E08

As Alastor tried to make himself look more respectable by relaxing his shoulders, the Eastern sinner in front of him put on the white cloak that he had been casually draped over his shoulders.

As she wrapped the white belt around her abdomen several times, her dark hair, which would have seemed rather ordinary even in hell, cascaded down, obscuring her pale and weary face—

Ever since she came back from that godforsaken place, ■■■ has never seemed as stable as when he first met her.

She always seems to be confirming things.

But Alastor, being a devil, especially a devil from the West, had no idea what this beautiful woman, whom he could never fathom, was pursuing.

She always seemed calm and collected; at first he found it boring, but also quite funny.

After all, the souls in hell always laugh as if the world is about to end tomorrow. Every demon's expression is so exaggerated, as if they are enjoying the last or final celebration of their lives.

■■■ is so unsociable, as if she practically has "I come from a foreign land" written all over her face.

Alastor sometimes felt that this was more like another form of showing off, or even a kind of arrogance.

However, it was precisely because of the maniacal smiles on the faces of the other demons that everything seemed so special, making it all the more delightful.

But now, looking at his [illegible], his expression is completely different from before.

She seemed to be in some kind of predicament, but due to her personality, she was unwilling to tell others what trouble she was facing...

Is this perhaps the legendary regional difference?

The demon, trying to extricate himself from the terrible farce that had just occurred, tightened his grip on the microphone cane.

But after the white flame had completely disappeared, Alastor suddenly realized that she was looking at him, but her face was no longer expressionless; instead, it was a wounded face.

The expression on the dragon girl's face reminded him of how Shirley had looked when they argued, but it wasn't quite the same—

But, it's probably mainly because they don't understand.

You don't understand why you are always happy when you are with him; he is your teacher, your friend, a non-threatening "enemy" who is also a friend, your companion, and your best customer.

...yet he still chose to humiliate you.

When you decide to trust him, you make an uncertain "deal" with one of the most important people in your life.

You think that instead of letting the broadcasting demon torture you in this place, you might as well just tell him your weaknesses directly. At least that way, maybe he can let you die a quick death instead of leaving you with a lot of sorrow like this.

"You no longer need to try or test how to kill me. Isn't that a good thing for a demon?"

You took a small step back and looked the announcer up and down.

"……ha……"

"Hahahaha... Hahahaha! This is unbelievable!"

After hearing your statement, the broadcasting demon paused for two seconds before continuing; he stared at you with wide eyes, as if you were some mysterious creature.

"I have to say, darling, I can't believe you'd put all the blame on me?"

The devil, who gave an irrelevant answer, said this.

you:"……"

Since what the sinner lord said had nothing to do with what you cared about, you pursed your lips and ignored him, turning around and walking down the stairs.

However, just after you took two steps, the sinner lord on your body suddenly spoke again without warning—

"...The younger generation always changes their minds so quickly it's heartbreaking, don't you think?"

……

Upon hearing this, a faint laugh suddenly came from the female demon's mouth.

She tilted her head slightly, her voice already back to its previous calm.

Then, the demon heard her say:

"Since everyone's bound to be busy tomorrow, and since you've already asked, I thought I'd give you... haha..."

"I would like to say a few words to you, sir."

"..."

"Bowl."

("If our trust could have stayed as it was at the start.")

Why does the autumn wind bring sorrow to the painted fan?

(Why must a well-trod path now lie cold and apart?)

"Old friends change so easily..."

(How lightly a trusted heart can turn away...)

"Yet they say that old friends' hearts are easily changed."

(Maybe constancy was never meant to stay.)

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A direct translation from English (the version Alastor heard).

If only our trust could remain as it was in the beginning.

Why has a familiar, frequently traveled path become cold and isolated?

A heart that was once trusted could so easily turn away...

Perhaps, eternity never intended to linger.

(And the English is my own translation based on Longlu's experiences and personality, as well as Long's own perspective. It's not a pure translation, and it uses the AABB rhyme scheme of English poetry [start and apart, away and stay])

...and we're about to enter the most difficult and painful part of writing (sigh).

If I rewrite the chapter later, everyone's comments might be overwritten, but I will try my best to include all of everyone's comments in the comments section at the end of the article (?′?`?)*??*