Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 16 Brother, you didn't actually exchange your true feelings for someone else in hell, d

"So, you probably already know what I want to know, don't you, darling?"

Alastor sat on a chair on the second-floor balcony, picked up the espresso you had just prepared for him, took a sip, and said, "Sit down and let's talk."

He somehow conjures another chair in front of you.

"This discussion won't last long, so I won't sit down."

You stand opposite him, looking down at the devil broadcasting with a relaxed and cheerful air, his leg crossed over his other thigh.

"As for your question, I cannot answer something that is too private, but I can answer some things that I feel I can say."

To prevent someone from going too far, you deliberately added this sentence.

Alastor has indeed asked you a lot of questions that you felt you didn't need to answer throughout the week, but today this clever man has finally found an opportunity to get the answers.

You both like and dislike being around smart people, yet you remain stagnant.

Although your facial expression remained unchanged, you couldn't help but stomp your right toe on the ground.

"Zizzi."

Upon hearing your words, the crimson sinner, whose voice was slightly distorted, first raised an eyebrow before gesturing for you to proceed.

"..."

"First of all, I can answer you that there is indeed a possibility that I 'shouldn't go to hell'."

"Although I call myself a sinner, strictly speaking I shouldn't be considered a sinner. However, I also can't be considered a native creature of hell, because I have memories of when I was still human."

You looked at him and said this, word by word.

You can't say you're unwilling. Since you've already made a deal with Alastor, showing impatience now would seem petty.

So you didn't intend to lie to Alastor about the questions he asked next.

"It is clear."

After receiving your answer, Alastor's eyes widened slightly in surprise for a moment. "While this answer is somewhat valuable, I still hope you can get to the point."

"The point?"

Knowing that the broadcasting demon wouldn't be satisfied with just this much information, you curled your lip.

"I can't answer many of your questions specifically because I don't know them myself."

This might sound a bit like Versailles, but you haven't been in Hell for long, and you're not even sure about the development of many of your abilities—

You said you wouldn't lie to Alastor, but there's no need to tell the other person something so embarrassing that no one would believe you.

The corner of the Eastern sinner's mouth twitched imperceptibly.

"No, no, no, these are all meaningless and insignificant trifles."

Seeing your ambiguity on this matter, and seemingly not intending to make things difficult for you, Alastor narrowed his eyes, his smile unchanged.

As everyone knows, a smart broadcasting devil will not let go of any profit that comes his way.

You, who disliked making eye contact with a demon like Alastor, sighed and stood still, waiting for Alastor, who seemed to be responding.

Finally, after a few seconds of thought, just when you felt the atmosphere was getting awkward, Scarlet Wendigo deliberately tilted his head at you and said, "Of course, I can ask the questions next. You just need to answer yes or no. If you think of anything to add, that would be even better."

"..." This guy has a pretty good idea.

"go ahead."

The mysterious sinner from the East looked at him, his eyes flickering for a moment, but in the end he nodded calmly.

"……very good!"

After obtaining your permission, the broadcasting demon gracefully clasped his hands together, leaned back, and calmly uttered a statement from his mouth, which still maintained the curve of a smile.

"You can kill sinners and primal demons without relying on the weapons of the angels, including the nobles of Hell and the Lords of the Seven Rings."

For this "problem" that was already basically a conclusion, you were somewhat surprised and immediately realized that something was wrong.

But that's what they say...

Having your own plans, you raised an eyebrow, mimicking someone else's gesture: "Yes."

"But you cannot kill angels, not even fallen angels."

"Yes."

"Given the above premise, even an angel cannot kill you."

"Yes."

"Although you have the ability to travel to the human world at will, there is a time limit."

"Yes."

"..."

“Excellent, and there’s one last thing I want to know.”

Upon hearing that you could freely travel to the human world, you noticed Alastor's eye twitch, whether from excitement or some other reason, you couldn't tell.

Although you didn't deliberately hide your abilities from him this week, you think the Broadcast Demon is incredibly intelligent to be able to glean so much information in just one week.

You don't know what use Alastor is for asking so much information about your abilities, but since he says he wants to know one last thing, you can just assume he's not being too unreasonable.

"Let me think... I guess your strength is somewhere between a noble and a ring lord."

Seeing your acquiescence, Alastor, whose laughter, tinged with electricity, suddenly slowed down, began to speak. The broadcasting demon, who had never before shown you any annoyance, tilted his head and asked you this.

But after hearing that, you paused for a moment, then laughed.

You gave a "no" to the last guess of a certain invincible sinner lord.

Then, as expected, you received a slightly surprised look from the other person.

Facing Alastor's unchanging yet dangerous gaze, you slowly walked closer to him and spoke to him softly for the first time in a relatively harsh tone.

"Unfortunately, in reality... I am not somewhere between a nobleman and a ring lord..."

Although the other person didn't turn around, Alastor, whose expression was a mix of excitement and anger, shifted his gaze in your direction after you walked to his side.

"On this point, I'm going to disappoint the great broadcasting devil."

"Because according to the majority of demons' definition of strength..."

"I am probably a quasi-ring master level far beyond the nobility."

You said those words in a very light but disdainful tone.

You see the part of the broadcast demon that stands up like a deer's ear tremble slightly.

Before you could finish speaking, you suddenly heard a faint, chaotic noise, the kind that only comes out when a broadcast is out of order.

Although Alastor himself didn't seem to react much, the shadow behind him was hunched over and clinging to the back of the chair, looking like a ferocious wildcat making a "huffing" sound.

……

Hmm, it seems even one of the strongest and most mysterious sinner lords in Hell can't always remain calm.

You raised your eyebrows slightly.

"At the same time, if the opponent is a Ring Master who is not good at fighting, or a Ring Master who has power but doesn't know how to use it, or... a Ring Master who is not good at fighting—"

"If it's just what I said, then they're all equally easy to kill for me."

She spoke in a tone that suggested the weather was nice today, revealing that she possessed power far exceeding that of countless sinners.

Long, black hair cascaded down the shoulders of the seemingly harmless female sinner, the cascading ink partially obscuring her profile, making it impossible for Alastor to see her expression.

The cook, who had never laid a hand on any of the sinners at the Hell Inn, straightened up and said nothing more after uttering those words.

To hell alone, she seemed so obedient that demons hated her.

But Alastor, the sinner lord who crawled out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, could sense a dangerous signal emanating from the female demon beside him.

The silent [unclear] is like a snow-white longsword standing in the shadows.

Even judging solely from strength, this mysterious sinner who claims to be from the East could easily turn the entire hell upside down, yet she simply stands there quietly—even working as a cook in a place that can only be described as an entertainment venue.

...It's so absurd that even the demon finds it laughable.

The broadcast demon clenched his intertwined fingers, and although his smile grew wider, no one knew what the sinner lord, who was also being controlled at this moment, was thinking.

"Very well, you..."

Faced with the composed female sinner, Alastor seemed to want to say something more.

But a missile that suddenly blew up the walls of the Hell Inn interrupted him at an inopportune moment.

When you are interrupted, you see that although the broadcast demon still maintains a polite and proper smile, you can clearly feel that he is angry.

Unconsciously growing antlers, an ever-expanding smile, slightly swollen red hair, and a radio hum that's even more jarring than when you were close to him before.

His shadow seemed particularly angry.

Alastor took a sip of coffee from the table, as if trying to suppress his anger.

Seeing his appearance, you suddenly felt much better and let out a soft sound that sounded like laughter.

But after ignoring the strangely shaped spaceship in the sky and walking to the fence to look at the wall of your own inn, you couldn't laugh anymore.

Because a huge hole was left there.

The veins on your forehead are bulging.

The uninvited guests from the sky provoked the two most terrifying demons in the Hell Inn in just a dozen seconds.

"Show yourself, Alastor! Come out...face me—"

"Oh, there you are!"

An arrogant male voice emanated from the shark-shaped airship, and the yellow, translucent glass did not interfere with your clairvoyance.

But he didn't even spot the obviously red Wendigo next to you right away.

Why does this uninvited guest seem a bit dim-witted?

You glanced at the serpentine sinner sitting in the airship's cockpit, then looked expressionlessly at the broadcasting demon behind you.

"you know?"

You stood with your hands behind your back at the edge of the fence, turned your head slightly, and asked Alastor, who was not making any noise behind you.

"Of course not, why would you think I know this kind of clown?"

The broadcast demon said this behind you in a slightly exaggerated tone of surprise.

As you hear the sound of a mug being set down, you realize that the other person seems to have slowly walked to your side.

After standing still, Alastor gave a slightly confused smile and spoke politely in a loud, broadcast-like voice.

"So who are you?"

The sinner lord's unhurried voice echoed in the chaotic air of the inn.

You think that if Alastor hadn't been angry, he probably wouldn't have even bothered to stand up in the face of such a nameless, provoke stranger.

But you didn't really pay attention to what happened next between the other person and Alastor.

With your mind solely focused on repairing the wall, you overhear the other person seemingly identifying himself as Sir Pensius. Aside from that, you have no interest in or desire to hear about his feud with Alastor, so you simply turn around and go down to the second floor.

The other demons from the inn were already standing outside, seemingly joining in the fun.

"Do you need me to take action?"

You casually asked a question, then waved your hand dismissively to finish repairing the hotel wall. You then glanced at Shirley Vicky and the others standing with Alastor, who had somehow come down from the hotel.

"Oh...oh no! ■■■You don't need to do anything!"

Knowing that if you made a move, the other person would most likely be killed instantly, Shirley quickly stopped you.

"May I ask what brings him here?"

Even in hell, the little princess of hell, who still maintains good upbringing, asked you a question.

Vicky, standing next to him, didn't say anything, but simply raised her hands symbolically with wide eyes—judging from her angry expression, you could guess that Vicky was quite dissatisfied with the serpentine sinner in the sky who had inexplicably blown a hole in the hotel.

"Let's find Alastor. Didn't he say he fought Alastor in nearly twenty battles?"

Having listened to a little bit, you flicked your tail and walked around Alastor, noticing that the broadcast demon's gaze seemed to be fixed on you.

He seems to still be "resentful" about the outcome of your conversation.

"You should know that not every sinner in hell can be freed from this burden once and for all, just like the chef."

Seeing that you were steering the conversation toward him, Alastor, who showed no displeasure, looked at you with a light tone, leaning on his cane.

This made him look like a noble gentleman watching birds rather than a troublesome sinner lord.

"Would you be willing to help me deal with this noisy clown in front of me?"

The scarlet Wendigo asks you.

Alastor, who didn't seem to be in a bad mood, even made an inviting gesture with his right hand.

“Shirley just said I don’t need to do anything, and he’s not a threat to you right now.”

Knowing that the other party was just saying it casually, you stood next to Shirley and glanced at Alastor. "It's not too late for me to take action after he threatens the people in the inn."

After the other party mentioned that they had fought nearly twenty battles with the dangerous sinner lord in front of you, you suddenly remembered the one flying in the sky.

When Alastor first arrived at the Happy Hotel, it seems that his first act of tough talk was directed at this unfortunate Sir Pensius.

You vaguely remember that the person in front of you used their power to drag the one flying in the sky into an unspeakable place. You didn't expect that the other party would refresh the resurrection point and return to the Pride Ring so quickly.

Sometimes you really envy these sinners who can be resurrected in the time it takes to watch an ad.

You gaze at the airship in the sky, which has an inexplicable steampunk style, and sigh repeatedly in your heart.

"pity."

Seeing that you listened to Shirley so well and remained unmoved from beginning to end, with no hint of regret in your tone, Alastor closed his eyes and raised his head high.

"In that case, let me send this troublesome person, whose name I can't even remember, away as soon as possible~"