Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 273 First, let's change the chapter title - S01E07

"...Perhaps we should get down to business...Ms...Madam."

It probably took you a few extra seconds to painfully find your voice again.

Clearly, Rosie mentioned several possibilities that you wouldn't even want to think about.

...Just kidding, of course you know what kind of smug look the broadcast devil will have after hearing what you said! You're not stupid!

Just thinking about that annoying smile he might have and the smug things he might say makes you feel like you're about to end up in the ICU with a stroke!

Asking to speak with Miss Rosie alone was absolutely one of the best decisions you've ever made!

The sinner from the East, unwilling to even think about what he might see, couldn't help but cover his face in anguish with one hand.

If the broadcasting demon hears those words... you think the only thing Shirley will see afterward is your twisted and angry face as you lie in the ICU before you die.

“It is obvious! My esteemed…! Dear Ms. Rosie, it is a waste of your precious time to talk about a nearly irrelevant demon in such a formal setting.”

To avoid Rosie continuing on this topic you absolutely don't want to discuss, you coughed twice, trying to change the subject with your ever-expressionless face.

You don't want this elder to think, "You're just shy," which is completely contrary to your original intention.

Broadcasting is broadcasting, but broadcasting demons are broadcasting demons!

You chose him because he was smart and the medium happened to be a perfect and dazzling human masterpiece, not because you liked him as a person!

……

Why do you yourself feel that the more you talk, the worse it gets?

"Cough cough...cough cough cough...What I mean is, I'd like to get a simple permission from you!"

The dragon girl, choked by her own thoughts, coughed violently a few times and tried to straighten up.

She straightened her back, frowned, closed her eyes, and then put her fist to her lips in a serious manner, trying to make herself look more dignified.

"Although you said that, I apologize for rambling on about so many other things... I'm happy to answer your question about whether radio will also disappear—"

"But the main reason I insisted on speaking with you privately is because I hope to obtain from you the authority to organize the team!"

To avoid your conversation veering off in an unnecessary direction, you have to abandon the tactful approach and get straight to the point.

The dragon girl's tail bounced lightly on the ground.

"Oh... 'authority to organize the team'? That's a novel and interesting term!"

Upon hearing what you said, Rosie's eyes widened in surprise.

The ogre lord seemed to fall into a brief silence, as if considering your intentions.

“...But it’s not the kind of ‘malicious privilege’ you’re thinking of, like sending ogres to their deaths—although it’s still far from being finalized, and the ogres will probably need to be mobilized,” you immediately said to avoid Rosie thinking the worst of you, “I just want Shirley to have the ability to adjust the team to reduce the ogres’ casualty rate.”

"..."

"Well... that's something I didn't expect."

Rosie seemed genuinely surprised when she heard you say 'reduce the casualty rate of the ogres'.

However, her surprise was not because someone was 'thinking about their ogre inhabitants,' but because 'someone' was thinking about their ogre inhabitants.

After all, in hell, every life is worthless; especially in a battle that spans multiple classes, the lives of ordinary sinners or demons are as worthless as grass.

...But Rosie's surprise at this moment was probably not out of emotion, but simply out of novelty.

■■■It's been a long time since I've used my ability to see the future.

Because you can see different futures and pasts simultaneously, this ability can severely interfere with your judgment when used.

However, even if you don't know whether tomorrow's decisive battle will be a success or a failure, you still know one thing that is obvious.

— Tomorrow's war will not be a "war".

At least in your eyes, the so-called Great Purge doesn't even qualify as a war.

For you, it doesn't even matter how many people there are, but a real war must be fought between two respectable "teams".

You don't even need an "army," even just civilians, as long as they have a strategic "brain," a leadership "mouth," the ability to wield weapons, a united belief, and the determination to achieve victory...

The battle yielded results.

But Heaven's "righteous" massacre of Hell already has a real name—

'The Great Purge.'

A group of righteous individuals who can fly and possess absolute air superiority slaughter the pitiful inhabitants of hell, who they see as representing "evil," wielding melee weapons.

For someone like you whose thinking leans more towards "war theory," the one-sided massacre of Hell by Heaven is actually full of incomprehension and confusion in your eyes.

The good and evil that all life displays are so complex, yet the standard for this violence is so simple and brutal.

You have never lived in Heaven, but your alter ego was indeed attacked by Heaven, so you decide to be skeptical of this so-called "Heaven".

But you still don't understand. Although it's highly likely that Lucifer and Heaven signed an agreement, since sinners are the embodiment of evil, why haven't they ever resisted or had any awareness of "going against the angels" all this time?

Is this the oppression of the lower classes by the upper echelons of hell? Since evil has no boundaries compared to good, why has this so-called "evil" never considered resistance, but only cared about escaping for its life...?

Or is it that something actually tamed evil in heaven, and then turned hell into some kind of hunting ground prepared for good?

You admit, this is probably a really conspiracy theory idea.

But this idea stems entirely from the fact that logical thinking is completely inapplicable between hell and heaven, and cannot be considered in detail.

In that bizarre, sieve-like relationship, it's hard for your constantly racing brain not to produce such distorted results.

In fact, when you first met Shirley, when you first learned of Shirley's thoughts and knew that she wanted to confront this one-sided massacre and also wanted to make changes to the so-called "Great Purge," your initial thoughts were very simple.

'Why not just use the royal army of hell to fight them?'

...But something unscientific, or rather, completely unexpected, happened.

You found absolutely, completely, no trace of an "army" around the so-called "Morning Star" family.