Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 93 "But this compromise is not based on interests."

■■■ She's probably not the kind of demon who would hold a grudge against others. Sometimes she might just look angry, but it's actually just because of her quiet and aloof nature.

However, this time, it seems that Alastor was genuinely annoyed by Alastor's comment about "good girl".

On the way back, for some reason, the radio demon, who was obsessed with taking walks, suggested that we walk back.

When you thought about coming, he seemed to have said he wanted to walk over. Although you were still annoyed by Alastor's comment about "good girls," you ultimately accepted his choice.

You two went silent halfway through, it was incredibly boring.

But you didn't want to chat with the radio demon, who was at least not very talkative today, so you took advantage of your physical abilities to float around and look here and there, and even greeted the cameras that Vox had hung on the main road.

However, the Vox cameras seemed rather unhappy; every time you approached them, they would angrily turn their heads away, as if they were sulking.

...But then again, considering you overturned his car before, it's already a testament to his good temper that he didn't fight back.

However, she probably didn't know that the way she flew around with the Nebula on the Arrogance Ring Street didn't actually look very smart in the eyes of a certain sinner lord.

In Alastor's memory, ■■■ was mostly aloof, steady, and rational; whenever something noisy happened at the inn, he would habitually go to her side to avoid the commotion.

Because everyone knows you can't joke about ■■■, you're always surrounded by a comfortable and peaceful space, where even the jokes from that porn star can't be touched.

The difference between not being able to take a joke and not being able to take a joke at all is huge.

First, ■■■ is almost flawless; second, her remarks are always sharp and hit the nail on the head. In the entire inn, only Alastor can play language games with ■■■.

The Eastern Sinner habitually walks around the inn with his hands behind his back, his movements as light and agile as a swift.

When Alastor has nothing to do, he likes to sit on the single sofa in the inn’s lobby and watch ■■■ busy at the inn.

Because she is intelligent and quick-witted, and acts with composure and thoughtfulness, everything she does is pleasing to the eye.

Although her personality might not fit into this hellish place that was rotten from beginning to end, he also didn't approve of her overly principled character.

But at the inn of the daughter of the King of Hell, he was still quite pleased to have encountered a demon like ■■■…

However, this "star-studded" person, who doesn't talk much but whose behavior is completely different from that of ■■■, finally reminded Alastor of something.

For example, this woman whom he greatly admires simply appears more mature than most people in Shanghai, which may be related to her upbringing and experiences.

But in the end, she was just a young woman in her late twenties, not yet thirty; she wasn't an old-fashioned demon like him, who had been dead for almost a century—

...But no matter how many times you look at it, you still think it looks really dull.

The broadcast demon, walking quietly down the road, had his red eyes following the drifting black ray, but his outward demeanor was elegant and nonchalant.

However, his gaze never left that figure that fluttered around like a crow.

The size of the star-studded figure is really too big, but it seems that it is still using the old habits to move.

Sure enough, after a few thrashings, the Eastern Sinner, being too tall and with a cloak that was too big, tripped over a clothesline on the street and fell down.

The usually agile ■■■ fell flat and clumsy on the ground.

The female demon, seemingly still unaware of what had happened, stood up blankly from the ground, staring at the sky above, as if wondering what had caused her to fall from the sky.

After seeing ■■■ fall, Alastor, who had been silently observing her, froze for a moment before squinting and uttering a series of ambiguous "rustling" sounds.

...Perhaps in the boring cycle of arrogance, occasionally watching other intelligent people act foolishly without any inhibitions can be considered a rare and desirable form of entertainment.

The broadcasting demon stood still, elegantly straightening his collar, before slowly walking towards the ■■■ that was almost flat on the ground.

Although most Europeans cannot do the Asian squat, they can after becoming demons.

The slender male demon, holding his cane, squatted gracefully on the ground, his scarlet eyes fixed on the sinner from the East before him.

Wendigo's tattered striped suit jacket lay languidly on the brick floor beside him—like some kind of drooping tail.

At this point, Alastor seemed less concerned about cleanliness.

He just felt that the thing in front of him looked like some kind of paralyzed black pizza on the ground, which was quite funny.

But she herself didn't seem embarrassed at all. She just stood up from the ground, dusted herself off, and asked him suspiciously, "What are you looking at?"

"It's nothing, I just realized today that, in some ways, Miss ■■■ is actually quite adorably unaware and foolish."

Alastor, squatting beside you, propped his tilted head up with his hand, his melodious voice trailing off with an ambiguous smile.

"Oh~ my lovely, so adorable that it makes me smile."

The lanky male ghost's movements, which can only be described as delicate, coupled with his helpless expression as if he were looking at a child, and his unique and light voice, will give you goosebumps.

"...If you can't speak properly, you don't have to. Let's not force ourselves, okay? Okay."

You glanced disdainfully at the strange gentleman who was staring at you intently and seemed mentally unstable, then flew off to another location without a second thought.

The broadcast demon, who never liked being looked down upon, surprisingly didn't get angry at your disregard. He simply stood up slowly and then calmly smoothed out the wrinkles in his clothes.

Alastor felt that his gaze might look like that of someone looking at a small pet, but he knew that a powerful demon like ■■■ wouldn't obediently hand over its soul to him.

Although he had already neutralized the fangs that might harm him, he was still very much looking forward to what kind of surprise this clever lady would bring him—

But it seems like Miss ■■■ isn't very focused.

Alastor looked at ■■■, who had suddenly squatted down again and seemed to be doing something, and fell silent.

Earlier, when she ran up to someone's stroller and used her skull to blow smoke rings from her eye sockets at the little devil inside, he should have realized that ■■■'s personality was a bit... dull.

In order to figure out what ■■■, whose behavior had become childish after becoming the Stars' Enlightenment, was doing, Wendigo, whose mood seemed to have become somewhat helpless, maintained his proper smile and strode towards the mountain-like female demon.

Once he stood still, Alastor realized that the Eastern Sinner was squatting on the ground observing a bird-like creature native to the Arrogant Ring.

Alastor: "..."

Alastor: "■■■,■■■……■■■?"

Upon hearing Alastor's voice, you turned your enormous dragon head and glanced at him: "What?"

"...Darling, what are you doing right now?"

Out of politeness, the broadcasting devil bent down and asked you this question.

"Look at the bird."

Your reply was simple and precise.

"It's so ugly."

You tucked your hands into your knees and shook your head, a rare hint of interest appearing in your usually flat and even voice.

"But there's a bird in the human world that's a bit like it. We used to call it 'Quick-Foot,' because it loves to race, its little legs moving so fast it forgets it can fly... It's much cuter than that... Uh!"

Perhaps because it understood that you said it was ugly, the bird, which already looked ugly, suddenly opened its beak, which was split into four pieces, in anger at you.

You saw the bird's sharp teeth in its beak and its mouthparts, which were curled up and wriggling in the shape of a fleshy ball.

Before the hellish creature's mandibles could spring out of its throat, Alastor's dark shadowy tendrils swept past you at incredible speed, then killed the seemingly dangerous hellish creature as easily as crushing an insect.

He thoughtfully used his other shadow touch to shield you from the splattering blood.

After Alastor finished doing all this, he adjusted the position of his right one-way mirror.

"Perhaps you should change some of your old habits, my dear—even if you're capable of dealing with the creatures of hell, but... who knows?"

He turned his head and gave you a condescending, lazy look.

However, to his surprise, ■■■ did not tacitly acknowledge his statement and let the matter pass quickly as before.

The female demon, who seemed somewhat disappointed, lowered her enormous dragon-shaped skull and said in a low voice, "...How disgusting, I hate hell."

The muttering Eastern sinner's entire shadow slumped down, looking as if it had melted away.

Alastor was somewhat surprised to see the clearly emotional expression on the face of the person in front of him.

There's no doubt that the broadcasting demon hates dogs.

But you could consider him if he's like that, because he's really funny—and it's a different kind of funny than when you tease the Hell Princess.

Are you angry because I said I wanted to collaborate with 3V?

"……what?"

Perhaps because the topic was too abrupt, the male demon didn't immediately realize what she had said.

Alastor suddenly gripped his cane tightly, narrowed his eyes, and his smile turned slightly confused.

—When faced with sudden and unprovoked remarks, the Broadcast Demon habitually displays this expression, as if wary of the unknown.

"I thought you were angry because I attracted Vox, because you don't like him."

Standing up from beside Alastor, you looked down at the now petite Alastor and said bluntly, "If you really don't like it, then I won't cooperate with them... but I might have to think of other ways to spread the word about our opening."

“…My dear, you…”

In response to your overly blunt and uncompromising remarks, Alastor actually wanted to say, "Judging from your act of crashing the car, you don't seem to want to work with that flat-faced idiot at all."

However, after realizing that you had only been stating your position from that point on, he suddenly stopped what he was about to say.

■■■I'm not used to going out with Alastor.

Alastor was not used to such unjustified favoritism.

Demons always engage in equal trade. Whether strong or weak, they all desperately try to suck the blood out of each other. Whoever sucks the other to death first is the ultimate winner.

It's not uncommon for business partners in hell to turn against each other in the end. As cautious as he is, he will always maintain a bottom line of staying completely untainted in every transaction.

There is no absolute trust among demons, no eternal friends, only ever-secure interests and time, and a tiny, pitiful "friendship" based on their positions.

There aren't many demons that Alastor is willing to befriend, but even when it comes to Rosie, the sinner lord of that ogre town, he wouldn't be as recklessly biased as ■■■.

■■■ His unconditional trust and absolute protection puzzled Alastor.

Even though she was a demon with overwhelming power, her trust in a demon puzzled him.

Moreover, he wasn't the kind of demon who seemed to have an unspeakable secret with the little princess of hell.

The terms offered by Vox earlier were definitely very generous.

Unlike the female demon who started from scratch, although Alastor looked down on 3V, he had to admit, even if he didn't want to, that 3V's current power and businesses were practically all-powerful in the Pride Ring.

But she didn't even consider Vox's conditions; she simply stood on her own side without wavering.

The Eastern Sinner had become so loyal and upright that Alastor began to doubt whether she had been a soldier who died in battle.

The question that ■■■ asked now intensified Alastor's doubts, but due to her personality, Alastor also felt that it was indeed something she was capable of doing.

He actually understood that the only one who neither understood nor comprehended from beginning to end was himself, the demon.

The broadcasting demon, who could always speak eloquently and scathingly to everyone, suddenly fell silent.

A radio off-frequency sound, accompanied by a faint hissing sound, rolled in his throat.

Should he say he thinks Vox is absolutely stupid? Or should he say he doesn't care what kind of demons you invite to help your new business, and he'd actually be happy to see you use 3V to achieve your goals?

Emotionally, he really doesn't want to see Vox involved in your deal, but right now it's clearly more important to get a good result.

However, instead of making him choose, he respected him and provided him with alternative options that would put his mind at ease.

Clearly, Alastor doesn't feel cheap enough to be happy just because he receives respect from others.

What truly left him speechless was that while showing him respect, ■■■ had paved the way for everything, and she even knew he would trust her abilities.

The broadcasting demon, who had always cleaned up messes by himself, was not used to the feeling of someone covering for him... because the feeling was so strange that it made even the usually unmoved man feel uneasy.

"……up to you."

After a long silence, the broadcast demon finally spoke these words to you.

—It sounds a bit like giving up and abandoning one's efforts.

You hope this is just your imagination.

"Although we are business partners, you don't need to care too much about my thoughts, darling."

The sinful lord, as if just emerging from some kind of reverie, spoke in his usual flippant tone.

"The most important thing in any transaction is the result. You shouldn't let your partners affect your plans... but if you still care..."

"Then all I can say is that I will compromise with Miss's choice."

Upon hearing Alastor utter the word "compromise," even with a skull, you couldn't hide the astonishment that made you feel as if you'd seen a ghost.

"...and I want to remind you that my compromise this time was not based on self-interest."

you:"……?"

While you're still processing Alastor's nonsensical words, the ever-smiling Broadcast Demon throws you a meaningful laugh before suddenly turning into a shadow and falling to the ground.

By the time you realize what's happening, Wendigo, who was right beside you, has already disappeared.