Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 171 Please stop talking about my embarrassing moments, okay? Okay. - S01E06

"Fizroly! The best clown! The star and pride of the little devils!"

"But didn't he announce his relationship with *Desire Ring Master a while ago?"

"Yeah! He even fell out with that Mammon guy over it!"

"That's amazing! But didn't everyone already guess that he and that rooster were having an affair?"

"They've always made it very obvious, haven't we? Didn't someone photograph them being inseparable all the time?"

"But I thought Asmodeus, Fitzroy, and Mammon were in a love triangle!"

"Oh, by the way, ■■■! Fitzroy had the messenger pass on a message saying that he and his boyfriend really miss your sandwiches!"

……

"Hmph... sandwiches? I didn't know you used to work part-time doing that?"

Just as you finished reading the letter, Alastor's eerie voice suddenly reached your ears.

Thus, the dragon girl, who had been keeping her eyes closed and seemed to be immersed in some kind of "matter," paused very noticeably.

Forgive my bluntness, but FitzRolly must have sent you hundreds of letters.

The Little Devil was written almost from the day you disappeared.

You can even imagine the scene after he learns that your apartment building has been burned down and tries to contact the Yaki family.

FitzRobbie first expressed his concern for you because your apartment was destroyed by a "mysterious" fire.

After learning from Cynthia that you were not dead but forced to move, the little guy seemed relieved in the letter.

Even though you didn't reply to him, he'll still keep complaining in his mind about meeting someone he used to hate.

He resigned from his job and bravely announced his relationship with his lover.

Then, he finally tells you the shocking secret that you had already learned through your soul's information, which you were forced to know unintentionally...

FitzRolly's detailed and heartfelt letter, in a way, aggravated your guilty conscience.

But the little devil's life is full of ups and downs, a real-life romantic comedy.

While you're still silent because the demon Fitzroy hates the most is actually a foul-mouthed king you know named "Billitz".

The loud, square yet strangely sarcastic voice of the radio demon pierced your mind, like something hitting you with a perfectly timed blow.

It felt like a damp ghost breathing in your ear, making you feel uncomfortable and giving you goosebumps.

"What's so surprising about making sandwiches part-time?"

You frowned and, amidst the lively gossip of the little devil cubs, moved a little further away from Alastor with a hint of disdain.

"I was picked up by Lady Shilona when I was penniless, so isn't it normal for me to do some work in the bakery?"

The Dragon Girl looked at the red devil, who seemed to have a deeper meaning, with an expression of matter-of-factness.

This wasn't the first time the Eastern Sinner had uttered such incongruous statements, so Alastor felt he'd grown somewhat accustomed to it.

But the feeling of not understanding probably made him somewhat unhappy.

"To be honest, Mrs. Shilona's bakery became popular thanks to Fitz... but before that, I did other things to make a living."

Under the unsettling, nonchalant gaze of the sinner lord, you carefully folded the opened envelope and tucked it into your sleeve.

"Like assassins, mercenaries?" Alastor chimed in without any sense of boundaries.

you:"……"

You're sure you just experienced a brief moment of darkness.

"...She's the freelance nanny from Little Devil Castle!"

The Eastern sinner, whose lips were visibly twitching, frowned deeply and then glanced at Wendigo beside him with an incomprehensible expression.

"I know you're a demon, but can't you sometimes use your normal side to think about what I've done?"

"...Oh! So can I take that to mean you're actually expecting a devil to imagine things you've never seen, darling?"

Seeing that you couldn't hold back and actually seemed to be in a pretty good mood, Alastor immediately became interested.

As he spoke these words with great enthusiasm, he leaned back on the sofa and arrogantly waved his hand in the air.

Like a conductor standing on stage, speaking with ease and confidence.

You: "..." It just feels annoying.

"...Well, I suppose you'll never see the scene you want to see in your lifetime."

"After all, before I went astray, I met Shirley, then moved to the Happy Hotel and became the chef you see now."

The Eastern Sinner pouted in annoyance and glared at the male demon in front of him who was always so nasty.

"Hmph, what a pity."

"Alastor, those two words of yours are as repulsive as finding a rotten apple in a pool of water..."

"Speaking of which, when we first met ■■■, she couldn't even control her own tail!"

Just as the Dragon Girl was trying to retort with a forced smile, the Imp Lady, who seemed to have already finished washing the dishes, emerged from the kitchen while wiping her hands.

She gave Alastor a meaningful look, like a girlfriend gossiping with her friends.

The sinner lord stared wide-eyed in bewilderment at the strange look in his eyes.

But soon, to avoid looking flustered, Wendigo pretended to understand everything and threw a signature wink at Lady Imp.

"...Lady Shilona, ​​this is probably not an interesting topic, is it?"

The Eastern sinner, whose words always contained sophisticated vocabulary like a broadcasting demon, tried to stop him with a stern face.

Perhaps because it was an embarrassing incident from her past, even her ears drooped down quite a bit.

"Oh! How could that be? It's so cute!"

Thinking you were feeling shy and guilty about it, Cynthia waved at you casually, then very naturally sat down on the single sofa where Alastor was.

Oh, that's great. The Broadcast Demon is such a charming and shrewish devil when it comes to winning over women.

You look at the sinner lord, who is lounging elegantly on the sofa with his legs crossed, and your tail swishes unhappily behind you.

The devil, who would never miss such an opportunity to provoke, quickly noticed your gaze.

He slowly raised his head, declaring his "victory" with a languid and elegant posture.

'...You'll beat him up someday.'

One day!

You stared blankly at Alastor, the veins on the back of your right hand bulging unmistakably.

"The sinner lord from the central city of Arrogance... Oh, hahahahaha! I remember you were a colleague of ■■■, am I right?"

(“Hey! Mom! Watch this!”)

The little devil's mother, who seemed to be laughing heartily, caught Jamie, who was attacking her, with her hand as she said this.

She easily deflected her son's knife attack and then casually tossed him to Mr. Yaki, who had just come out of the kitchen.

“...Oh! But I must correct a very important point—that is, my relationship with the beautiful chef is not just that of colleagues, madam.”

Alastor, whose posture hadn't changed from beginning to end and who only followed the little devils' movements with his red eyes, suddenly added in a flippant tone.

"Besides being colleagues at the inn, we're also inseparable partners...! What do you say, darling?"

Alastor asked you this question with a smooth, almost twisting head motion, his tone both impassioned and eerie.