binnovel Chapter 90: A Beauty That Breaks the Laws
Chapter 90: A Beauty That Breaks the Laws
After Alastor shrugged at you to indicate his agreement to your bodyguard's request, you nodded at your massive dragon-bone head.
After explaining everything to the broadcasting demon before him, the Eastern Sinner suddenly scratched his face lightly with his paw and said:
"Oh, right, I almost forgot about the star-studded entrance ceremony. No wonder Harlan didn't recognize me just now..."
"I am looking forward."
"..." Don't expect that kind of thing!
Meeting Wendigo's intrigued gaze, the nearly four-meter-tall Eastern sinner didn't waste any time.
The enormous body, which had been silent, suddenly sprang up from its spot like a whirlwind.
Stars emerge from His night-like body, and clusters of gentle yet aggressive nebulae surround you and Alastor like flowerbeds.
'He is the evil sown by the universe, therefore His appearance is always accompanied by nebulae that surround Him like subjects.'
This is an abstract declaration written by an account on the internet that estimates your whereabouts.
However, aside from certain reasons, the biggest factor in your use of Nebula Magic is actually that you want the Stars to be more recognizable... just like the origami cranes and recipes you always leave behind.
Forget it, if it's something the demons of hell want to make up, they'll dare to make up even the most outrageous things—you recently saw that the Stars' Personal Revelation is another six-winged fallen angel, and that's just a ridiculous rumor!
...You're crazy, you laughed for no reason.
Netizens in hell don't care about making up stories; they might actually attract the King of Hell.
"Ha... I never expected the chef to have such an unexpectedly romantic side."
Just before your figure began to shrink back to its previous size, Alastor, who had been standing gracefully in place, suddenly spoke up and said this.
He reached out and gently touched the nebula surrounding you.
Milky mist-like clouds swirl around the blue-purple nebula, carrying tiny stardust that sparkles like glitter.
With Wendigo's movements, they slipped through his fingers like a river flowing in the air.
A chill and a sense of unbridled freedom swept across Wendigo's spine, this mysterious power exciting and thrilling him.
Alastor squinted at the figure beside him, rubbing its head with its paws like some kind of animal, seemingly lost in thought.
"...Romantic? It's just like how you always talk on the radio."
Somewhat puzzled as to why the other person would say such a thing, you moved your enormous dragon-bone head close to Alastor.
He seems to quite like your little tricks—
Although you always thought that if there were an award for the most unromantic guesthouse, Alastor would definitely be at the top of the list.
After all, he doesn't seem like someone who would like these things, much less someone who would be obsessed with them... I never thought I'd hear the word "romance" from his mouth in my lifetime.
"This will turn into poison when I am hostile to you, but when I am not hostile, it's like..."
Seeing the other person remain silent, you, lacking any sense of romance, leaned closer to them and explained in a dry voice what you had to say.
"A cluster of roses in the human world."
The foreign gentleman, known for his startling remarks, spoke first.
you:"……?"
Seemingly amused by your stunned reaction, after uttering this somewhat strange statement—at least to him—he lightly tapped your head with his cane, his tone light and teasing: “How befitting of you… You’re even willing to use magic that other sinners could never learn in their entire lives to do this—like making this hopeless rotten place bloom.”
"Perhaps in some ways, unlike our little princess from hell who wants sinners to go to heaven, this is probably your dark humor, my witty sweetheart."
Alastor's tone made all his remarks sound like the kind of old-fashioned love talk that only people from his time would say.
However, the radio demon's status as an elder softened the greasy and frivolous nature of the sweet talk.
When the man, who has never been associated with love, said these words, he was more like an elegant gentleman entering a bookstore from the rain. He casually gave the bookstore owner a bouquet of chamomile and then left without looking back.
"So, let me see... what trouble we're going to have to deal with next?"
Alastor, leaning on his cane and standing beside you, seemed unconcerned about your reaction to his earlier remarks; he simply stood there with an air of elegance.
However, his impeccable suit and refined demeanor made him look less like a fearsome demon... or a bodyguard.
You stood there, gazing absently at his somewhat thin back.
To be honest, you still haven't gotten used to going out with Alastor as a trading partner.
Somewhat unaccustomed to the Broadcast Demon's attitude as he appeared alongside the Eastern Sinner, he opened his mouth with a clicking sound, and then, like a light, floating shadow, was surrounded and squeezed by the Nebulae to Wendigo's side.
After you landed with Harlen, who was probably unconscious, a familiar figure hurriedly ran out of the SFDD.
It's White Winington.
"Ah~ it looks like our target has arrived."
Alastor, who immediately saw through the deception, slowly spoke to you, who was instinctively crawling beside him.
"...If he doesn't behave in a little while, you can try to scare him, I won't stop you."
You whispered something in Wendigo's ear, in a voice only the two of you could hear.
Before you could say anything more, your face was lightly tapped by Alastor, probably near his ear.
Oh, was it because you were too close?
Seeing that Alastor didn't turn around to look at you, and knowing that he dislikes close contact, you subconsciously wanted to take a step back, but he was clearly faster than you.
Before you did that, he had already familiarly wrapped his arms around your long dragon skull from bottom to top, pressing it against his slender body, and greeted White Winington in a high-pitched voice.
...Didn't you just say you didn't like close contact?!
With Alastor pressed against your chest, you're biting your exposed dragon teeth so hard they're making a grinding sound.
"Oh! What a wonderful day, sir! The radiance of arrogance is always so alluring, with sinners running rampant everywhere, the stench of the streets, and blood everywhere!"
The radio demon, who seemed utterly unconcerned about how terrifying his appearance and reputation were, spoke in a highly emotional tone, as if he were singing an opera.
"Perhaps you wouldn't mind our visit?"
He feigned surprise, widening his eyes and speaking in a loud voice.
White, who had just escaped from SFDD: "..."
When White Winington first saw the announcement from the stars, he felt that his store had been blessed by the god of fortune after suffering a great calamity.
However, upon seeing the blood-red Broadcast Demon, which was significantly more conspicuous than the pitch-black creature, White, who had been all smiles, immediately adopted a grief-stricken expression, as if he had lost his parents.
As is well known, the reputation of those personally initiated by the stars is at two extremes compared to that of the sinner lords.
The main reason why the demon in the Pride Ring loves the stars so much is that the eccentric demon is like a bluebird in hell that brings happiness to others.
Although the Lone Ranger, Stars, always uses harsh words to comment on the restaurants he visits, he has a unique eye and is elusive, so much so that even the strongest paparazzi team in the Pride Ring can't catch him.
He neither accepts payment nor invitations, and He doesn't even take the sinful lords, whose pride strikes fear into the hearts of most demons, seriously.
Because He can travel throughout Hell, but His main area of activity is still the Pride Ring, some people speculate that the Stars are the original nobles of the Pride Ring.
However, since the appearance of the Star God did not match the characteristics of nobles, the Circle of Pride arose again, speculating that He was actually a great figure newly fallen from Heaven...
In short, this "celebrity-owned" figure in the culinary world always acts with a strong sense of "as long as I'm happy, that's all that matters."
But it is precisely because of this strong personal style and almost unsolvable mystery that most demons in the Pride Ring praise this "fearless of power" demon.
Such hype can bring a restaurant enormous wealth and fame, which is also the biggest reason why everyone in hell hopes that celebrities will personally visit their stores.
The Sinner Lords are the complete opposite of the Stars.
They were the local tyrants who divided up the entire Arrogance—or, more accurately, the gang leaders.
But most sinners would refer to the sinner lords as bandits from hell.
As is well known, sinner lords usually have their own businesses, such as Zestiel, Camilla, and 3V.
Because of their numerous "supporters," most of them possess vast financial resources and control the economic lifeline of the Pride Ring. As the highest level of the entire hell, the Pride Ring is essentially the capital of hell.
Even if the nobles and the original demons do not recognize the sinner lords, they still need the sinner lords to run everything... and as the maintainers of the capital, the sinner lords' value is self-evident.
Of course, the most terrifying thing about the sinner lords is the souls they possess.
As local tyrants of the Arrogance Ring, the millions of souls of sinner lords who already possessed great power only made their strength even more terrifying—and among them, the most notorious could not be an exaggeration to call them broadcast demons.
Most sinner lords rely on their own abilities to subdue the souls of sinners scattered throughout Hell... but the Broadcast Demon seven years ago directly launched an indiscriminate and violent massacre across the entire Pride Ring!
Among those killed in this massacre were some long-established sinner lords.
Although the broadcasting demon disappeared for a long time, that doesn't diminish the fact that he can defeat hundreds or thousands of sinners like them.
...But White was still very curious about how this smiling demon could be acting with the Bluebird from their hell.
This person, personally identified by the stars, has nebulae floating around him as a form of identification!
Looking at the enormous creature standing behind the Broadcast Demon, White swallowed hard, his tail involuntarily tucking between his legs.
Could it be that the Stars are being threatened by this sinner lord who is terrifying both seven years ago and seven years later?
"...Hmm? It seems our restaurant owner might need some power or threat to motivate him?"
Seeing that the sinner in front of him remained silent, and that Alastor seemed to have little patience for his fellow men, Alastor frowned, squinted, snapped his neck, and tilted his head in one smooth motion, looking terrifying.
“We’re here today to pay off your brother’s debts and then take him with us.”
Before Wendigo could utter any more threats, you added this last sentence.
How much money does your brother owe you?
When you said you were there to pay off your brother's debts, White was visibly stunned.
Clearly, this debt repayment team has an excessively luxurious lineup.
One is the currently powerful Star Lord, whom the top three sinner lords are vying to win over; the other is the Broadcast Demon, who disappeared for seven years but has reappeared with undiminished strength and is a frequent topic of discussion on the internet...
Looking at the terrifying combination in front of him, which seemed more like debt collectors than debt repayment, White would have suspected he had broken a divine law if he hadn't been aware of his own abilities.