Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 31 Yes, I have a pen pal.

"Don't spoil these little things too much, ■■■, I came here to have Alastor get rid of them."

Seeing you, as always, radiate your equal care to the other creatures in the inn, Vicky, who felt like she had been sighing all morning, rubbed her forehead with a headache.

“So did you hear that, Alastor? Pantheon’s egg soldiers are running all over the place, and I need you to get rid of them! Now!”

The white-haired sinner frowned as he glanced at the broadcasting demon sitting unmoved at the table, who even had time to eat his side dishes, and emphasized his tone.

"...Oh, in that case, I'd be happy to help...Looks like I can have an extra lunch, Miss Chef, could you please not take away the rest?"

Upon hearing that something needed to be dealt with, Alastor's expression suddenly brightened for a moment. He picked up his cane, which had appeared out of thin air, and strode lightly between you and Vicky.

Watching the Egg Soldiers still munching on chocolate energy bars, the scarlet Wendigo narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at them with an eerie, bent-over posture: "Let me see, you little fools who have disturbed my perfect morning and meal... Ah, if it were before, I would never have missed a meal like this."

“...Give me humanity, get them away.”

It was already strange that Alastor was so happy to help, not to mention that he was interrupted from having breakfast.

Seeing the broadcast demon suddenly become dangerous in front of her, Vicky crossed her arms and frowned deeply, knowing without a doubt what the sinner lord was thinking.

"Hmph, fine, that takes away a lot of my fun."

You can see the true form of the broadcasting demon as it turns its head at a glance.

You, who were still pushing the food cart and seemingly unconcerned about the world, twitched the corner of your mouth, then gently removed the Eggman from your tail and placed it on the ground, muttering involuntarily, "...What a pity."

Although the Egg Soldiers sometimes get into some crazy situations, it's not without its fun to keep them as some kind of silly little pets. After all, they're always happy when they eat your failed cooking attempts...

No chef would refuse a living garbage can.

"How sentimental you are, dear chef! But I'm really looking forward to tonight's meal. I'd like more raw food. What do you think of that suggestion?"

Having clearly heard your muttering, Alastor closed his eyes, gently moved your food cart aside with his cane, and walked up to you, adding this sentence on purpose. Only after you acknowledged his idea did he nod in satisfaction.

"Also, I think I can take care of this while I'm out today."

As he said this, the arrogant Wendigo tapped Vicky on the head with his cane.

The main theme is to spread one's anger and wrath evenly among others.

"...That's awesome, haha."

Vicky, clearly displeased, swung away the other person's small microphone cane, then turned and glared fiercely at the capricious and free-spirited broadcast demon.

While you're doing this, the white-haired witch happens to make room for you to go out.

Seeing this, you immediately pushed the food cart out of the room that combined the Alastor jungle and the inn, and then closed the door with your tail.

Alastor disappeared incredibly fast; you and Vicky didn't even see a trace of him after you went outside.

After falling silent about the radio demon, you and she didn't separate; instead, you both chose to walk together for a while.

You seem to be the only demon in the entire Hell Inn besides Shirley that Vicky is willing to get along with... you could even say she likes you.

Or rather, no demon in the inn would feel uncomfortable being with you, after all, you are just a very good inn chef who would never verbally attack or ridicule others.

You've always been a listener whose presence in hell would seem absurd—

After all, receiving even a gentle and reasonable suggestion after complaining is a terrifying thing in the Pride Ring or even the entire Hell.

In Vicky's memory, you've hardly ever swore in front of them.

"I'm sorry to interrupt you for a moment, I have something to do later... As for lunch, I've already prepared the ingredients, it should be ready in a little while, but you'll probably have to just grab something quick for dinner..."

From the hallway to the stairwell, after listening to Vicky's complaints the whole way, you suddenly spoke up like this.

As the head chef of a hotel, it is a terrible thing to let your guests go hungry.

Thinking this, the Eastern Sinner wore a hint of apology on his face.

"At least you won't be able to eat my hot meals anymore, but I prepared some for dinner at noon... uh, I mean, you can order takeout if you want, or you can heat up the dinner I prepared in the fridge if you don't want to order takeout."

You explained as you pushed the food cart.

"If I come back late and you're hungry, there are some snacks in the fridge. Remember to heat them up. I know you all have incredibly strong stomachs, but eating them cold will really affect the taste..."

"■, you know you don't have to explain yourself in such detail."

After hearing you say all that, Vicky, who had just seemed quite angry, suddenly gave you a helpless smile.

Seeing the white-haired sinner laugh, you paused for a moment, then shook your tail somewhat helplessly.

“You don’t have to take care of us like this, Mommy. If anything happens later, just do it. Trust us, we can take care of ourselves.”

Vicky, who seemed to have completely calmed down, took the food cart from you, emphasizing the word "Mommy" and with a slightly teasing expression.

"...Since it's not something like going to buy groceries, can I take the day off?"

As you and Vicky go downstairs, you use your tail to help pull the food cart a little, so that she doesn't have too much trouble going down the inn's insane food cart slope.

Perhaps because Vicky no longer looked so tense, a faint smile appeared on the usually expressionless face of the Eastern Sinner.

"Good heavens... Hahahaha... ■■■, you are the only sinner in this inn who will honestly 'ask for leave'. For the sake of hell, Xia Li and I will not be so harsh on the most obedient and worry-free person in the inn."

The white-haired sinner, who found your obedient and rule-abiding manner both laughable and absurd, finally burst out laughing.

"But may I ask you something? What's the matter?"

Vicky looked at you with interest and nudged your arm with her elbow.

"..."

"Um... I'm going to meet a pen pal."

Upon reaching the kitchen, you casually used your abilities to remove the food cart and your pink apron, then put them back in their original places.

After hearing you say you have a pen pal, Vicky, looking surprised, stopped with you at the kitchen doorway.

She stood there, with no intention of leaving.

Vicky seems to want to hear more from you about what happened next.

The pink kitchen was bathed in warm light, giving it a gentler hue.

The kitchen always has a mysteriously mild smell, with a faint aroma of ingredients wafting out. It smells a little damp, like washed vegetables and meat placed in a drainer.

The white-haired sinner glanced at the spotless kitchen; she always felt that it was pleasing to the eye no matter how many times she saw it, thanks to [unclear - possibly a person's] meticulous cleaning.

She thought, without exaggeration, that ■■■’s kitchen must be cleaner and tidier than most people’s bedrooms in hell, and that Neilty never spent more than three minutes cleaning it.

Seeing that she hadn't left, the pale face of the Eastern Sinner was blurred by the warm light in the kitchen, and her expression seemed somewhat surprised.

After realizing what the white-haired female demon in front of her was waiting for, she smiled and flicked her long tail to explain.

"I was bored during the time I stopped using electronic devices, and when I was sending a message to the owner of the grocery store I often bought groceries using my communication origami crane, a strange demon intercepted it..."

While talking about this, ■■■ had a hint of helplessness on her face.

"Hijacking it? That's exactly what I expected."

Vicky, who knew perfectly well what the sinners of the Pride Ring were capable of, frowned with a hint of disdain.

"But you really are the kind of guy who does things similar to Shirley."

You could detect a hint of doting in Vicky's tone.

"...Haha...You all know about my origami cranes for communication. If you don't have some ability, you can't read them. So I'm quite surprised that the other party can see what I've written and can also write on my origami cranes."

You chuckled twice, realizing that your behavior had indeed been a bit too arbitrary.

"The stranger who snatched my origami cranes was quite rude to me... In short, she seemed to be a rebellious teenager. I found it amusing, so I simply wrote her a reply. But she seemed quite surprised after receiving my reply..."

You said this while recalling the expression on your face when you received your origami cranes.