Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 275 Don't Push Yourself Too Hard - S01E07

To be honest, you actually find it quite difficult to both train the demons of hell and persuade them.

The best candidates to form an army in Hell are actually the lesser demons. Although the lesser demons are savage and prone to cheating, they know how to fear and obey.

You can't threaten the complex and powerful nobles in Hell to recruit members for your army; befriending them takes a lot of time, and directly controlling their minds is too troublesome, the same applies to the Lord of the Rings.

As for the sinners of the Pride Ring...

You have to say, most of the sinners in the Pride Ring are still too individualistic.

...But maybe that's just how Westerners are? They wouldn't be much different even if they went to hell.

Most sinners lack discipline, and their stupidity, greed, lust, laziness, resentment, and desire for revenge are all written on their faces.

Imagine, any intelligent or sane demon would probably think that living in hell is as terrible and painful as being forced to eat feces every day—

However, the only cards you can currently use, excluding the Broadcast Demon, that bastard who recently kicked away the chessboard you just set up, are Fast, Christina, and Harlan Winington—three cards that have already been gilded and possess "absolute loyalty."

Putting aside the fact that if things continue at this pace, the speed at which you build your army will likely affect the formation of your future combat power.

So far, you even have to figure out how to get a group of untrained cannibals who fight on bloodthirsty instincts to fight against... the Angels of Death who have absolute mobility?

Furthermore, it's unknown whether the residents of Rosie's territory will use firearms, or even if they are willing to, or if they possess any special abilities.

……

Although it's an inappropriate thing to say, the future is truly bleak.

"..."

"Thank you for sharing, ma'am."

“I understand your difficulties. Even the greatest leaders have friends they can’t persuade. This is something that Shirley should consider… I also thank you for telling me about this and for telling Shirley as well.”

After hearing Rosie mention that there was a tough nut to crack among the cannibals, you felt nothing.

The dragon girl met the other's gaze, then gave her a slight bow, her words perfectly measured.

The question is about Rosie.

Given the current situation, if Shirley can't resolve it herself, even if violence is prohibited, there are a hundred ways to deal with this so-called "tough nut to crack."

To an ordinary sinful demon or a primordial demon from hell, you are the "genie" of the mortal world...

You don't believe anyone is so great and selfless as to resist the temptation of three wishes.

"...So? My dear, are you going to help that sweet little girl? She looks very uneasy."

While you were thinking, Rosie affectionately took your arm and, like an elegant lady holding the hand of her best friend or sister, asked you this question with concern and good intentions.

"Do not."

"Shirley Morningstar is the best Hell Princess."

"...And now, this place has completely become her stage."

"Please allow me to thank you in advance for not making things too difficult for her. She is still young and has a lot to learn."

The dragon girl, whose back was always ramrod straight, always had the habit of bending down to listen when the ogre lord spoke.

Faced with her meaningful words, which may simply stem from genuine concern, you politely thank her.

The ogre territory in the Hell-Arrogance Ring didn't taste as terrible or awful as it did in the center of Pentagram City.

After a bout of acid rain, a faint breeze carrying the scents of sulfur, vegetation, and food swept past the slender waist of the Eastern Sinner, lifting the hem of her dress and a few strands of her long black hair.

Unlike the flamboyant beauty of most sinners in hell, ■■■'s appearance could almost be described as plain.

She wore a distinctively Eastern-style outfit and had a tail that looked quite aggressive; she didn't have exaggerated or unique eyelashes and rarely smiled, making her seem out of place and unapproachable.

If you don't talk to her, she'll just be the "beauty" that most demons will maliciously tease based on her appearance, but in reality, the demons in hell probably won't like her.

...But it's truly amazing.

As her quirky, arrogant, neurotic, but always charming broadcaster "friend" put it.

■■■ So intelligent yet so humble, because it is hell, and therefore full of strangeness and mystery.

She had lived in this rotten, scorched earth of hell for who knows how long, and she believed she had seen quite a few demons.

Male demon or female demon.

But ■■■ is still the same… “special”.

This even forced Rosie to admit that the dragon girl in front of her was indeed likable in an objective sense.

Obviously, this is difficult for anyone to do.

"But darling, perhaps the word 'young' shouldn't be used to describe that 'princess of hell'."

"That incredibly sweet apple pie has survived in hell for nearly a thousand years!"

"Maybe you're the youngest person around right now, aren't you? Don't push yourself too hard, okay?"

Rosie patted your shoulder with an air of maturity, and as you turned to look at her with slight surprise, this mature woman, who was indeed much older, carefully straightened your cuffs like a concerned relative under your confused and embarrassed gaze.

"..."

"I understand... Thank you for your compliment."

You thought for a moment, then uttered these words dryly from your mouth.

Seeing your sudden awkwardness and confusion, Rosie winked at you mischievously and gave you a smile that could almost be described as "gentle".

Then, this woman, who was equally mysterious and difficult to understand to you, suddenly pulled out a megaphone from somewhere and started adjusting the knob.

"Alright! Now that our business is over, before I gather my people, is there anything else you wish to say to that little princess?"

The ogre lord looks at you with an expression that says, "I'm about to do something big."

Although her attitude clearly leans more towards teasing or joking, this lady, whose temperament always shifts between liveliness and maturity, will tilt her head back, close her eyes, and adopt a playful and smug posture.

"……OK."

You gave a simple reply, and then, with a short, melodious "Oh~!", you transformed into a black-winged kite with a distinctly pinkish belly under the hellish light.

The black-winged kite swiftly and lightly landed on the Hell Princess, who was standing with the Broadcasting Demon.

She fluttered her wings, slightly retracted her claws, and then shifted her position slightly on the blonde woman's shoulder.

Good afternoon, sweetheart.

Since transforming into a dragon in front of the public in Hell could be a bit troublesome (like accidentally sending someone to the afterlife), you could only gently rub Shirley with the softer feathers on your head.