binnovel Chapter 247 When the Dragon Falls Silent - S01E07
Chapter 247 When the Dragon Falls Silent - S01E07
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An unusual, deathly silence fell.
"...I'll go in and find her."
Perhaps because she was dissatisfied with the status quo, Shirley clenched her fist as if to encourage herself, "Or rather... it should have been me who went to her in the first place."
She gave a somewhat forced smile.
"Sweetheart, if..."
Seeing Shirley's forced smile, Vicky, unsure how to comfort her, tried to put her arm around her lover's shoulder.
Just as the exorcist angel's hand was about to touch the princess of hell's shoulder, the former's hand hovered in the air, while the latter dodged to the side.
...Oh...this is really bad. Perhaps the two girls, who have just left heaven and received terrible news, are not ready to be honest with each other yet?
"...Be careful." This is not your fault.
The white-haired exorcist angel who had fallen into hell was unable to utter the other sentence.
She could only try her best to maintain her bitter and ugly smile, and quietly stand there watching her lover's back.
The former exorcist angel must be going through a lot of internal turmoil right now.
She didn't intend to hurt the girl she loved most, and she knew that one day she would find out about her identity as an exorcist angel... Even though she could no longer bear this bloody duty, she knew that she had indeed killed Shirley's people—
It is wrong to conceal it.
But it was clear that neither she nor her were prepared to know this.
"She would never have hurt me in the first place."
In response to the white-haired fallen angel's admonition, the blonde woman replied coldly, her voice tinged with dissatisfaction and resentment.
"……Feel sorry."
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Faced with her former lover's deep apology, Shirley paused awkwardly for a moment before entering the dark kitchen; but at that moment, no one knew whether she was pausing because of Vicky's apology or to cheer herself up.
The blonde woman took a deep breath at the doorway before cautiously stepping into the kitchen.
The soles of her shoes crushed the ice shards, the crisp "crunch, crunch" sound rising like moths from the thick darkness; the slender figure of the Hell Princess quickly disappeared into the shadows of the kitchen.
An exorcist angel... no, perhaps she is already a sinner.
The white-haired demon looked worriedly into the kitchen—
Although this hasn't happened for very long, Vicky finds it truly unbelievable.
...This should have been the safest place in the entire inn, because it belongs to ■■■.
He is the most mentally stable demon in the entire inn, and the one who can best understand human speech.
She renovated the kitchen herself.
While in some ways the renovated kitchen might seem out of place in the inn or even in hell, this is only because the preferences of the person in question are not only more human... or rather, more like those of a stranger from another part of the earth.
Clearly, the demons in hell don't care much about these things, and [the demons] haven't given other demons the chance to care.
But her little kitchen was always warm and cozy; not the smell of burning sulfur, nor the smell of vomit and excrement... just the simple aroma of food, or the refreshing scent left after everything had been cleaned up.
Meals are placed in meticulously prepared kitchen utensils, packaged and refrigerated, and vegetables and meats are preserved through special treatments, while late-night snacks are placed in protective covers.
Yes, Vicky didn't really understand where the sense of peace emanating from ■■■ that made people feel like they could let go of everything came from, or why it could take root in the hearts of the demons in the inn in such an exaggerated way.
To be honest, Vicky didn't think she had ever spent so much time with anyone so traditional and orthodox from the East before...
After the accident, ■■■ looked much more haggard and silent than before, which she felt was not a good thing, since ■■■ was already very quiet to begin with.
■■■ is a smart person; although she is inexplicably confident that this sinner from the East will not do anything to harm everyone, when a particularly smart person is silent, all that is brought to others is panic.
If the red-haired bastard in the inn were quiet and still, she would probably know immediately that he was up to no good; but what if ■■■ were silent? ...And right now her behavior seems much worse than silence, doesn't it?
Vicky is indeed very worried about her lover, but her concern about Shirley getting hurt stems entirely from her fear that Shirley's current mental state is not good—and who can be completely sure whether a smart person under too much pressure will break down?
"...Oh my god...I really messed things up this time, didn't I?"
Vicky, not quite liking her own idea, muttered to herself as she reached up and rubbed her forehead as if she had a headache.
"Yeah yeah."
This time, Hesk and Angel responded to the grumpy white-haired witch in unison, a rare occurrence.
After all, Vicky's previous identity was that of an exorcist angel, which was quite a shock in the entire inn; after all, the last "angel" known to everyone in Hell was Lucifer Morningstar.
"..."
Vicky choked for a moment at the two demons' "approval," which, though not mocking, sounded particularly jarring at the moment. Then, she stood there sullenly and rolled her eyes.
"Oh! Sir! Are you going in?" Just then, little Nefertie, who was next to Pantheon, suddenly shouted excitedly, "Pick me! Pick me! I want to go in too!"
The little demon's energetic voice made the demons standing at the kitchen door all turn their gazes toward the eccentric old gentleman in the inn.
"..."
It could be to cover up the embarrassment of being caught, or it could simply be a desire to do so.
The wind blowing from the kitchen was bone-chillingly cold.
Alastor, with his toes pointing inward, simply smiled as usual, slowly adjusting his one-way mirror with his other hand; a faint "rustling" sound, like scattered grains of sand, flowed through the demon's throat.
...He has an elegant air about him, as if he's busy with something.
Although all the demons moved in the same way, the meaning behind their gazes was different for each of them.
"I advise you not to."
Vicky, arms crossed, glared at the broadcasting demon in front of her. "■■■ is a very stubborn person. She's different from us. If she doesn't show you any kindness, you'd better not get close to her."
Perhaps because Vicky's words came so suddenly, Alastor, who was half-hidden in the shadows, turned his head as if to show mercy, and then looked at the white-haired witch who had spoken to him with his familiar contemptuous gaze.
He looked down at her, tapping his hands on the top of his palms in front of him as if for no apparent reason; several consecutive "ding-ding" sounds reached Vicky's ears as if urging her on.
...How dare that bastard look at her like that after doing all that?!
The white-haired female demon, whose expression remained extremely unpleasant, furrowed her brows and looked at the broadcast demon in front of her with a forced smile, like a baring canine.
She had naturally also seen Alastor's earlier attempt to conceal his wound—
But if you ask her, she'll admit she actually regrets not killing the Broadcast Demon; after all, only [name omitted] in the entire inn could truly kill this cunning sinner lord without any obstacles.
If we were to ask who in the entire Hell Inn most wanted Alastor dead, Vicky and Hesk would definitely be the first to raise their hands... It's a real shame, Vicky thought that ■■■ had also officially joined this camp.
It was truly a rollercoaster of emotions, with its ups and downs.
“I’m waiting~” The red devil, with a melodious voice, reached out and tapped the white-haired witch’s nose with a particularly unbridled gesture. “Making a gentleman wait is not very polite… uh!”
Without warning, Vicky bit down on the broadcast demon's finger; clearly startled by the fallen angel's attack, Alastor maintained his usual polite smile, but his wide eyes and slightly comical withdrawal made him look rather disheveled.
Alastor: "..."
"You don't actually know anything, do you? Our 'kind and approachable' inn manager?"
Angel, who inexplicably shared a tacit understanding with Vicky regarding the matter, teasingly raised the end of his eyebrow, then crossed his arms, leaned down with an ambiguous expression, and approached Alastor in front of him.
As expected, the latter's entire demon arched backward with force; making the already slender red-haired demon look as if she was about to fall backward...
"You know, that guy is practically a monster! Otherwise, how could there be someone in this world who doesn't need any social interaction and can live so comfortably?"
Seemingly pleased with Alastor's reaction, the Spider Sinner curled his lips into a meaningful smile, but his tone, though not directed at the Broadcast Demon, carried a subtle hint of amazement: "Hey, you know, a crazy woman like her from Porcelain Country will succeed at anything!"
Angel waved his hand.