Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 187 The Weak Die - S01E06

"so……"

"Looks like we're going to die here."

Perhaps because she hadn't said anything nice, the disheveled female demon pretended to be nonchalant and shifted her gaze away.

To be honest, she also felt that the new topic she brought up before she died was actually quite stupid.

And she could hardly believe it, even as she started using her usual teasing tone again.

Christina really wanted to slap herself.

Damn it, that laugh sounds worse than crying.

What a shame.

And now she's finally willing to admit it... well, Fast! Her teasing tone certainly doesn't sound funny at all!

The tone was completely useless except for making her seem like a damn good-for-nothing!

'...Oh, haha! But at least this time she can experience what it feels like to be burned to death with ■■■, right?'

Christina, whose mind was already wandering, hugged the sinner from the East tightly in her arms, thinking this in a daze.

...Wait a minute, where did the bone Fast gave her go? Was it his soul projection?

She's not going to drag that unlucky guy Fast down with her, is she?

……

Oh, wow! I never thought I'd be such a useless, worthless piece of trash until the very end.

"Do you regret it?"

Just then, the Eastern Sinner, who hadn't completely fallen silent with her, suddenly spoke up and asked her this question.

But upon hearing this indecisive question, Christina felt as if something small inside her had suddenly shattered.

—It was like her last shred of dignity and her already broken heart.

"shut your mouth!"

Actually, she didn't want to rush in, but instead, the silver-haired female demon, speaking in such a tone, shouted at the woman in her arms amidst the raging fire.

She looks really beautiful today... or rather, she's always been this beautiful.

Christina had never been to school; she only knew that the Dragon Girl was generally from the East. She also didn't recognize what the wide-sleeved robe she was wearing was...

But the silver-haired witch always felt that ■■■ resembled a tall, slender, and charming foreign princess.

Yet she occasionally appears handsome and dashing, polite and courteous, but lacks the annoying aloofness of a true gentleman.

Christina loved the way her clothes fluttered in the wind.

Like a butterfly dancing freely in the air, she was so beautiful that she could stand forever in a stinking ditch or in the shadows and watch.

With just a glance from afar, she could feel the happiness she found difficult to express yet yearned for most—

But she had no choice but to treat him this way.

Even though she herself didn't understand why she did it.

Perhaps this is why all the demons in hell speak ill of each other and wish they could kill each other immediately?

...Because demons are inherently disdainful of beautiful emotions, arrogant and even disgusted by them?

"And what about you! I admit I lied to you back then!"

Christina, her eyes gleaming, roared wildly as she tried to sort out her muddled mind.

"Uh...you mean?" The Eastern Sinner, clearly not understanding what the silver-haired demoness was saying, stared wide-eyed in astonishment.

She nestled in Christina's arms, gently gesturing towards her like some bewildered little animal.

"I'm so sorry! Okay?!"

With tears seemingly welling up in her eyes, the silver-haired female demon hysterically roared at the sinner from the east.

Even though her tone was harsh, she kept the dragon girl in her arms tightly with her hands and body, as if afraid that the flames around her would burn her.

"Everything! ...The fact that I cheated you out of money! I cursed you! I did everything I could to slander you behind your back!"

“■■■……I hate you so much!”

"I hate you so much I wish I could kill you a thousand times over!"

"I hate that you've appeared in my life!"

"But I don't want your apology at all!"

"I...I just..."

……

She wanted to apologize.

……

I want to see you again.

I want to see you.

Just like her mother whom she had never met.

Because she had been wanting to ask her some questions.

because of her……

……

Do you regret it? ■■■?

"As for getting to know someone like me..."

"Regarding the fact that I've come to know a useless piece of trash?"

The silver-haired female demon, with her perpetually sour face, questioned the sinner from the East in her arms.

"I know that someone like you must know big shots like Radio Demon and 3V!"

"but……"

"Why should I regret knowing you?" the Eastern Sinner suddenly interrupted Christina.

The immediate and thoughtless reply stunned Christina, who was already furious.

The silver-haired sinner, who hadn't received the reply he wanted, stared wide-eyed and opened his mouth in bewilderment.

The dragon girl's matter-of-fact response made her feel as if a wad of cotton was stuffed in her throat and her cheek had been punched hard, causing her great discomfort.

'But she's already shown her all her ugliness, hasn't she?'

She thought this in despair.

"...But we're about to die now, what's the point of saying all this?"

Christina, who was always so irritable that she seemed ready to punch the entire Earth or hell at any moment, lowered her head and asked this question aimlessly in a tearful voice.

"Mmm." ■■■ responded softly.

"This place is absolutely rotten."

"What I mean is... life is awful, okay?"

"Everyone is pushing you to jump into the oil fryer, and a bunch of naked bastards are laughing at you all around."

"Like a clown in a circus who slept with the ringmaster's daughter and then got fired!"

"Hell is nothing but a human world ruled by a bunch of losers and another powerful bunch of bastards!"

"..."

……

The silver-haired female demon spoke like a child venting their pent-up frustrations.

She tightened her grip on her fingers, staring intently at ■■■.

It was as if he wanted to etch everything about the Dragon Girl into his mind, until her entire life was covered in blood.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

...but she didn't cry.

The silver-haired demoness stubbornly wiped away the tears in her eyes with her shoulder.

Blood seeped from the damaged, fragile corner of her eye; it mingled with Christina's tears, smearing her heavy eye makeup.

"Haha...the world is rotten."

“Going to hell is what I deserve.”

Amidst the excruciating pain of burns, Christina forced a smile that looked more like a grimace at ■■■.

"But I think you shouldn't die here at least."

"Hey, you know what? ■■■, I've always felt like my life is meaningless."

"Whether before or after death."

"Of course, I don't actually want to die either."

"But suddenly I felt..."

"If I could give my life for yours."

"This will probably be the most meaningful thing I've ever done in my life, right?"

The thief, clinging to life, looked at the sinner from the East in his arms, a hint of hope in his voice.

There is the fear of death and the longing for life felt by insignificant individuals...

There's also the demon's bewilderment at choosing whom to "sacrifice" himself for.

"You know what, [illegible]... I thought you were dead! You son of a bitch!"

Christina, as if she were about to die, uttered this curse in what she thought was a humorous way.

But just like every time she saw him, he stood there dumbfounded, as if he was thinking about something trivial.

But this familiar silence reassured her.

"Hey, I've always been curious why you always act so nonchalant?"

Christina used all her strength to dodge the last piece of the falling ceiling, and then, feigning ease and sounding exhausted, asked the Eastern sinner she had been protecting so well.

"...So how should I behave?" ■■■ asked out of the blue.

But Christina could no longer blame the dragon girl for her nonchalant attitude.

Because she suddenly felt that if things could continue to be this easy, perhaps she could die with some dignity.

"Can't you act even a little bit happier if I'm taking you out?"

Christina muttered this as if complaining.

"why?"

"Because I want to do this... Were you even listening to me just now?"

Seeing the question, Christina, who was already asking it, couldn't help but raise her voice a little.

She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she had a feeling that the dragon girl in her arms was mischievously trying to get information out of her...

But she shouldn't be that kind of demon, right?

And who is she trying to get information out of her?

"Because I'm going to risk my life."

"In exchange for even the slightest chance that you can leave here alive."

As if to emphasize something, or as if to speak to herself, Christina firmly uttered these two sentences.

But strangely, she didn't receive a reply from ■■■, who was always so out of touch with reality...

She was met only with a series of low laughs.