Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 136 "Please forgive my selfishness." - S01 E05

"...So, who are you? Are you ■■■?"

Alastor, who was starting to get curious about new things again, felt he could put aside the fact that he had been burned by the flames for the time being.

He crossed his arms and asked the enormous woman in front of him in a passionate voice.

……

But she did not reply.

"Why are you here?"

She still didn't reply.

"Oh, so you're mute?"

She still didn't reply.

"..."

"Hmm, so it seems this is a debatable issue?"

Seeing that the big "■■■" in front of him remained silent, Alastor was not annoyed. He just tilted his head and looked at her with a playful expression.

"..."

"You shouldn't stay here."

"You should leave here."

"Alastor".

Suddenly, the enormous woman revealed her entire head and said this to Wendigo in front of her.

Alastor was taken aback when the other person started with such words. She first widened her eyes, then narrowed them in confusion and displeasure: "Ah~! You've finally gotten to the point, Miss. Isn't this what we've been focusing on all along?"

……

"..."

Upon hearing Alastor's words, a look of surprise and complexity suddenly appeared on Da "■■■".

Holding Wendigo in her arms, she emerged most of her body from the water and whispered, "I'm sorry."

"...I accept the apology!"

Alastor, leaning on his cane and closing his eyes, replied with lightning speed, "Although your little guard just caused me a lot of trouble, at least we're even now."

As he said this, Wendigo, with one eye open and one eye closed, tried to discern a change in expression from the woman's indistinct features.

But he failed.

Alastor frowned, feeling a bit bored.

The woman, who had fallen silent again, quickly submerged her enormous body back into the water.

She still only showed half of her head, just like before; the two-meter-tall devil stood in her hand like a tiny red sparrow.

"...Then please forgive me, you certainly have the freedom not to answer my question, but I still want to know—or I hope you can at least answer my question out of politeness."

"Why……"

"Am I the only one who can enter that door?"

After a long silence, the Western gentleman raised his head and asked with great interest.

……

A natural, untamed spirit and an absolute sense of justice towards life shone in the eyes of the stranger.

This reminded Alastor of the beasts in the mountains and forests, filled with a primal curiosity about everything.

The broadcasting demon loves women's eyes filled with ambition and desire, because only those with desire are more like living, breathing people.

Unlike souls that have become puppets of different things, a free and agile human being can bring delicious taste to the palate when eating.

Alastor's smile widened and his pupils dilated.

This seems to be an unconscious habit he has when he encounters things he likes.

He was curious about the scent of the enormous woman before him, just as he was curious about the scent of [redacted].

When faced with Alastor's question, the enormous version of "■■■" remained silent for a long time before calmly replying with a hint of a smile:

"...because I knew you would come."

"Only you can enter through this door."

……

Clearly, this is an unexpected answer.

Wendigo's eyes widened, as if she was somewhat surprised that she would say such a thing.

There may be many meanings and possibilities in “■■■”’s words, but Alastor will believe the one he wants to believe.

“I also had a gambler friend outside, but he is no longer my friend.”

The broadcast demon narrowed his eyes.

"..."

She still didn't reply.

The sounds of song and dance from the last century transformed into a short, indistinct aria that drifted from Alastor's throat as he crossed his arms, his microphone cane tucked diagonally into the crook of his arm.

Although he appeared relaxed, Wendigo suddenly tilted his head, and the eerie smile on his face grew wider and wider.

The broadcast demon's face held an ambiguous expression of pleasure and amusement, and a light laugh emanated from his vibrating chest.

"...Haha...Hahahahahaha..."

Was it because they knew he would come? Or because they knew he was the only one who would come?

Everyone now knows about Shirley's relationship with her. Ordinary sinners would fear her fire, and Lucifer wouldn't risk his life for a complete stranger. Logically speaking, it seems that only the Broadcasting Demon in the entire inn would dare to take on this danger due to his personality...

Although Alastor didn't know who or what the "being" before her was, since she was able to appear here, she must also be a part of ■■■.

Alastor knew she was gambling, and realized that he had probably been a stake on her gambling table for a long time. And most importantly…

She won the bet.

"So, things have come to this... My lovely lady, who exactly are you?"

Becoming someone else's bargaining chip is, to put it mildly, a strange feeling.

Alastor first looked up and stared at the huge [unclear] in front of him for a while.

But soon, he shrugged, casually adjusted his one-way mirror, and said in a nonchalant tone, "But I probably already know the answer. You are [redacted], but not [redacted] either, right?"

"...Correct."

The enormous “■■■” seemed uninterested in exploring what the broadcasting demon was thinking, and simply spoke in its unique, emotionless, yet gentle and eerily soft voice.

That's all.

"gentlemen."

"You should leave."

Her gentle, neutral voice always echoed with a distant, lingering sound after it faded, giving the enormous woman, who seemed both far away and close at hand, a mysterious divinity.

"...This is really hurtful, Miss, this is quite a hassle..."

Seeing the "■■■" indicates an even more unavoidable situation compared to the real "■■■". Alastor originally wanted to extract more information, after all, he couldn't see this huge anomaly all the time...

But soon, he suddenly felt as if he could hear the singing of that little princess from hell.

This froze the entire city of Broadcast Demon in place—until he felt a pair of hands gently push him away.

However, the force of those hands was quickly replaced by a force that was almost like driving them away.

……

"Please... forgive my selfishness."

……

As he was about to leave "another world," a low, mournful voice, like a mother's sigh, fell.

Fortunately, Alastor heard the cryptic words before he was ejected.

With a rustling sound like feathers rubbing together, the male demon, who had easily dealt with the situation, gracefully turned in the air and then landed as lightly as a wild deer in a mountain stream.

Wendigo's toes touched the ground first, and he swung his arms like a conductor before slowly regaining his balance.

The red devil instinctively wanted to turn his head to look at the huge woman, but there was nothing in his sight.

The boundless sky and water disappeared—he seemed to have been teleported back to his room.

……

...Hmph, what a convenient ability.

Thinking this, Alastor walked with droopy eyelids to the familiar wall and quietly stared at the unremarkable wall in front of him.

But at this time, apart from the wallpaper in the inn, there didn't seem to be anything special there.

Xia Li's singing upstairs seems to have ended.

The broadcasting demon, with its head tilted to the side, pricked up its ears to capture everything happening outside the boundary.

Somewhat reluctantly, he reached out and touched the old wall in front of him, but apart from the damp, curled wallpaper, there was nothing else of interest for him to see.

Incredibly boring.

"..."

Having gained nothing, Wendigo frowned, then turned into a shadow and sank into the ground.