Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 208 You Make Me Feel Very Insecure - S01E06

"I'm more curious about what kind of thing could make the chef look like a pitiful, frustrated person... Hmph."

The broadcaster, who is always overly flamboyant, grabs your hand as if to deliberately attract your attention, and then makes a ballroom dance gesture without any sense of boundaries.

"Your mumbling is as soft as a mosquito's buzz, isn't it, sweetheart?"

He had one arm around your waist and the other gripping your wrist, his face magnified terrifyingly in front of you.

"Why talk about these things? How can we capture the audience's hearts like this?"

Because you're suspended in mid-air, you're straining your entire body to support yourself: "..."

"I'm not in as good a mood as you think."

The dragon girl, her tone cool, withdrew her hand from the devil's claws; then, without making a sound, she moved a little further away from the sinner lord with the harsh voice in front of her.

"……pity."

Alastor, who quickly put his hands behind his back, raised his eyebrows and looked at her with feigned regret.

He was actually fairly satisfied with getting rid of the two unfamiliar, nameless criminals.

But he was dissatisfied with the attitude of the person in charge of Fast, and also with the opaque itinerary.

Their inn's head chef wasn't obligated to report to him what he'd done, but Alastor felt that ■■■ didn't seem to have much of a sense of responsibility—

Clearly, ■■■ was hiding more from him than he imagined.

This is not a good sign.

"You know, miss, I've actually been thinking about..."

The broadcasting demon, watching the retreating figure of the Eastern sinner, suddenly spoke without warning.

"Perhaps we need to reconsider our agreement."

"...What?"

You were stunned by Alastor's sudden change of heart.

The dragon girl's eyes widened, as if she wanted to confirm what the other person had said again, her eyes widening in disbelief.

"..."

"Do you know what you're saying?" Her expression seemed somewhat speechless.

"Who knows? As a theoretically absolute powerhouse, Miss has been hiding far too much from me!"

Alastor, whose tone sounded somewhat irritating, lowered his eyes as if feigning sadness, casually examining his sharp fingernails.

"To be honest, this actually makes me, as a collaborator, feel very insecure."

you:"……"

you:"…………"

Please forgive me, but at this moment, besides silence, you can't find any words that particularly match your feelings.

"…Are you serious?"

Knowing that the expression on your face must be very strange at this moment, you ask him this question with a slightly tentative tone and some uncertainty.

Not everyone in the world can make your facial expression... well, reveal three parts disbelief, three parts speechlessness, and four parts disgust.

Alastor always thinks he has a great sense of humor and criticizes yours as terrible; when you retorted that he wasn't much better, he was as bad as an Asylum movie.

(Asylum is a notorious American knock-off company, known for producing films such as *The Killer X-Headed Shark*, *Atlantic Rim*, and *Battleship*.)

You could tell from his expression that he wanted to ask you what you meant, but out of pride, he chose to remain silent.

And so he held a grudge about it.

...He's a petty, meticulous, and extremely difficult man to please.