Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 186 The Most Important Thing - S01E06

Great! After impulsively picking up ■■■ and running into the fire, she completely lost her sense of direction.

Christina always felt that ■■■ seemed to be affecting her judgment and concentration.

She felt that she probably only did so because of time constraints, which is why she picked up ■■■ and ran away.

After all, in her memory, this strange woman was always slow and sluggish in everything she did, which was annoying to look at.

But Christina still couldn't understand why ■■■ didn't resist when she hugged her.

She wouldn't think of anything inappropriate, but...

Amidst the buildings glowing red from the flames, Christina, navigating the dangerous inferno, would involuntarily look down at the dragon girl in her arms.

■■■It's really very light.

Just as she had imagined countless times when she saw her, she was as light as she was, matching her figure.

Although it's really inappropriate to say such things now, Christina really enjoys the feeling of holding the sinner from the East in this inferno.

Even under such circumstances, ■■■'s body was cold, like a small mobile cold storage.

However, as she moved at great speed, the silver-haired female demon found this strange emotion terrifying, and even felt as if she were being controlled by some kind of demonic mind.

'how so? ’

She actually felt happy just holding the Eastern Sinner like this.

■■■ So quiet, doesn't swear, and smells nice.

Aside from the bakery incident, she had always assumed that the Dragon Girl would have a fishy, ​​pungent smell, like that of the seaside.

After all, in a hellish place like hell, nobody should smell pleasant...

But after holding him for a while, Christina realized that the smell of ■■■ was actually more like that of cedar trees that had been thoroughly sun-dried.

A woman whose entire being seemed completely out of place in hell.

Christina also thought that ■■■ was the kind of thing that, when you hugged it, would feel like a hard, solid piece.

After all, the appearance of the Eastern sinner is completely that of a teenager whose gender is indistinguishable.

But when his hands and fingertips touched her slender body, the silver-haired sinner never imagined that the touch would be so soft and light.

So much so that she worries she might break her.

■■■'s tail was very long. When they carried her from upstairs to the nearest exit, her tail was coiled between them, drooping down.

The dragon girl's tail, which looked like a steel whip, was also cool and soft, with an expensive and gorgeous texture.

Christina doesn't like snakes.

But its tail is plump and powerful, making you want to give it a big kiss on its perfectly arranged, cool scales.

...And ■■■ is just too well-behaved.

She was certain that she must have been very rough when she hugged her.

He grabbed her and pulled her into his arms, then without saying a word, carried her and ran into the sea of ​​fire.

But she didn't understand why ■■■ just kept wrapping her arms around her neck... like a cute little dog being held by a firefighter.

Christina will not change her mind about disliking ■■■.

Because a lunatic like her would never be liked by people in hell.

No one likes someone who is so dazzling that it seems like they are showing off to be gentle to them, whose every move pierces the scars of sinners and causes excruciating pain.

The venom of disgust for her gushed from his heart and mouth, and he wished, without thinking, that this great benefactor would die in the most miserable way, until she could no longer utter a single word.

But Christina also felt—

She wished this moment could last forever.

"Honey, are you lost?"

Just then, the calm voice of the Eastern Sinner suddenly rang out from Christina's arms.

Upon hearing the voice of [redacted], the silver-haired female demon, whose hair was noticeably more disheveled than when she entered and whose body bore numerous wounds, immediately widened her eyes and her face flushed red: "...Is this the time for the fuck to flirt?!"

"..."

"Why is this flirting?" the Eastern Sinner asked briefly, puzzled.

"..."

Christina, whose hair and face looked disheveled, was momentarily speechless at the dragon girl's bewildered expression, but she quickly glared back fiercely and said angrily:

"Alright! Listen to me, you bitch! If I had that thing, I'd be rock hard by now! You son of a bitch... don't you have any idea how terrifying your charm is?"

After hearing her say that, ■■■, who always appeared calm and composed, was taken aback.

Suddenly, as if to maintain her balance, she reached out and wrapped her arms around the silver-haired demoness's neck, then laughed, her shoulders trembling.

Upon hearing the dragon girl's joyful laughter amidst the flames, Christina's first thought was that she had gone mad—

But that's clearly not the case.

"Oh...darling, you're so good at comforting people."

The sinner from the East wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, then looked at Christina's eyes with a somewhat helpless gaze.

"I'm usually described as an uncharming blockhead, thank you for coaxing me like this."

After seeing her own reflection in the dragon girl's golden eyes, Christina suddenly felt somewhat at a loss.

Undeniably, although she didn't manage to utter any more vulgarities...

But seeing ■■■ so happy, even though the situation was extremely urgent, the silver-haired sinner actually felt his mood improve.

...Even if it's more likely they'll both die here now than escape.

"But I'm glad you came."

"At this moment... nothing else matters."

"Most importantly, you've come."

“You didn’t stay downstairs, but came directly to me…that’s really surprising.”

"The current result is even more surprising than I imagined."

The dragon girl's seemingly soliloquy of comfort echoed in Christina's ears.

Christina felt she detected a strange excitement in ■■■'s tone, but she didn't pay it any mind.

Because the Eastern sinner in her arms was always the kind of strange creature that even demons couldn't understand.

But when she heard the voice she had been longing for ringing in her ears, Christina inexplicably became agitated again.

The reason is something even she herself doesn't understand...

Or perhaps she understands, but she's unwilling or afraid to admit it.

—■■■I might die here because of my own inadequacy.

Aside from being a little silly at times, Christina felt that it was possible for her not to realize that "she might be killed by a woman who wanted to save her but was actually useless."

Christina had actually been waiting for ■■■ to say something.

But she just couldn't understand...

Why doesn't ■■■ blame her?

Christina looked at the calm and docile Eastern sinner in her arms with an indescribable expression.

She opened her mouth, but in the end she bit her lip tightly and didn't say a word more.

Like a coward who hesitates until the very end and then backs down.

Christina would rather have someone point their finger at her and yell at her than have her trust her so completely like this.

She wanted the Eastern sinner to be like her ex-girlfriend who, after ruining a date, smashed a chair in her face.

Or perhaps it's those arrogant bastards who constantly talk about genitalia and argue with her endlessly.

...But why is ■■■ being so gentle with herself?

She was a pathetic rat, both in life and in death, whose body and soul were so filthy they were stinking.

Since she's already in hell... what is there about her that deserves to be treated gently?

Christina gazed for a long time at the dragon girl in her arms, who seemed to be deep in thought.

'She doesn't deserve these.'

'■■■ should put away their misplaced, foolish kindness…'

'Then it should be given to that lucky bastard who deserves this kindness.'

Think so.

Christina finally opened her mouth, trying to say something to the dragon girl.