binnovel Chapter 244 This is basically a "Dragon's Ice Cave" - S01E07
Chapter 244 This is basically a "Dragon's Ice Cave" - S01E07
He couldn't understand why Alastor, who clearly didn't like ■■■ that much, still enjoyed the behavior of openly and secretly "harassing" ■■■; just like after meeting ■■■, this scoundrel pimp only cared about finding pleasure from ■■■, a demon.
Angel Dester admits he's a rotten person, and an incurable, glamorous porn star—he's even impulsively willing to sell his soul to a seemingly charming but terrifying sinner lord for the sake of his intoxicating hormones!
Even someone like him will cherish and tolerate the frantic efforts of things he cares about and has a fondness for.
……
……
But Alastor seemed completely unconcerned about all of this.
Even for ■■■.
……
So what the hell is this guy thinking?
He clearly doesn't like her and would rather hurt her, yet he still pretends to care; but if he does like her, why does he act like this...?
Ok.
Angel's thoughts paused for a moment.
The spider sinner, with a suspicious expression, raised one eyebrow, then looked the broadcast demon in front of him up and down without any scruples.
'But this guy can't be gay, right? Or does he want to become best friends with [redacted]?'
'But if that's really the case, then he would have struck out within a week of arriving at the inn!'
Angel wanted to completely deny the possibility that Alastor's sexual orientation was 'boys'.
After all, in his eyes, Alastor was more like an abnormal straight man who had no sense of boundaries.
Perhaps because the era he lived in was too repressive, and he himself lived an overly refined life and especially liked to hang out with girls, he was eventually perceived as a "fucking sissy."
The radio demon's chauvinism wasn't so obvious, almost nonexistent; but he was certainly traditional, and had a dull and destructive old-fashioned air about him.
When he's really bored, the sinner lord will often show disgust and make solemn vows to launch eloquent and sarcastic attacks against some rude men...
He's practically a narcissist who lives on stage all the time.
However, before this happened, Angel thought that Alastor might have some feelings for ■■■.
But after what happened today, he thought that this guy probably just thought that ■■■ could add more luster to his carefully crafted stage life.
After experiencing all of this today, [the person in question] should remember to stay away from this guy, right? After all, they've already been so heartbroken.
When Alastor, feeling a chill run down his spine from being stared at, quietly moved to stand on the other side of Hesk, Angel rolled his eyes and secretly gave him the middle finger, a gesture of disdain.
He crossed one arm over his chest and put the other on his hip, looking at Shirley, who was pacing around in circles with her head in her hands, with a hint of impatience: "So what? What are we supposed to do now? Are we just going to stand here and watch?"
"...Shh!"
Out of concern for her lover's mental state, Vicky, who had been silent the whole time, frowned and then nudged the tall, noisy male demon who was the only one making a fuss.
"Hey! It's not my fault you were an exorcist angel before you went to hell! And it's not my fault you've completely messed things up now! Instead of telling me to shut up, why don't you spend more time figuring out what exactly happened?"
Seeing Vicky look at her lover with a hesitant expression after she finished hitting him, Angel, who was also angry at the moment, widened his eyes and then complained in his characteristic high-pitched voice.
"Why don't we guess first, what caused ■■■ to become this horrible, is it Alastor or..."
“…Angel! Now is not the time for arguing!”
Seeing that the Spider Sinner seemed intent on escalating the situation, Vicky, who appeared to be deliberately avoiding Shirley's gaze, stood behind Hesker, glaring angrily at him, gritting her teeth and pointing a finger at his chin, "Can you stop stirring things up here?"
"..."
Perhaps because he saw Vicky's white hair standing on end and her face looking really bad, the Spider Sinner, who wasn't so convinced, crossed his arms, turned his head away, and remained silent.
Perhaps earlier, the demons in the inn could still view the situation rationally, but after learning that a great purge was imminent, and that their most capable chef had seemingly broken ties with a certain sinner lord and the princess of hell...
However, Angel felt unhappy, probably because of the unstable atmosphere emanating from him.
First, Shirley's negotiations with Heaven broke down, and now three demons at the inn who were originally on good terms have fallen out... You know, in a movie, this would be a sign of total annihilation—
Ok?
As Angel leaned against the wall, his mind racing with thoughts of what thrilling things had happened between their hellish princess and the inn's chef who wished he could be a watchdog, the former's actions suddenly caught his attention.
As if she had made up her mind, she magically conjured something from her palm.
But when Alastor beside him also showed an inquiring expression, Angel knew that the shapeless thing in Shirley's hand must be something rare.
The Spider Sinner smirked, intentionally or unintentionally craning his neck to watch the blonde woman's next move.
She pressed the shapeless "thing" against her chest, muttering things like, "Please, it has to succeed."
So, under everyone's watchful eyes, the female demon, feigning determination, gently placed her palm, which was holding the item, on the black ice surface at the kitchen doorway, which exuded an ominous aura.
"Zizzi."
The ice surface, which had seemed as indifferent as the black diamond, suddenly began to melt without warning; a short, surprised gasp escaped from the Hell Princess's roar, but soon, the surprise and urgency on her face turned into ecstasy.
The demons standing around her had different feelings, but the broadcast demon with a frown and squinting at Shirley's palm and the exorcist angel who didn't know how to talk to his lover were the most conspicuous.
"YES! ...Uh!"
Just as Shirley's eyes sparkled as she gazed at the pitch-black kitchen interior, a biting wind suddenly blew out from deep within the kitchen.
Apart from Shirley standing in the center, and Alastor and Vicky standing on her left and right, the other demons in the inn were curiously peeking into the kitchen from the doorway.
"Oh...this is really something else."
Looking at the kitchen interior, which looked as if it had been swept by a heavy snow, the grumpy-faced big cat, which was scratching at the door frame with its paws, frowned and then let out a long syllable, which was quite fitting for the occasion.
"Good heavens, is she planning to turn this place into some kind of dragon's lair?"
The spider-like sinner, its head protruding from Hesk, put its right hand to its mouth and mumbled as it shouted into the room, "Hey! ■■■! Dear blackberry pie! Are you alive?"