NFBE Chapter 27 President, you also have the seven-year itch?
Chapter 27 President, you also have the seven-year itch?
As everyone knows, as long as your bottom line isn't crossed, you are absolutely the calmest demon in the entire Hell Inn, with the best temper, the most stable emotions, the most normal thinking, and the best ability to reason.
In the entire hell, only three things will cause your emotions to fluctuate differently.
You have two schemes: one is to harm Shirley, the other is to harm the demon in the inn, and the third is something you decide to keep secret for now because it's somewhat shameful.
In some situations, you and Alastor may not get along particularly well, but there's at least one thing you'll agree on immediately.
—Having already been warned, your authority is beyond question.
You slowly raised your head and glanced at Pantheon, whose arm was being held by Angel, and at the thing that looked like a surveillance camera that he had placed on the bookshelf.
"Hello, please give me a reason not to turn you into snake soup with eggs."
Wearing a pink apron, the Eastern Sinner stood at the door of the inn's study, her expression so cold and hard that one glance was enough to tell she was on the verge of exploding.
A dragon made of black ink, accompanied by a chilling aura, hovered around the female sinner.
With each step you take toward the serpentine sinner before you, ripples that seem to solidify in the air spread out from your feet.
Although the ends of your hair shimmered with a dazzling red light like burning embers, the aura emanating from you this time was different from when you threatened the demon broadcasting the message.
—The chill was biting.
The sound of splashing water, which appeared out of nowhere, grew clearer in the empty room. The cold, salty wind lifted the red decorative curtains, and Pantheon seemed to hear the sound of drums in the distance.
The sound of the drum was so clear, yet he couldn't see what was beating it or where the sound was coming from.
After Angel discovered that Pantheon had planted a surveillance camera, the scene was initially noisy and chaotic, but everything quieted down after the appearance of that horrible inn chef.
After delivering that very convincing "steamed egg" statement, the Eastern Sinner calmly used his long tail to pull Angel Dester, who was standing next to Pantheon, to his side.
Black ink gathered in her hand, eventually transforming into a snow-white long stick that appeared to have many holes, with a decoration adorned with red tassels hanging from the end.
……
She wouldn't want to beat herself to death with that short stick, would she? She really would, wouldn't she!?
Panxius stared in horror at the inn's chef, who stood there looking both calm and insane.
"Uh, ■■■... Calm down... Calm down."
Knowing that ■■■ was probably really angry, Vicky grabbed your arm first. Although she was also a little angry, there was no need to actually kill the demon.
"..."
"Oh, so, Shirley, are you angry?"
Without any intention of backing down, you let Vicky pull you along, then turned to look at the blonde princess beside you, who looked surprised but not at all unhappy.
"No way... I guess?"
Actually, I'm a little worried that you might be too rough with your hands, as Shirley is holding your arm from the other side.
"Oh... screw the hell out! ■■■! Kill this shameless traitor!"
At the moment, it seems that only Angel, who had been humiliated by Panxius all day, felt a sense of satisfaction.
"I knew this guy was up to no good by suddenly showing up in this godforsaken place! I told you so!!"
The Spider Sinner, looking smug, had even pulled out his usual submachine gun.
"No, no! It's actually okay, [names of people], Angel! Don't be angry! Calm down!"
Shirley, who was practically clinging to you, soothed you in a tone of voice like she was coaxing a puppy, while gently shaking your body.
It would be one thing if Angel used his submachine gun to shoot Pancius to death, but if [redacted] took action, the whole thing would be a different story.
"..."
“...I’m not angry, Shirley.”
Seeing the other person's reaction, you, who were trying to prove that you were calm, could only sigh helplessly.
"Since you say it's nothing, then it's nothing."
After you finished speaking, the restless flames behind you subdued and died down, and the sounds of water, drums, and the dark dragon shadow all disappeared under the sweet voice of the blonde demoness.
With a helpless expression, the Eastern sinner crushed the jade flute that had been casually formed in his hand, then maintained the posture of having Xia Li on one side and Vicky on the other, with his hands behind his back as he looked at the snake-shaped sinner in front of him.
The aroma of food replaced the coldness of the inn's chef, and after being comforted by the inn's owner, she seemed to have returned to her previous calm and quiet demeanor.
Shirley's instructions were extremely simple, but in reality, the moment she said "It's okay," the oppressive aura emanating from ■■■ vanished without a trace.
"...Plan terminated! Plan terminated! Requesting backup! Agent Panshust, emergency evacuation!"
Perhaps because he realized you weren't as hostile as before, and thought it was a good opportunity to escape, Pantheon immediately turned his back to you and hurriedly shouted at the watch on his wrist.
Looking at the other person's silly appearance, you suddenly feel sorry for their embarrassing and undignified state.
...And is that the "mobile monitor" that costs nine thousand knives that this guy is wearing?
Completely ignoring the commotion coming from the watch, you frowned, unaware that your earlier threat was the real culprit that made the other person even more pitiful.
later?
What exciting things will happen when an undercover agent is discovered in less than a day, and is completely no match for you or even his own facility manager?
The most captivating moment was when you were immersed in Shirley's singing.
Your role could have ended when Shirley stopped you from getting angry.
So, after the little princess of hell starts singing a little song about forgiveness, you immediately realize it's too late.
You should have gone back to your kitchen earlier... You're such a terrible cook, why aren't you going back to cook after you've finished what you're supposed to do? What are you doing here, getting involved with them?
You absolutely refuse to sing in front of everyone, and you don't even want to join the interlude.
Forced to be an audience member with a bitter face, you stood there like a corpse, wooden and lifeless.
The pink apron makes you look somewhat out of place when you're pretending to be a statue, so you have no choice but to retreat into the darkness of the study for now.
Not knowing what expression to make, you stand there watching Pantheon and Shirley dance in the study, watching the wondrous scene unfold before you, with the starry sky above...
Oh dear, you feel your hands and feet getting cold from embarrassment.
Standing still, you silently rubbed your hands together behind your back.
After the song ended, as if nothing had happened, Shirley led everyone to bed.
you:"……"
Once the light in the entire study had dimmed, you slowly emerged from the shadows with a blank expression.
You notice that the small room is filled with two different scents besides yours.
After pacing over to the nine thousand knives that had been thrown on the ground, you turned your head and called out softly to the demon who had been watching everything from the shadows at the door.
"Dear hotel facilities manager, are you planning to stand there indefinitely?"
Alastor, who had been standing at the door watching the show from the very beginning, was speechless.
The little high heels of a certain demon made a light "tap-tap" sound on the carpeted pavement.
For some reason, the broadcast demon, who had somehow listened to you, casually appeared before you.
You ignored him, and instead picked up the $9,000 digital watch from the ground with an impatient look on your face, saying, "TV CEO, I know you're here. No wonder it's your own mobile surveillance system. It costs $9.90 to manufacture and sells for $9,000, so you dare to let someone just casually throw it on the ground, right?"
As you said this, the broadcasting demon, who had just seemed rather unhappy, immediately moved closer to you with great interest.
He seems to be really looking forward to your meeting with that demon.
"What?! You are... Holy crap! How come you're still with this rotten old man?!"
After seeing you with Alastor, Vox looked so shocked he practically forced his blue face across the internet cable.
"That doesn't sound very polite, my old friend."
With a grin that stretched to his temples, Alastor tapped the digital watch in your hand, which was worth nine thousand hell knives, lightly with his cane.
"Damn it... You think I'll be afraid of you just because you're with this lunatic?! Radio is dead! Look at this hell, who still uses radio these days?!"
In response to Wendigo's remarks, Vox, who inexplicably felt a sense of vulnerability, roared and yelled on the other end with a ferocious expression.
"You think I'll be afraid of you just because you brought in a madman who violates the laws of hell every day?! Oh ha ha... You old bastard who should have died seven years ago..."
"Hey TV kid, first of all, I'm not my scumbag. Secondly, if you keep criticizing my people, I'll start to think of you as a closeted gay guy."
"What's wrong? It's been seven years and you still can't forget my radio demon? Does that mean you're experiencing the seven-year itch even before you're married, Mr. President?"
You interrupt the Vox Technology president, who was furiously raging on his digital watch, with a blank expression.
"..."
"..."
Right after you uttered this outrageous statement, Alastor next to you and Vox across from you on the digital watch immediately fell into a cryptic silence.