Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 280...The Promise? - S01E07

The broadcasting demon has run away.

……

Okay, you know this explanation might not be entirely consistent with the sinful lord's previous behavior.

But in your eyes, his act of turning into a shadow and disappearing from your sight is not much different from "running away".

(Although they didn't completely escape...that's a bit disappointing.)

After you expressed your disappointment in him, this always elegant and quick-witted man did something that completely surprised you—

For example, he didn't say anything more, just maintained that angry smile as he fell to the ground...

He simply disappeared from your sight.

……

Oh, dear Lucifer!

You've never felt so relaxed since you met this guy...!

You are absolutely delighted that he no longer tries to appear in front of you!

You no longer need to deal with the offensive remarks that the broadcast demon makes from who-knows-where, nor do you need to waste your energy dealing with his cryptic and dagger-like probing.

To be honest, after you left Rosie's side, you were thinking of preparing some spells or something for Shirley to deal with tomorrow's purge...

But the broadcast demon, like some kind of immortal vengeful spirit, always seems to appear out of nowhere.

...You just beat him up before, so where does he get the energy to keep provoking you?

What's even more reassuring is that after he gave up on communicating with you, he wouldn't talk to you again even if you appeared around him.

You can occasionally sense the other person's ambiguous gaze when you look away.

But when you silently turn to look at him, his gaze will quickly shift away, instead of staring at you with the indifference or even provocation he used to...

Before you two fell out, most of the time your eye contact was, in a sense... well, a perfect match or a treacherous act.

After Rosie's seemingly more effective psychological counseling, Shirley finally began to sing a song about "protection" in the open space in front of the small pavilion.

However, the ogres were clearly more concerned about whether they could have the angel's feast tomorrow, but the final result was still quite good; at least the ogres ultimately chose to "obey".

...Unfortunately, singing isn't your forte, so for now you'll probably just have to listen to them sing all the way back.

However, now that Shirley has resolved the biggest issue and is beckoning you, you have no reason to stay put.

Before Shirley completely disappeared from your sight, you transformed back into your original human form from your black wolf form, stood on your sword in mid-air, politely bowed to Rosie, and then left.

You didn't look at the broadcast demon standing next to Rosie anymore, who seemed to have regained his composure.

You think that after you said those things, this broadcaster who always tries to find amusement in others will lose interest in you, right?

After all, nobody wants to keep finding amusement in a dead fish-like creature.

But when will the Broadcast Demon leave the inn? It seems like it's about time.

Or is it that he won't leave?

The sinner from the East thought this as he sat on his flying sword.

With one leg propped up and her hand supporting her chin, she slowly moved through the air along with the cannibal army towards the inn.

Although I think this possibility is unlikely...

However, she should worry more about how to get Shirley to organize her first team later.

……

……

"Oh, well, darling, looks like you got ripped off by some lovely lady!"

Rosie glanced at Alastor, who was about to walk to the front of the group, and said sarcastically, "I thought she and Alastor were really close, like you said... but it seems that's not the case?"

The cannibal lady made this sarcastic remark in a tone that was intensely mocking, yet not entirely so.

……

Wendigo abruptly stopped in his tracks.

"..."

"It's just that my plan had a slight mishap, there's nothing to worry about."

The tall, thin broadcaster, who had indeed suffered a major setback, stiffened noticeably for a moment after hearing the woman next to him say that, although his reaction was astonishingly quick as ever.

"Hehe... This kind of thing is very common. I only need to make a small adjustment, and the result will be completely different. Don't rush to conclusions..."

The already neurotic male demon stood still, muttering angrily in his rare, unvarnished, natural voice.

A morbid and manic "heh heh" sound trembled out little by little from his trembling chest.

"..."

"But I have to say, I now understand your 'liking' for ■■■!"

"She's beautiful, has a charming way of speaking, and her manners, upbringing, and etiquette... she's practically a flawless, perfect girl! Isn't she?"

The cannibal lady seemed to have gotten used to Alastor's sudden and eccentric behavior.

A middle-aged noblewoman, both helpless and elegant, makes a very street-style-looking gesture—

She casually draped an arm over the announcer's shoulder, "Of course, of course! She's even a super chef whose skills you'd praise! She can even cook the cannibal's favorite food better than our show-off chef, can't she?"

“These days, chefs who can ‘be a decent person’ are a rare find! Now I understand why you were reluctant to introduce her to me… Were you deliberately hiding her away—”

"Ok?"

"My dear and charming broadcaster?"

"If I hadn't met her relatively late—oh! I must say, even I'd be very interested in working with her!"

Rosie put her hands together by her ears and then whispered this in Alastor's ear in a light and cheerful tone that she would only use in front of an old friend.

"..."

"But I hope you still remember..."

"We made an agreement."

Just after Rosie finished speaking, Alastor suddenly raised his head and looked at the ogre lord in front of him.

He maintained his charming smile, but the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily twice. The male demon's tone was meaningful, and his words were mysterious.

"You have your life, and I have mine too."

"Isn't that so, my dear lady?"

……

"Oh, look at you! What are you thinking, poor old Alastor! You're always so wary, yet still so fascinating and neurotic!"

Just as the atmosphere was starting to get strange, Rosie, who had been keeping a low profile and had a gentle smile, paused for half a second, as if she was really considering the pros and cons.

But soon, she boldly reached out and patted Alastor hard on the back.

Her decisive action dispelled the slightly eerie atmosphere, making her appear open and fearless.

This elegant cannibal lady has completely lost the lightheartedness she had when she danced and sang with the broadcaster.

She took the gentleman's hand in front of her with complete ease, and even though he had drooped his eyelids and was showing a helpless expression that said, "You're here again...", the lady still turned around in a circle with pleasure and naturalness.

"Of course! Even if it's just a verbal agreement, I will keep my word!"

"We've been together for so long, have I ever broken a promise?"

"Don't be silly! Cheer up! My charming broadcaster~"

"Let us follow that lovely princess and together welcome the glory that will belong to the ogres in the Ring of Pride tomorrow—"

"It's so nostalgic~ I can't even remember the last time I was this excited. You always bring me new fun, don't you think?"

This is what the mysterious ogre lord said.

Once she stepped into the crowd, she immediately regained her previous elegance, while not forgetting to glance behind her at the broadcasting devil, whose eyelids drooped and who even looked somewhat tired and impatient.

"..."

"of course."

Faced with the meaningful and intriguing remarks of the woman who seemed like a friend, after a few seconds of silence...

Alastor spoke, replying in a detached tone.