Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 14 Girls, I love them so much!

That's because you don't know me well enough.

After hearing Hesk's speech, Alastor turned his eyes to the big cat sinner sitting to the side, "Of course, if you want to know more, I don't mind."

Having been provoked again, the chilling sinner lord looked up at Hesk beside him with an air of superiority.

As the antlers on his head spread, a crackling sound of electricity emanated from his ever-widening grin.

"..."

It's clear that Hesker, who seemed to want to say something but held back, probably still had something to say.

However, under pressure from Alastor's threat, the big cat sinner, looking grim, quietly distanced himself from the unpredictable Wendigo. He drooped his wings and seemed to be in a bad mood.

Seeing that Hesker didn't continue speaking, the Broadcast Demon turned his head with satisfaction and looked at his fingernails.

His demeanor was elegant and relaxed, showing no awareness whatsoever of the threat he had just posed to the demon.

"..."

"Uh... about what you said before, the wine of the human world."

Feeling a bit sorry for Hesker, who was being treated like a slave and a doormat, you stood behind the sofa and, unable to bear it any longer, spoke up to help him out.

"I managed to get my hands on some strong vodka, and some baijiu from my hometown. If you need any more, I'll bring them to you in a couple of days."

After you spoke up, Hesk, with an unpleasant expression, frowned and looked you over suspiciously for a few seconds.

After realizing that you had stopped saying anything sarcastic and had become unusually quiet, Hesk, who finally realized that you might be comforting him, gave you a surprised look.

"...Thanks, damn it. Maybe that naive girl was right. Right now, you're the only one in this inn who's come back to life as a foreign statue and has a real chance of going to heaven."

Perhaps because it was related to alcohol, the big cat, who always had a sour face, stared at you for a while before finally revealing a rather frightening smile.

If he hadn't gotten a sense of your temperament and behavior over the past week, he would have already begun to suspect that you also had designs on his soul.

you:.

"Although his face always looks like he has necrosis, only this guy would get you a bunch of hellish contraband when he's in a good mood."

Angel, sitting on the floor, commented on the drink he had taken from the bar, holding a bottle of liquor in his hand.

"Oh, and if you manage to find anything good, don't forget me, little kitty! Aww~"

The Spider Sinner, clearly flirting, gave Hesk a textbook-perfect wink.

Looking at Angel in front of him, Hesker, already in a precarious situation with enemies on all sides, felt his already bad mood worsened.

He grimaced and leaned towards you, who seemed to be the safest direction at that moment, but unfortunately, the back of the sofa blocked his movement.

The big cat sinner was stuck to the sofa like a moth specimen, looking incredibly pitiful.

"I didn't expect there to be a deal between the two of you. That's quite surprising."

Having regained his former gentlemanly demeanor, Alastor had somehow turned his gaze to you.

His eyes were upturned, and the one-way mirror in his right eye reflected the hotel lights, making it difficult to discern the emotions in his eyes.

"I thought the cautious young lady chef wouldn't make deals with anyone."

He said this in a very lighthearted tone.

"..."

"This can't be considered a deal. I've already said I'm a chef. If any sinner in Hell's Inn has a stomach in need, I'll go to any place in the sky, even if it's just to find a star, to try and find one."

In response to Alastor's remarks, you put your hands behind your back and replied in a nonchalant tone.

"Otherwise, how could I dare say I'm more professional than the Gluttony Ring? Don't you think so, Alastor?"

You looked at the broadcasting demon and gave him a somewhat eerie smile.

You don't think I picked up the meat you were eating from somewhere, do you?

That's what you actually wanted to say.

"Hmph~ No doubt about it."

The sinner lord, who had been benefiting ever since he told you his preferences, shifted his position and leaned back in his chair.

When you notice the other person doing this, the red part on the top of their head, which looks like an ear, tilts slightly downwards, making it look like the ears of an Alastor deer drooping to one side.

He propped his head up with the back of his hand and let out a rising syllable, then cast an elegant yet arrogant glance at you.

But in your eyes, the radio demon leaning against the sofa suddenly seemed a little more charming.

Your gaze unconsciously swept over his excessively slender waist, finally settling on his smile, which seemed to carry a hint of invitation at this moment.

Feeling your Dao heart wavering, your face immediately tightened.

"..."

"Damn, are you two flirting...?"

Before Angel, who was spouting nonsense, uttered those words with a complicated expression, you not only expressionlessly wrapped your tail around his mouth, but also noticed that Alastor's body stiffened for a moment.

After the beautiful and very "experienced" little spider almost finished saying that sentence, you and a certain asexual person showed a striking similarity.

There was no longer any communication between the two of you. One of you smiled blankly at Shirley Vicky as she walked towards you, while the other returned to being that seemingly emotionless statue.

“It’s amazing.”

Hesk, who was pleased by Alastor's reaction, muttered something under his breath.

Alastor, who was looking for a place to vent his anger, immediately turned and gave Hesk a dangerous look after hearing this.

Fortunately, Shirley and Vicky happened to walk in from the doorway at that moment, otherwise you might think Hesker would have been in serious trouble again.

You turn your gaze to Shirley, who is walking towards you dejectedly.

“Ugh…■■■…”

Before you could react, the blonde woman, her voice sounding slightly tired, collapsed into your arms as she got close.

There aren't many people who can act cute like a princess from hell, and you happen to be one of them.

You casually reach out and catch the tall, thin, blonde girl in front of you, then use your free right hand to stroke her soft, golden hair.

The royal family members' blonde hair was absolutely gorgeous—it was a beautiful orange-gold color.

You once took Shirley's hair out to observe it in the sunlight; the little princess of hell's hair became almost transparent under the sun's rays.

Have you ever imagined that if Shirley herself stood in the sunlight, she would definitely be a beautiful woman with a radiant smile that could heal everything?

"Alright, alright... Shirley, you're home now."

You reach out and touch Shirley, who looks like a big golden dog.

She made soft, whimpering sounds in your arms, then wrapped her arms tightly around your waist as if being spoiled. You vaguely heard her say something, but you couldn't quite make it out.

At this point, you glanced at Vicky, who stood to the side with her arms crossed and a helpless expression on her face.

Taking advantage of her inattention, you rolled your eyes and then pulled her into your arms as well.

Vicky, caught off guard by your sudden embrace, froze for a moment, but quickly recovered and hugged you back.

You gently pressed the two exhausted female demons' heads against your shoulders and softened your voice, saying, "You two have really worked hard today. How about I treat you to something nice tonight?"

Shirley and Vicky were both warm and cozy, while you were always surprisingly cold. You couldn't help but reach out and rub their heads together.

Because you got to hug a big dog and cat that are always hardworking and enthusiastic. You squinted your eyes contentedly and let out a few soft laughs.

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The old acquaintance's white robe billowed slightly with his movements, like white wings expanding in the wind.

Unlike the foul and indescribable smell of hell.

Aside from the normal aroma of food that wafts from the kitchen, the mysterious sinner from the East always carries the scent of the sea and vegetation.

It has a crisp floral scent when you first smell it, which then turns into a very faint salty taste at the end.

When Shirley was thrown out by that bastard angel, she suddenly had a strong urge to meet ■■■, to meet this mysterious sinner who was always incredibly reliable, no matter how long it had been, and who was always quiet and silent.

From the moment he started pursuing his ideals to being ruthlessly kicked out of the meeting room, he knew he couldn't show too much negative emotion, but he couldn't help but close his eyes, hug the willful Xia Li, and sigh.

Unlike her feelings for Vicky, for Shirley, who was always struggling towards her distant goal, the person who stayed by her side was more like an older, reliable sister.

Although she didn't spend much time in hell, because she was so reliable and had a calm and even personality, Shirley would occasionally seek her help when she was troubled or had conflicts with Vicky.

■■■Just like Shirley's eternal and safe haven.

She can bring all the people she likes to live here, and listen to someone who is even more reliable than her father to soothe all her anxieties.

When she needed this person, he just stood there smiling at her, not going anywhere...

Just when Shirley finally felt some peace in her heart, the smiling demon standing there suddenly turned into Alastor.

Shirley: "..."