Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 56 Are you crazy or am I crazy?

Your companion's voice and the restaurant owner's voice rang out at the same time.

Although their emotions were mostly disbelief, their tone was noticeably different.

"You fucking... after you vented your anger like that, instead of killing these snobbish bastards, you chose to forgive and forget, and even pay for an overpriced meal that didn't even match the description!?"

After you made that remark that was similar to "Let's make dumplings together!", Billy, who was waiting to see some fun, was no longer amused.

Just as the little devil leaped up, intending to grab your collar and slap you twice to see if you'd gone mad, you calmly and collectedly wrapped your tail around him first.

Your long tail, like a naked python, completely encircled Billy, who was about to explode like a landmine.

Meanwhile, you yourself stared blankly at White, who seemed to have shrunk in the cerebellum.

Your answer is not important.

You, seemingly oblivious to what you're thinking, pull out your wallet and casually place a wad of Hellish banknotes on the still relatively intact table beside you.

"This money should be enough, maybe a little more. Consider it a tip. I don't like trouble—um, as for the repair costs for the damage to your shop..."

At this point, you glanced casually at White beside you.

"No, no! It's our own fault that the shop is in this state. You don't need to give us any more money!"

Upon seeing your behavior, which defied all common sense, the sinful boss, who was so terrified he was practically out of his body, immediately waved his hand and refused you.

When you mentioned the restaurant's repair costs, White's expression turned horrified, as if he were looking at a living devil.

...or perhaps they are watching a sinner lord who should be furious, but is smiling amiably.

"Oh, that's good."

You remained calm, knowing the other party wouldn't ask for repair fees.

But it was precisely because of your terrifyingly nonchalant demeanor that White Winington felt a lump in his throat.

"...But I still have one more thing to do."

You were quite pleased with the look of utter despair on the sinner boss's face after you said those words.

But since you've said you'll part ways amicably, you definitely won't do anything now.

"Didn't you say that 'The Stars Reveal Himself' was in your shop? Why haven't I seen this infamous demon at all?"

You casually extended your hand to Viya, and only after she placed her hand in your palm did you gently pull her to your side.

"This beautiful lady came here specifically to see 'The Stars' (a title of honor), are you just going to let us come all this way for nothing?"

Your last sentence was clearly a warning and a joke. If the sinner boss in front of you had any brains, he should understand why you brought this up.

You're trying to embarrass them by "collecting debts."

Knowing he couldn't get "the stars to speak for them" and would likely have to put in more effort to quell the rumors, White dared not speak out in anger.

"Uh...yeah, I guess I came all this way for this, only to end up being humiliated. Doesn't that make me seem...well, stupid?"

Viya, who was completely baffled by your unpredictable behavior, gave up trying to think about it at this moment.

She's going to follow your line of thought and say it.

Seeing that the troublesome criminal in front of him had even pushed out the most important person in the whole farce, White Winington, who felt like his head had already flown off his neck, looked even uglier.

"I'm so sorry! I only stayed until noon today! But I did come here today!"

Knowing it was ridiculous to say this, but unable to get any "stars to speak" from White, he forced himself to say it.

To be honest, when White spread the false news that the stars were personally invited to his store, he never imagined that he would one day encounter such a powerful combination, let alone that he would get involved with them.

White certainly didn't miss the fleeting look of disdain in your eyes.

That was the gaze directed at the loser.

Mocking, contemptuous.

The gaze of the Eastern sinner was always indifferent, as if he didn't care about anything.

But it was precisely because that gaze, which was always devoid of any emotion, turned into contempt that White felt a surge of anger rising within him—he simply couldn't bear to look at you.

Seeing the sinner in front of her looking so scared that his legs went weak, the clever Viya immediately realized that the other party was just bragging.

Unfortunately, the teenagers, who are extremely perceptive in this regard, no longer want to continue this farce that is gradually becoming meaningless.

Viya, feeling embarrassed for her boss, lowered her eyelids slightly in disgust.

But she has lost all interest in that "celebrity-sponsored" thing now.

A certain father should thank this restaurant.

Although it is now dilapidated, it has perfectly stripped a teenager of the "internet celebrity" label that would have left a mark on her life.

Viya glanced at the Eastern sinner beside her, who had reverted to his previous indifferent demeanor, and said listlessly, "...Forget it, let's go. This place is filled with the bitter smell of short-sightedness and racial discrimination; it's making it hard for me to open my eyes."

The female demon always spoke in a drawn-out tone, full of disdain and mockery.

Because the commotion caused by ■■■ was too great, and the power difference was obvious, although she was not yet sympathetic to the group of demons who had been rude to her before, she did not want to stay here any longer.

Moreover, and more importantly, Viya always felt that the seemingly calm and collected man was planning something big—and she was very curious about what the suddenly silent Eastern sinner was thinking.

"Haha... Okay, darling."

The expressionless female demon's expression softened slightly after hearing her companion speak.

You turned to look at White Winington, who seemed to be still in a daze.

The other party seemed confused as to why they had provoked these two powerful figures, yet ended up escaping unscathed.

At least his life and soul were saved.

The current situation has a sense of absurdity that is difficult to assess.

You've encountered two monsters. One can shred your body and soul into pieces, while the other can make this life more painful than your last.

But after you had completely offended them, they did nothing and even left you some money.

As the saying goes, something unusual is bound to happen.

Feeling the completely stunned SFDD boss behind them and the mob that had scattered because there was no fun to watch, the boss named White Winington and the manager named Pete Washington who left the restaurant without hesitation with Viya probably won't be able to sleep tonight.

"Stop using that sex toy-like tail of yours to entangle me!"

After you walked out of the nearly destroyed door of SFDD, Billy, who had been thoughtfully given a breathing opening, struggled to reveal his mouth.

Before you could even open your mouth, seemingly lost in your own thoughts, the primal little devil that rushed up to you began hurling insults at you.

"Hey girl! Are you mentally ill?! Even though the Pride Ring doesn't have the advanced medical care of the Sloth Ring, there's still a hospital here!? Holy crap... who the hell is mentally ill, you or me?!"

The little devil, who seemed to have been driven to the brink of madness by your actions, held his forehead in disbelief.

"You mean, after all that messing around, you not only didn't kill them all, you didn't even sign the soul contract that sinners love so much with the shop owner? Are you crazy or am I crazy?!"

"Boss! Boss! Okay, okay... Take a deep breath, take a deep breath. Our employee benefits aren't enough to make you explode with anger, so go see a doctor!"

The IMP staff, seemingly used to Billy's state, stroked him as if he were about to pass out, like they were comforting a child.

"...I don't like signing soul contracts with others."

Looking at Billy, who was at least ten times more excited than you, you retorted with a bit of a laugh.

You feel that the other person's already flushed face has now turned red, along with the white patch.

"Is this important!?"

With a contorted expression and bulging eyes, Billy frantically stretched out his hands toward the sky, then flailed them wildly a couple of times.

"Of course it's important, it involves my personal reputation."

With a surprisingly serious expression, the Eastern Sinner extended a finger and explained calmly.

"I don't want people to run away when they see me. You know, I'm not the kind of demon who would be obsessed with other people's souls all day long and force or trick them into signing unequal treaties with me."

"...Oh! Wow! Should I draw a smiley face on your hand too?! Would you like me to reward you, ma'am?!"

Billy, whose cerebellum had been atrophied by a single sentence from ■■■, stared in disbelief at the seemingly dignified female demon before her.

He always thought that ■■■'s name was strange enough, but who would have thought that compared to her name and her particularly bizarre personality, which seemed even more strange in hell, it was nothing at all!

"..."

"If you want."

After a moment of contemplation, the female demon before him calmly extended her pale hand towards him.

"Please draw it on your wrist. If you draw it on your palm or the back of your hand, it will smudge easily."

You said this in a very serious tone.

Billys: "..."

Billy: "?"