Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 140 The Inn Chef's Melancholy - S01E06

It's been some time since you accidentally turned into a black dragon and demolished most of the Hell Inn.

Just as you imagined while you were still in exile, the aftermath of this matter was indeed as long and tedious as an old woman's foot bindings...

Although you've never suffered such severe injuries since going to hell, with your cheat-like power, your body actually recovered almost completely that same day.

Afterwards, you even made a point of setting aside time to have a brief chat with Shirley's father.

However, to your surprise... if we take "meaning" as the premise, Lucifer didn't tell you much else.

The childlike King of Hell only asked you a few questions as a formality, and most of the time you were just answering questions that only a child would ask.

For example, what can you do, can you breathe fire or water, and do you need to sleep, etc...

After you calmly and patiently answered Lucifer's question, he simply hugged Shirley and then teleported away, completely satisfied.

...Although Lucifer's flow state still looks terrible, you still feel that everything is going so well that it's unbelievable.

However, although you initially thought Lucifer was the most difficult task for you...

However, the trouble you caused after becoming a dragon was more than you imagined.

For example, you have to clean up the scales you've scattered around the inn before Lucifer's shielding magic wears off.

If a sinner were to carelessly pick up one of your scales that you left outside, then things would be in serious trouble...

For example, you have to help Alastor and Pantheon repair the buildings and vehicles that you destroyed.

Examples include the radio hut that stood out conspicuously outside the inn, and Sir Pensius's airship.

You are well aware of the extent of the disaster you would cause if you reverted to your original form.

But seeing the inn that you've almost completely destroyed, you still have a bit of a headache...

"Uh...■■■? Are you listening to me?"

"……Um?"

You look at Shirley, who is standing in front of you with a puzzled expression and is waving her hand in front of you.

Even after you understood what the other person meant, you sighed silently and then nodded somewhat helplessly.

Whether before or after your resurrection, you are slightly taller than Shirley.

After merging with His power, your resistance to the pain of having your soul torn apart seems to have increased.

Although you can't immediately change the expressionless face you're forced to maintain due to pain, you'll still try to soften your expression as much as possible when facing Shirley.

When a blonde looks at you, it's like a little golden puppy giving it its all.

Although her wish is still somewhat immature and naive, you will still be filled with patience and doting affection for her because she saved you...

Of course, you're still helpless against Shirley's "lectures" that you can't escape even when you're making breakfast in the kitchen.

With her hands clasped in front of her, the obedient-looking dragon girl stood before the Hell Princess, secretly thinking this.

In the pink-toned kitchen of the Hell Inn, the steam from the stew pot enveloped the faces of the two female demons.

The huge windows in the kitchen reflected the arrogant, blood-red light of the sky.

The gentle aroma of the food and the bubbling broth dissolved the sound of cars screeching to a halt on the road, leaving only the voices of the two girls echoing in the kitchen.

"Okay...okay...I know you're spacing out again."

Perhaps because she saw the dragon girl's expression filled with almost gentle and loving kindness, Shirley's impatience dissipated out of helplessness, and she let out a long sigh.

After waving her hand, she clasped her hands together and asked in a pleading tone with an expectant look on her face, "But... no matter what... you should still talk to Alastor about this, right?"

Like a Disney princess, Shirley's expressions and body language are very rich.

This contrasted sharply with the calm expression of the dragon girl standing opposite her.

“What I mean is… well, after all, it was Alastor who saved you, and none of us lied!”

……

……well.

Looking into Xia Li's sincere eyes, you were momentarily speechless.

After you woke up, everyone more or less explicitly or implicitly said that your recovery was thanks to Alastor.

But rather than believing that Alastor saved you, you'd rather believe your memories from before you woke up...

After all, in your memory, you found the exit and left only after hearing Shirley's singing. And this reason is clearly more in line with the logic of what happened.

Does anyone believe that Alastor would venture alone into an unknown and dangerous place?

You definitely won't believe it.

But looking at the reactions of everyone in the inn and even the King of Hell, you realize that even if Alastor is incredibly capable, he wouldn't be so exaggerated as to be able to brainwash Lucifer...

However, it is an undeniable fact that you have no memory of Alastor after falling into a coma.

...But why did things turn out this way?

In the days since you woke up, Alastor has been away from the inn, which has prevented you from having a chance to ask him about this matter.

There's something about it that you find hard to talk about: the radio demon saving you.

In particular, the fact that Alastor didn't take advantage of your misfortune or kick you while you were down is something you find hard to believe.

After you woke up, Alastor never mentioned that he had saved you. Instead, everyone around you was more or less implying that you should express your gratitude to Alastor.

This abnormal state has caused you, who are usually extremely cautious about everything in hell, to remain skeptical.

But perhaps because Alastor had been away for the past few days, Shirley, thinking that you and he had quarreled because of it, would subtly or overtly hint that you should go find Alastor and apologize to him whenever she had free time, and she sang countless songs about it.

Although Shirley is a lovely child and sings beautifully... you don't even have any memories of Alastor after your suffering! And you're already overwhelmed by it!

You never want to live like that again, where you're cooking and a royal golden head pops up and drags your lover into singing to you!

……

Perhaps because your reaction was so bland, Xia Li, who is usually very talkative, looked miserable and almost started singing to you again.

Seeing that the other party was about to sing, you immediately used your icy hands to gently lift Xia Li's head, and said with a faint smile, trying to cover up the truth, "I know, I know, my dear little princess, I will go... um, to talk to him."

"Besides, aren't you going to heaven soon? Why do you still remember this before you leave?"

The dragon girl gently squinted her eyes, hinting that Shirley had more important things to do.

She was pleased that she had successfully diverted the little princess's attention.

The Eastern Sinner's warm fingertips gently brushed against the corner of the Hell Princess's eye.

The girl's eyes sparkled with curiosity and excitement, making the Dragon Girl burst out laughing.

Although being dragged by Shirley to apologize to Alastor was a bit of an awkward situation, today was indeed a good day—

Because Lucifer really managed to secure an opportunity for Shirley to communicate with Heaven.

It's a good thing that the relationship between the King of Hell and the Princess of Hell has thawed.

...It's a good thing that Shirley's plan is progressing.

You exhale, feeling a mix of joy and sorrow.

"...My dear, although I won't go to Heaven with you, I still want to remind you—when you're in Heaven chatting with the angels, you must remember your position. No matter what happens, don't try to prove yourself."

Worried that the young and naive Shirley might be bullied in heaven, you deliberately changed the subject by gently tucking the blonde hair behind her ear and speaking solemnly.

"Oh... I am indeed a little nervous about this..."

When you brought this up, Shirley was taken aback at first, and then looked away somewhat embarrassed and uneasy.

“It’s not that I don’t want you to go. I wanted to ask Vicky and [your name] to come with me, but…”

The blonde woman's hand made a weak gesture over your body—

You recognized it as the shape of chains.