NFBE Chapter 162 Bad Deer, You Can Harass the Chef in the Kitchen - S01E06
Chapter 162 Bad Deer, You Can Harass the Chef in the Kitchen - S01E06
Strangely enough, you always seem to face this situation when you're with the radio demon.
It could be a long silence, or a sharp retort that just slips out—
But the sinner lord, who always considers himself an elder, rarely treats you like a stranger.
...Or rather, he has his own set of attitudes and rules towards both men and women.
Old-fashioned Western gentlemen seem to habitually view men as some kind of uncivilized, rude barbarians.
Clearly, he preferred lighthearted conversations among women, and the always perfectly timed emotional moments...
However, although he was generally not very friendly to men, Alastor himself was a man who knew how to enjoy life.
But perhaps this is also why a radio star from the United States in the 1930s would be willing to go into the kitchen to help you with chores.
Even if these things are insignificant, these actions do indeed demonstrate his "gentlemanly" side.
It's like the most convenient and simplest kind of high-end decoration.
You glanced indifferently at Wendigo, who seemed to have ADHD, out of the corner of your eye.
He's currently fiddling with the cutlery you've left aside, like a naughty cat trying to push a glass off the counter.
Although he wouldn't intentionally get his hands wet for anyone, after you fell into a silent stare, Alastor skillfully emptied the drain basket and then placed it effortlessly on the sink next to him.
Just like your habit.
...So you're willing to accept that he can stay in the kitchen.
But that's probably not what Alastor wanted.
Perhaps because there was really nothing else to do, the male demon, who had never liked wasting time on such things, spoke up somewhat impatiently beside you: "So, you're planning to just stay silent like this?"
"I must say, rather than wasting my time here with you... I might have some time to go out and have some fun before you finish cooking."
Having said that, the restless Wendigo immediately raised its claws and bared its sharp teeth like a swaggering carnivore.
Before he could finish speaking, an undeniable evil force, carrying some symbols, immediately emanated from his body, like some kind of violent force poised to be unleashed.
……
That's that familiar threatening stance.
Facing the sinner lord's hideous and terrifying demonic face, you calmly wash the things in your hands.
"Leisurely moments always make me crave blood more—Miss Chef, I think you know me quite well by now, don't you?"
"..."
Alastor knows perfectly well that you have absolutely no interest in the completely unfriendly "reciprocity" between demons.
He stood to the side, somewhat bored, with his cane tucked under his arm.
During your silence, the male demon casually picked up a strand of your hair and played with it slowly, like winding up a telephone cord.
"Get to the point, don't beat around the bush, just ask what you want to know."
Without looking up, you listen to Alastor's ornate yet ironic words, your head buzzing with pain.
You feel like someone is pointing a sharp knife at you with malicious intent, wrapped in colorful candy wrappers.
...It's truly heartbreaking that such a bastard is both a guest at Shirley's inn and your business partner...and also the rumored devil who saved you—
And they're especially good at tattling and feigning innocence!
Your hand gripping the ingredients tightened unexpectedly for a moment.
"Oh! Very good! It seems you really understand me."
I like your straightforwardness!
Seeing how composed you were, the sinner lord, who seemed to be in a good mood, immediately widened his eyes in surprise upon hearing this.
Alastor didn't seem angry at your somewhat rude ignoring him.
He simply crossed his arms gracefully and leaned against the cabinet next to you.
Just like a long, long time ago when he sat on the rooftop and asked you those questions he had been planning for a long time.
"So, I'd like to know why Miss ■■■ suddenly came to Little Devil's Castle? I don't think we need such childish excuses like 'visiting relatives' between us—"
"After all, I think you are a smart person, Miss, and you should know that this is not a suitable reason."
The broadcast demon, facing your profile, narrowed his eyes and cut straight to the point.
He smiled meaningfully, gazing with great interest at the unfazed Eastern sinner before him.
Like a wild beast scouting its prey in the shadows.
"Oh...that's a sharp question."
Faced with Wendigo's almost interrogative and commanding tone, Daenerys's reply was without hesitation.
"However, unfortunately, now is not the time to answer that question."
But she declined.
"..."
Clearly, both intelligent people understood what the question was asking and what the answer was.
...even if the words of the sinner lord who spoke first were ambiguous and unclear.
But the sinner from the East abruptly ended the conversation.
"Zizzi."
"..."
Faced with ■■■'s clearly stated answer, the scarlet old gentleman merely tilted his head, squinted his eyes, and made a few soft, discordant noises; like a brief, insignificant moment of thought.
But the devil seemed to accept this answer.
Pressuring him for answers is pointless, and he has never had the habit of clinging to his prey.
So Alastor just shrugged without really thinking anything of it.
"So, as payment for wasting my precious time, why don't you, the perfect innkeeper chef, say something to pass the time?" The smiling devil bared his fangs and casually added.
"After all, I feel that going out to have some fun is more in line with my wishes right now."
As he said this, Wendigo lowered his head and slowly examined his sharp fingertips.
……
Basically, you have to give him an explanation, right?
"...Then I must say, you are quite pragmatic."
Annoyed by the childish behavior of the Sinner Lord, you looked up and glared at the seemingly idle demon Alastor with unbearable impatience.
"Otherwise, why do you think I would come to this place that smells like urine with you?"
Upon hearing your comment, Alastor, who seemed to have been waiting for you to bring up this topic, immediately spoke loudly in his exaggerated broadcast voice.
It was like an excited announcement.
……
...You start to feel glad that you cast a silencing spell on the kitchen after the other person came in.
"..."
Looking at the sinner lord in front of her who showed no sign of restraining his speech and continued to do as he pleased, the dragon girl, who was in a real bind, rubbed her throbbing temples with her wet fingers.
"You know, it's ridiculous that the Broadcast Demon appeared in Little Devil City, since it's full of useless and annoying little things!"
As if he had found an outlet, the broadcasting demon said this while frowning and spreading out his hands with utter disgust.
But Alastor's actions inexplicably reminded me of the bad neighbors often seen in movies and TV shows.
And he's the kind of guy who's bound to appear in "Desperate Housewives" and can get along well with the women.
A shrewd and ruthless, yet refined and fastidious bachelor Sigma man.
They enjoy gossiping and will talk about everyone equally behind their backs.
Those with inside information even knew the exact details of how the councilor's wife died at the end of the residential street...
"Your little devil family is still sitting there all intact... Oh, ha... You'd better pray that my patience in playing the good guy lasts a little longer, darling."
Perhaps because he noticed you were distracted, Alastor, who looked a little unhappy, frowned even more deeply.
"Otherwise, I wouldn't mind having a little dessert before the main course," he said casually.
"..."
Well, he's not only well-informed, but also very perceptive.
■■■ looked at Alastor with a bit of speechlessness.
—She possesses the same cold-blooded logical thinking ability as men, focusing only on pros and cons, yet her emotions are as sensitive and suspicious as a woman's during unpleasant times.
He amplified the advantages of each gender equally and then turned them into weapons to attack others.
Faced with the difficult, sinful lord before you, you frowned with a hint of resentment.
Clearly, the Broadcast Demon is the kind of megalomaniac who expects the entire universe to respect him as much as they would a lover.
But you think most demons in hell wouldn't meet this morbid standard—
You are the same.
You wouldn't satisfy all of Alastor's perverted desires like a lover would.
"So, you came into the kitchen just to ask me these questions?"
Out of concern that Alastor would continue to cause trouble, the Eastern sinner, whose tone was always flat and emotionless, looked at him.
"..."
■■■'s remarks were like a kind of forced but necessary coaxing.
The broadcasting demon sensed the perfunctoriness in her words, and his gaze towards her showed a hint of displeasure.
Facing the gaze of a certain tyrant who struck fear into the hearts of all, the Eastern Sinner simply poured a bag of apples into the pool without a care in the world.
With a dull thud as the fruit hit the metal surface, Wendigo, who was squinting, twitched the tips of his ears.
It seems she intends to remain silent and avoid the main issues?
...Ha, very good, but he won't allow things to develop like this.
The male demon, seemingly deep in thought, rested his elbow on his hand and remained silent for a moment before casually responding to the dragon girl before him:
"Well, that's debatable."