Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 212 Saving the Best of the Best for Last (S01E06)

But I understand now.

"Practice is the sole criterion for testing truth."

You crossed your arms, looking somewhat amused, while your tail swayed gracefully in the air behind you.

The female demon tilted her head and stared at the sinner lord who had finally agreed to listen to her, then said in a deep, enigmatic voice:

"But when silence is powerful enough, it can be deafening even without making a sound."

"is not it?"

The dragon girl looked at him and smiled.

"Sir, I often feel bored."

“After a person is born and develops their own ideology, they spend almost their entire life classifying everything into different categories.”

"of course."

"There are also some muddle-headed beings in the race who stand on high places, naively and arrogantly believing that all beings are equal, not knowing that when they say that all beings are equal, they have also stepped on and killed a few ants, squeezing out the living space of life while working."

"Some people criticize their fellow human beings for not 'respecting' life as much as they do, but they are also unwilling to admit that they are just indulging in momentary verbal sparring as the strong."

As you spoke, you approached Alastor step by step, and then, without warning, you reached out your hand to his slender neck, which was covered by a red collar.

But just before encountering the broadcasting demon, before he issues his unpleasant warning...

The dragon girl's claws, covered in black scales, suddenly changed course, instead ambiguously tugging at the devil's red hair.

The deer's beautiful red hair fell loosely from the dragon's fingertips.

The displeased sinner lord frowned as he looked at the unpredictable junior before him.

Wendigo stomped heavily on the sand and gravel that had escaped from the ruins, silently expressing his emotions.

...But at least for now, ■■■ doesn't seem to care what Wendigo thinks.

"Sir, don't you think this is quite interesting?"

"The concepts of social hierarchy and equality for all people are only for those in positions of power."

"Because they are all rules."

"...Only the absolute strongest have the right to create rules."

You withdrew your hand, leaned lazily against the wall behind you, raised your head, and looked down at the old gentleman who was actually half a head shorter than you with an unusually condescending gaze.

The texture of the other person's hair still lingers on your fingertips.

“Occasionally watching lives that think they’ve broken the rules struggle in a huge prison, and all sorts of stories about love and hate unfold, can eventually become one of your forms of entertainment.”

"But when you are strong enough, you will be able to understand that feeling."

You twitched your ears and looked with satisfaction at Alastor's somewhat stiff smile.

"You can see everything about other people's emotions and actions."

"Therefore, neither slander nor praise is meaningful to you, and even classifying people into different classes is just a form of entertainment."

"In hell, the wicked imitate the wicked."

"Like poisonous insects that mimic each other in nature, they engage in primitive Muican mimicry."

"But who can blame them? We are all living beings."

"But in the eyes of your own people, you live an excessively ugly life and have endangered their lives..."

"Sometimes I feel that there isn't much good and evil in life; most of it is just winning and losing, rational choices, and fighting in a more reasonable way."

After you finished speaking, you lowered your head, curled up a strand of your hair, and began to play with it between your fingertips.

"..."

"It's truly astonishing that you've spoken more today than I have since we met."

Seeing that you had stopped moving, Alastor slowly spoke.

You glanced up at him, then looked down again dismissively, coldly saying, "Annoying?"

"Oh...hahahaha...how could that be?"

Without a second thought, Alastor replied with a neurotic laugh, "Hearing you share these sharp opinions that you don't usually reveal is much more interesting than listening to a bunch of idiots arguing on the streets of downtown!"

"Humph."

"Perhaps you should try to accept high-tech electronic products."

"Even just looking at the internet..."

"That way, Angel might not say that you are the only old-fashioned person in the inn."

You responded to his statement with a bit of a laugh.

"..."

"Never."

Upon hearing this, the broadcasting demon succinctly and decisively rejected your offer.

His expression toward high technology seemed even more obvious and disgusted than when you touched him.

Wendigo tapped his shoulder with his microphone cane in frustration, muttering a complaint: "If being an old-fashioned thing means distancing yourself from those stupid new-age products..."

"I'd rather pay to become the dustiest old object than be exposed to even a tiny bit of those pathetic and foolish toxic rays."

"..."

Alastor has started using his ornate and highly ceremonial language again.

Listening to his dissatisfaction with high technology and his scathing critique of a certain CEO, you look helplessly at the sophisticated bad man in front of you who keeps rolling his eyes.

After you patiently listened to his various sarcastic remarks, he slowly turned his attention back to you.

He gripped his microphone cane with both hands and squinted at you.

A canned laugh, like something out of a sitcom, mixed with the sound of dance music, eerily emanated from the broadcast demon's vocal cords and cane.

This made the devil appear to be contemplating something—

However, this noise, which sounded like someone was pulling and tugging at the same time, quickly stopped.

"Very well, let's talk about the 'fighting' topic that's been coming up so often before!"

Not intending to let this 'word', which had appeared so many times before, slip away from your conversation, Alastor passionately brought up a completely new topic.

“But I guess it wouldn’t be fair for me to start, so… please?”

As he spoke, he even made a very exaggerated and comical invitation gesture towards you.

'...Oh, so you saved the topic you were most curious about for last.'

That's what you're thinking.

The broadcast devil is the type who saves the best for last.

Knowing that Alastor would definitely bring this up separately, you crossed your arms and looked at him with a "I knew it" expression.

"But speaking of fighting, this has a long history, doesn't it?"

You looked at him and shrugged indifferently.

"In the Little Devil Castle area, before I moved out... well, back when I was still living in the apartment, there was a kid who wanted to become a sinner lord who was expanding his power."

"..."

Hearing this, Alastor didn't seem to react at all.

Because the Pride Ring always seems to produce those overconfident individuals who try to join the ranks of sinner lords.

However, in Alastor's eyes, the Sinner Lord was not a particularly remarkable fellow.

If guys like 3V can rank among the top sinner lords, then what is the value of the so-called "sinner lords (overlords)" now?

With a hint of dissatisfaction in his heart, Wendigo lowered his eyes and casually rubbed his sharp claws.