Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 22 Wendigo, but like a deer, like a bird, and like a cat.

After finishing your speech, you gave Panxius a smile that was a little speechless but not so much mocking.

Hearing you say that, Pantheon, clearly frightened, nodded frantically at you like some kind of startled little animal.

"……very good."

Unaware that you were now exactly like the demon from the previous broadcast, you smiled with satisfaction.

Perhaps feeling that he had achieved his goal, the Eastern Sinner, who had returned to his previous indifferent demeanor, put his hands behind his back and his tone gradually returned to its previous calm.

"I believe our conflict has been resolved, right?"

To confirm your suspicions, just to be on the safe side, you took one last look at the newlyweds in front of you at the hotel.

When you look at him, Pantheon seems to feel like you're still threatening him, and he immediately nods frantically, as if he's about to cry.

"...Alright! Alright, that's enough. Sir Pantheon meant no harm, uh... I mean..."

Seeing that your self-explanation and the atmosphere were a bit strange, Shirley quickly stepped in to smooth things over between you and Pantheon.

Clearly, the hotel manager and their head chef weren't exactly friendly to the new sinner... but Shirley hadn't expected that ■■■ could be even more terrifying than the (just now) broadcast demon without getting angry.

In Shirley's eyes, ■■■ was always kind to her and Vicky, and she had never said anything too harsh to Angel. But since Alastor and Pancius arrived at the inn, she had seen ■■■ show this unfamiliar expression twice in a row.

...She was worried that ■■■ wouldn't be able to stand the current state of the inn and would suddenly ask to leave one day.

Shirley gave you a slightly flustered look, like a puppy that had made a mistake, but unfortunately you didn't see it.

The little princess of hell clearly has no idea that you're planning to rot in the hell inn.

"As long as you don't go too far, I can guarantee that I am the most harmless person in the hotel."

Focused solely on solving the inn's problems and seemingly uninterested in anything else, you took a step back and added, picking up where Shirley left off, "If there's anything you want to eat, you can write it on a sticky note in the fridge—"

As if thinking of something, you paused again.

"Of course, you can also do what the person next to me is like... come directly into the kitchen and tell me what you want to eat."

As you said that, the broadcast demon, who had been lazily staring elsewhere since the beginning, suddenly turned his eyes and glanced at you.

He stood in the shadows of the hotel without saying a word, seemingly lost in thought.

"And, since there's almost nothing I can't get my hands on, you can just ask for whatever you want."

You completely ignored him and then added this sentence.

"You don't need to worry. In fact, I liked snakes even when I was alive, so even if there was a possibility, I probably wouldn't be able to bear eating you."

To make amends for your earlier behavior, you glanced at Sir Pantheon, who looked weak, pitiful, and helpless.

Shirley next to you gestured to you, meaning you don't need to say anything more.

Upon noticing Shirley's gesture, you immediately pursed your lips and obediently remained silent.

You didn't notice the probing look Alastor gave you as you said those words, because all your attention was on Pantheon and Shirley in front of you.

Perhaps it was because the serpentine sinner in front of you actually showed a look of fear, that for a moment you felt he was like a cowardly lizard.

Although he looks loud, fierce, and scary, who would know that this sinner who was scared by you and almost ran away was once beaten so badly by Alastor that he had to play two resurrection matches?

She's such a pitiful little thing, I don't know what to say about her.

You were clearly unaware of how frightening you had just been, and your attitude changed extremely quickly. You even felt good about yourself, but Pantheon seemed to be a little scared.

After realizing that you didn't seem to pose any real threat, out of politeness, the snake-like sinner stammered a "thank you" in his slightly accented tone.

Seeing his expression, you nodded in satisfaction again, watching Shirley and Pantheon leave.

"So, dear Miss Chef, may I know what we'll be having for dinner tonight?"

Just as Shirley was hurriedly leading Pantheon away from you two unruly, temperamental, and particularly hypocritical red and white duo, Alastor suddenly leaned down and put his head close to you, asking this question.

Even the crimson Wendigo isn't entirely elegant... like it is now.

Even though you know someone has a habit of having unpredictable outbursts of madness, Alastor's comical and exaggerated physical movements still almost made you instinctively take a step back.

The atmosphere was already strange, and now, with his smiling face, the sinner lord in front of you inexplicably reminded you of a somewhat eerie animated character from an old foreign television set from the last century.

You stare blankly at the broadcasting demon in front of you, whose smile is practically reaching his temples, your mind filled with the thought, "This guy just tripped you up, but you don't hit a smiling face."

The hissing sound that only comes out of the radio devil's throat when the radio station is on an empty frequency.

Although he had ill intentions just now, and even wanted to have some fun with you.

But at least he looks quite obedient now. Alastor's eyes are slightly narrowed, and the red head, which looks like an ear, twitches slightly.

This made him, already elegant, look like a lazy cat, seemingly waiting for your answer.

Faced with a question that seemed perfectly ordinary to the demon, you remained silent for a long time before sighing and saying somewhat reluctantly, "The main course is a secret, and the ingredients are women. As for the special meal, if all goes well, I'd like to try frying spring rolls from my hometown for you. I'll change the filling to minced meat... The one you said tasted good the other day still has some left."

"...Fantastic!"

Alastor, who acted as if nothing had happened, even widened his eyes. You could see that his red hair seemed to swell up for a moment, looking like a bird's feathers fluffy with pleasure and comfort.

After receiving your satisfactory reply, the broadcasting demon straightened up, sounding pleased.

"So what exactly do you mean by 'smoothly'? Is there anything I can help you with?"

The male demon, who is so enthusiastic and normal about eating that he's almost like a human, tilts his head and looks at you, appearing somewhat cute.

"...meaning I don't want you to eat one right next to me after I've finished frying one spring roll, and then you've finished eating it by the time I've finished frying it."

Unfortunately, you weren't buying it, and you looked back with a wry smile.

"Oh, so that's what you mean. What a pity, I can't guarantee that."

"..."