Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 13 Hesk: Damn, there's something dirty here.

You think the broadcast demon's overly thin arms really resemble those of an old tree that's about to wither and die.

After you put your hand on this foreign gentleman's arm, you don't even dare to hold it tightly, for fear of breaking his thin arms and legs.

Because the other person's body seems rather fragile and vulnerable to you, you usually keep your hands behind your back as before when you are not moving.

Meanwhile, Alastor himself, who had just described you as having "questionable ladylike manners but unparalleled soldierly manners," was now watching Hesk, who was reciting his own lines, with utter boredom.

Occasionally, when the Big Cat Sinner looked embarrassed, his slightly widened eyes would reveal that he was probably in a good mood for a moment.

Although it's not a good habit, when you're with Alastor, you always enjoy silently observing this radio demon in front of you.

Everyone likes to take a second look at rare things, right?

You secretly glanced at this clever devil who always seemed to be lost in thought a couple more times.

In fact, just by looking at what Alastor liked, you can tell that this guy must have been dead for many years.

At times like this, you, still young and energetic, are wondering if you should try playing the "Old Deng, burst the gold coins" joke on him next time you have the chance, wondering if he'll get angry.

For certain special reasons, although Shirley has explicitly forbidden you from fighting any sinners or native creatures of hell just because you feel like it, verbal attacks are still allowed.

You secretly made a mental note of the broadcasting demon that was always scheming against you.

Although the other party said they would ask you a few harmless questions, you believe that even if these questions are harmless to you, they can still squeeze every last drop of value out of your answers like the most shrewd capitalist.

However, putting aside your dissatisfaction with intelligent people, Alastor was indeed a very responsible person in terms of a single transaction.

Just as he said, he did take good care of you during the advertising shoot.

Even if you dislike anything related to modern technology, the radio demon still stands off-screen like an elegant companion, wholeheartedly supporting you who isn't used to wearing high heels.

His hardworking and selfless manner was so gentle and gentlemanly that it almost made you feel uncomfortable.

Later, perhaps finding your way of getting along strange, Vicky managed to extract from you the story of the little deal you two made.

Unfortunately, the deal between you and him has already been made, so there's no point in blaming you now for "being so reckless as to sell yourself out for such a small thing."

The white-haired sinner, filled with disappointment and frustration, glared fiercely at someone before dismissing the little devil servant Alastor who had been helping to hold up your hair.

In the time that followed, Vicky, Angel, and Hesker, the three sinners, refused to let Alastor approach you in any way and took turns helping you with your hair, silently following you from the beginning of the advertisement to the end... just like flower girls.

You feel like your conscience has been brutally beaten by the shocking reality you're facing.

Vicky and the persecuted Hesker both felt that Alastor, who seemed completely unaffected, had gotten himself into a big mess with you, while Angel simply wanted to get closer to Hesker, especially since he and you had a fairly good relationship.

You find it hard to tell the first two people that your unpleasant expression isn't because Alastor tricked you, but because wearing high heels is uncomfortable.

In the end, you decide to let the great broadcasting devil take the blame for you, since he's the one who made you wear sky-high heels to promote the hotel.

With Alastor's help, the filming of Hell Inn's new commercial was smoother than you can imagine.

...But by the time everything was over, your plan to go to Hellmart was completely ruined.

After the grueling commercial shoot ended, you immediately changed back into your casual clothes.

The moment you slip on that robe, you feel like you've come home—the robes of the Porcelain Kingdom truly provide an unparalleled sense of security, and they're also very convenient for hiding weapons.

"Oh, I'm so glad you're back, dangerous Eastern *cold and aloof chef."

Perhaps it was because your expression suddenly relaxed a lot that Angel, while eating the cookies you made, propped his head up with his hand and teased you at the bar.

"This is the first time I've ever seen someone wear a formal dress like a straitjacket... but let's admit it, that weird guy at the inn has great taste."

You notice that when he said the word "binding clothes," the big cat sinner, who clearly disliked such things, first let out a single syllable of disgust from his throat, and then noticeably moved aside.

"If wearing torture devices and clothes that make you feel insecure means you have good taste, then I'd rather be dust in the corner for the rest of my life and then be swept away by Neilette."

Standing beside Vicky, as pure as a white statue, you replied to Angel with utmost seriousness.

Upon hearing this, the tiny Nefertie immediately climbed up your head like a cat, following your tail, and hung upside down in front of you, excitedly asking, "Do you want to be swept away? If I sweep you away, will I still get my treats?"

"...I think there probably aren't any left, Nifferty."

Vicky plucked the little witch from your indifferent head and gently placed her on the ground like a small animal.

"Besides, no one wants to sweep you away, ■■■, unless that demon wants to live a life where eating is only to maintain bodily functions."

The white-haired sinner glanced at you with a half-joking look.

"I agree!"

Upon hearing that there would be no snacks without you, Neilford, who was in an exceptionally good mood, first gasped, then excitedly waved her small broom.

"...Thank you, my little lady."

Always more patient with small creatures, you chuckled twice and then nodded to Nifferty.

Unfortunately, the little girl, whose attention span was already quite short, had already run off to Heskangel at lightning speed.

"Looks like someone's not appreciating it?"

Because the commercial had just finished filming, Vicky, in a good mood, nudged you with her elbow while laughing.

But looking at your almost expressionless face, Vicky's expression quickly changed from relief to worry, as if she had suddenly remembered something.

Vicky, who at times is more like a mother than you, hesitated for a moment before frowning and pulling you to her side, saying:

"However, more than anything else, I must remind you that that seemingly 'harmless' smiling devil has a terrible personality. If possible, you should avoid making a deal with him..."

Vicky's concerns are understandable, but you feel that the matter is still under your control for the time being.

You feel that as long as you don't sell your soul to Alastor, he poses no threat to your life, at least not in terms of personal safety.

But before you can tell Vicky that, the sound of footsteps outside the door catches your attention.

"...It's better to be ignored in hell than to be stabbed twice as soon as you come up here. And, the person you've been longing for has returned."

Looking at Vicky in front of you, you deliberately avoided the topic that might be too heavy for others, and then gently turned to make room for Vicky.

The latter understands that your senses far surpass those of any sinner.

She first punched your shoulder with her fist, and then walked unhesitatingly to the front door to greet her lover who had been out all day.

Judging from Shirley's slightly heavy footsteps, she probably didn't finish that very important thing.

You twitched your ears, slightly furrowed your brow, and glanced at the young couple embracing.

After confirming that Shirley wasn't in such a bad mood that she needed your comfort, you lazily turned and walked towards the television.

By this time, several familiar-looking criminals had already chosen comfortable seats and sat down.

You glanced at the sofa, which was probably only big enough for Shirley and Vicky to sit on, and then quietly and consciously stood behind it.

"I think it's about time. After I've finished admiring the colorful picture show in this tin box, may I have a cup of espresso?"

Upon seeing you approach, Alastor, sitting elegantly with his legs crossed on the armchair, took the initiative to strike up a conversation with you.

"Of course, should it be delivered upstairs or downstairs?"

You look at him.

"Please take it upstairs, thank you."

"learn."

"..."

"...Damn, I never thought you'd have a day when you could talk to people so normally."

Perhaps because your conversation was so polite and normal, Hesker, who had been listening in from the beginning, couldn't help but join in.

The big cat sinner sitting next to him spoke in a strange tone, with an expression as if he had seen something dirty.