Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 294 A Desperate, Unromantic, and Asexual Theory - S01E08

"So? What do you want to say? You cruelly stole my enjoyment of the inn's food, Miss Chef?" "Eek! ■■■——■——■——■—— Good evening, Miss Chef!"

The voice of the broadcast demon rang out almost simultaneously with Nefertti's voice.

However, since the former is the "broadcasting" demon, his voice will always be louder than Nefertti's.

"...Hmph, it seems you've already bribed my people, haven't you?"

Watching little Nefertie hopping and skipping towards you, you didn't refute the broadcast demon or any other meaningless remarks. You simply patted the little girl's fluffy hair gently with your tail.

"Do you mind?" you asked him casually.

"Mind? What do I have to mind? What could I possibly care about? I'm just a lowly inn manager. What's the point of me minding someone who can say something like that?"

Facing your culture, Alastor, after launching into a long, ornate speech, let out that polite laugh only aristocrats would make, and waved his hand at you sarcastically, "Look! Our prodigal son has returned. I believe you, my dear, have exhausted all your moral indignation rhetoric!"

"I must admit, you really put on a rather dull performance for me. Your mediocre and uninspired melancholy... I had been expecting a more creative critique from you."

"However, I believe you came here for a more practical reason than 'applauding your principles once again,' right?"

"..."

"…………"

Listening to the radio devil's convoluted, lengthy, and flowery language, trying to extract useful information from it, you're simply overwhelmed.

However, this time is different from every previous one, because this time you came to him because you really have something very important to do.

"Nephthys, go find Shirley and the others. They say they're looking forward to playing with you."

Seeing that a certain Wendigo was unwilling to speak, you gently nudged Neferti's back with your tail, trying to subtly signal that 'the adults have something to say to each other.'

"...Okay! (Kay)~"

After hearing what you said, the one-eyed girl didn't suspect anything and obediently followed your instructions, running towards the large staircase leading downstairs.

After you sent Neferti away, the broadcasting devil, who had been leisurely lounging on the railing, immediately sat up straight.

The ever-cunning old gentleman narrowed his eyes and frowned.

He put his hands behind his back, and the microphone cane that was originally standing to the side was also tucked into his hand, as if he was on guard against something.

"...Sizzle."

Subtle murmurs of discontent escaped intermittently from his throat.

"Ha! You're even starting to order my people around now? What's next...?"

"Shut up."

"..."

The broadcast demon's eyes widened.

Although he had witnessed countless instances of rudeness or barbed language from [the person in question] in just 24 hours, this was the first time he had been directly told to shut up.

For a moment, he seemed genuinely at a loss for words.

A sense of discontent and absurdity that he had been suppressing finally reached its peak at this moment.

'Oh... haha... shut up? Looks like I really should teach this arrogant little brat what manners are.'

But actually... things don't seem to be like that.

Because ■■■ is practically the most polite demon in the entire hell.

But... the broadcasting demon felt he should say something, because things absolutely shouldn't be like this.

The demon, who had never been so passive, gripped the microphone cane tightly in his hand; his raging murderous intent and incomprehensible anger surged in his chest like the background noise of a radio.

The pale female demon emerged from the shadows.

She was just like every time he had seen her, possessing a pure, cool beauty that he could appreciate with peace of mind.

He doesn't need to worry about anything; he can simply be an artist who appreciates sculptures.

Whether it's her coldness, her overly well-mannered upbringing, her respectful distance, or her amusing yet endearing remarks, it all makes sense.

All of this made the broadcasting demon, who neither felt nor wanted to feel "love"—an emotion no different from a curse—feel at ease.

Because it's obvious that she's the same kind of person as me.

When he was with her, this sinful lord, who abhorred intimacy, always felt safe.

Because ■■■ never had any unnecessary feelings for him that would annoy him.

Things used between men and women to develop feelings won't affect her clever little brain, nor will she have thoughts like wanting to have sex, kiss, throw tantrums, feel jealous, be possessive, or even want to have a child with the other person...

There's no doubt that the broadcasting demon must hate these things.

He often felt that marriage or forming an emotional connection with someone was meaningless to him.

After all—

Feeling comfortable hugging someone and then starting to think about or want to marry that person is behavior no different from that of primitive animals.

The great evolution of humankind, if applied to this kind of creature, would be a colossal tragedy!

He has always sincerely believed that if you feel the need to establish a connection with someone just by looking at them or hugging them, then it would be better to leave that opportunity for evolution to creatures that need it more.

In Alastor's eyes, the so-called tantrums between lovers or sweethearts are basically just boring, unreasonable tantrums or a waste of time.

To a demon, those who cannot communicate effectively are both despicable and laughable; especially when one is not at fault, the need to compromise for "love" makes one want to burst into laughter.

Although he is a devil who seeks chaos, he still believes that respect between people (or devils) should be based on logic, not on the idea that 'you are my other half, so I have to give in unconditionally'.

...If being with someone means forcing yourself to do things you don't like, then what's the difference between that and violating their self-esteem to achieve so-called "love"?

As for intimate behavior, it was completely incomprehensible to him.

Putting aside the enormous risks and potential problems that may follow, the broadcasting demon has always felt that pursuing intimacy and the pleasure derived from "love" (or something meaningless) is an irresponsible, short-sighted, and cheap investment.

It's insecure, unstable, and this relationship is entirely based on some kind of supposedly noble "momentary pleasure"...

And the delusion that "this is my person" that some idiots have in their heads is an incredibly annoying curse!

Ultimately, once a person is mature enough, they will realize: "No one will ever truly belong to you."

When a person is preoccupied with another person, their efficiency in both having fun and doing things will plummet, which is a complete waste of time.

Moreover, the passion for being with someone may only last for thirty months, and everything before that is basically a sunk cost.

At the same time, he may also face potential betrayal, accusations, boredom, or all the side effects of emotions... If there are children, it will only make things worse.

Compared to other feelings, love is when two complete strangers, due to the hormones secreted by their bodies, produce some silly things that are called 'emotions'.

Then, after that, these two people will experience a long, costly, and ultimately unreliable investment scheme...

Before he died, the broadcasting demon couldn't understand why everyone valued this thing as much as their own life.

He just felt that if humans were so idle, they might as well find something to do.

At the very least, don't say things like, "It's not that you can't like other people, it's just that you haven't met the right one," which is arrogant, annoying, and makes him want to go on a killing spree immediately.

To be honest, the biggest reason why Alastor likes to be with ■■■ is...

It's because ■■■ is pure.

It's the pure kind of "purity," a comfortable, refreshing, and understandable kind of "purity."

The broadcast devil won't love.

But he "likes" it, just like he likes air.

Because ■■■ is nothing else.

She was not a useless lover who was annoying, stole his time, demanded affections he didn't have, or clashed with him.

■■■It won't be his lover, nor will it be someone he likes.

Because the setting for the broadcast demon doesn't include "love".

Because ■■■ is his necessity.

Without ■■■, how long would it take him to find such a "perfect" person...?

……

what.

Just like everyone has their favorite thing, something you want to take everywhere you go because it understands you best, because it looks the best, because it's the most convenient...

Also because it most closely resembles your ideal self-projection.

Alastor doesn't love anyone; he loves himself the most.

But Alastor likes ■■■.

Alastor needs ■■■.

He didn't want to live a "happy" life with her, because that would make him want to vomit... but he needed her, just like an ordinary person needs air to keep himself alive.

but.

but……

But the air in Alastor spoke to him one day.

That Alastor was most like himself… his most perfect projection told him—

I'm very disappointed in you.

……

He needs to return to his original state.

immediately.

immediately.