Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 295 Scales - S01E08

You feel like the smile on the broadcast devil's face is twitching...

I don’t know if it’s an illusion.

However, you are still very satisfied that he actually shut up.

Looking at the announcer who was staring at you with narrowed eyes, you didn't say much, but suddenly lowered your head to him.

However, because of your serious criminal record, he seemed to be startled by your sudden behavior, and his entire body stiffened for a moment.

This sinner lord no longer seems to cast you the interested glances he used to...

Or rather, this guy, who is not afraid of any demons and is not so afraid of "death," looks at you with a gaze that is both "interesting" and a little wary.

However, the dragon girl simply put her hand inside the back of her collar.

The tight-fitting fabric accentuated the shape of her long, slender fingers.

Such a delicate and private gesture, done in front of a member of the opposite sex, is indeed a bit too bold.

Seeing the other party's sudden and subtle movement, the voice of the broadcast devil, which came from a conservative era, suddenly made a very obvious pause.

After a half-second silence, the sinner lord finally did something very unlike a demon from hell, but very much in line with his own style—

He shifted his gaze, no longer staring at the figure in front of him.

Clearly, a proper gentleman in the 1930s would not stare at a lady who was doing such a thing.

But soon, a unique, familiar smell of blood suddenly filled the air and quickly caught the attention of the broadcasting demon.

He immediately turned his head in surprise to look at the female demon who was frowning and fiddling with the back of his neck.

She seemed to remove something from the back of her neck before lowering her arm—

After she revealed her hand, a bright, familiar white flame began to burn in it.

It was probably because that "thing" was forcibly removed from somewhere, and the blood, so red it was almost black, swirled around the dragon girl's pale fingers.

Several streams of glaring red blood trickled down her hand, hanging like ribbons on a gift box.

Dragon blood dripped down, but disappeared into the air before it could soak into the carpet.

■■■ He held that thing in his palm, looking somewhat mysterious.

But it's clear that this female demon, who could endure soul-tearing pain, still suffered a pain that was enough to pierce her own heart when she removed "that thing."

■■■ She didn't speak immediately, but hesitated for a moment, clutching the thing she had taken from the back of her neck; but in the end, she walked toward the broadcasting demon who was standing there.

The sound of heels striking the ground caused the devil, who had been standing still, to unconsciously twitch his ears.

Under the gaze of the sinner lord, the dragon girl slowly extended her hand to him.

As the white flames gradually faded from her hand, she opened her palm, revealing a black scale.

……

The shape of that scale seemed to be the same as the one he had seen in Devil's Castle.

Perhaps because he hadn't expected to see one of the things he'd been pondering the meaning of at such a time, Alastor's eyes, which had been drooping with boredom, widened slightly.

'■■■That fair and delicate nape of the neck, the inexplicably missing corner on the back of the neck... formed an inverted triangle of scales.'

These scenes, which left a deep impression on the demon, flashed through the mind of the sinner lord.

A flicker of emotion, whether it should be called interest or curiosity, flashed across the devil's eyes.

However, due to the delicate relationship between him and ■■■, the unusually cautious and unarrogant Broadcast Demon simply stood quietly in place, trying to wait for the female demon in front of him to explain.

Moreover, it was only at this point that the announcer realized that a significant portion of the blood on the dragon girl's hand actually came from the scale in her hand.

It was a material that looked as beautiful as mica yet was so fragile... The back of it, which had once been connected to the Dragon Girl's neck, was now oozing blackish-red blood.

This life-giving reaction made the scale more like a "living thing" whimpering in pain than an inanimate object, which aroused the demon's curiosity.

"..."

"……so?"

Looking at the scales lying in ■■■'s hand, the broadcast demon did not move, only tilted his head slightly; his ears on the top of his head tilted down, and his face showed a kind of bewilderment that was hard to tell whether it was real or fake, and obvious confusion.

“These are my scales.”

“It’s my…heart protector.”

Looking at the demon before you, you remained silent for a moment before adding your second sentence.

"...Hmm." In response to your explanation, the broadcasting demon gave a short, affirmative sound. "So? Miss Chef, do you want to hear me praise how beautiful this scale is?"

"Do not."

Before he could say anything more that might cause a stroke, you calmly and decisively interrupted him.

"Actually, I've always had something called a heart protector on me."

"The Heart-Protecting Scales are my original body that I split off to save my life. There are only three in total, and there is no possibility of creating more."

The Eastern Sinner stared at the Sinner Lord before him, his hand hovering over his mouth, offering a cold explanation.

"Their strength depends on the user."

“They can protect me from fatal attacks, and I can decide how much of the damage these scales distribute to me, and whether the scales or I take the damage myself.”

“If an attack that could kill me were to be absorbed entirely by the scales, the scales would shatter. So I usually choose to let the three scales share the damage, which allows me to preserve these three heart-protecting scales and let them come in handy at crucial moments.”

"However, if it's just about saving my life, I would choose to let one of these three scales take all the damage—that would be like having three extra lives to withstand a fatal attack."

……

As you said those words, you noticed the broadcast demon's gaze shift from your face to the scales in your hand.

The gazes of sinner lords are mostly filled with curiosity or surprise... but they may also contain some subtle emotion that you cannot be entirely sure of.

However, this does not affect what you are about to say.

"But if I decide to give this scale to someone... then this scale will bear the harm for that person."

"However, since I handed over the scales out because I was worried that the other party would be fatally attacked, I will take the damage for the user in order to prevent the scales from breaking."

"...This also makes it easier for me to get to the scene immediately and solve the problem for the person who possesses the scales."

"I gave one of these three scales to Shirley."

"And now... this scale is yours."

"The Broadcast Demon."

You look quietly at the broadcaster in front of you, your tone completely flat.

However, a look of bewilderment or disbelief appeared in the eyes of the male demon before her... but perhaps she was more confused.

It's like I can't understand why you would make such a strange decision.

and so.

He didn't reach out to take what was in your hand.

"..."

"Okay, before that, let me explain something."

Looking at the demon in front of you who seemed genuinely confused by you, your mood wasn't exactly pleasant.

But you were indeed a little surprised, because the male demon in front of you didn't immediately take the life-saving artifact from your hand...

Did you think he would gladly accept—or was this one of the gentlemanly qualities of men in the 1930s?

……

Ugh.

After letting out a slight sigh, your hand and the corners of your mouth drooped slightly, but you continued loudly:

"Ok."

"Listen, broadcast... Mr. Devil."

"I'm sorry, at least for the idea that I thought you would run away before the Great Purge."

“But I’m only apologizing for this one thing. It has nothing to do with the grudge between us or the deal you made with Shirley in private.”

You look at the broadcasting demon in front of you with a complex expression, but your tone is serious and earnest.

“I am ashamed of my past slander against you because of my stereotype that ‘the other party is a cunning sinner lord who will eventually make a quick buck and leave.’”

"Because you chose to stay, therefore..."

"sorry."

"I should apologize to a warrior who was willing to risk his life to stay behind for the noble ideals of the Princess of Hell."

"At least this is the respect you deserve."