Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 246 Unless You Die - S01E07

...How dare that bastard look at her like that after doing all that?!

The white-haired female demon, whose expression remained extremely unpleasant, furrowed her brows and looked at the broadcast demon in front of her with a forced smile, like a baring canine.

She had naturally also seen Alastor's earlier attempt to conceal his wound—

But if you ask her, she'll admit she actually regrets not killing the Broadcast Demon; after all, only [name omitted] in the entire inn could truly kill this cunning sinner lord without any obstacles.

If we were to ask who in the entire Hell Inn most wanted Alastor dead, Vicky and Hesk would definitely be the first to raise their hands... It's a real shame, Vicky thought that ■■■ had also officially joined this camp.

It was truly a rollercoaster of emotions, with its ups and downs.

“I’m waiting~” The red devil, with a melodious voice, reached out and tapped the white-haired witch’s nose with a particularly unbridled gesture. “Making a gentleman wait is not very polite… uh!”

Without warning, Vicky bit down on the broadcast demon's finger; clearly startled by the fallen angel's attack, Alastor maintained his usual polite smile, but his wide eyes and slightly comical withdrawal made him look rather disheveled.

Alastor: "..."

"You don't actually know anything, do you? Our 'kind and approachable' inn manager?"

Angel, who inexplicably shared a tacit understanding with Vicky regarding the matter, teasingly raised the end of his eyebrow, then crossed his arms, leaned down with an ambiguous expression, and approached Alastor in front of him.

As expected, the latter's entire demon arched backward with force; making the already slender red-haired demon look as if she was about to fall backward...

"You know, that guy is practically a monster! Otherwise, how could there be someone in this world who doesn't need any social interaction and can live so comfortably?"

Seemingly pleased with Alastor's reaction, the Spider Sinner curled his lips into a meaningful smile, but his tone, though not directed at the Broadcast Demon, carried a subtle hint of amazement: "Hey, you know, a crazy woman like her from Porcelain Country will succeed at anything!"

Angel waved his hand.

"..."

"Oh!" Upon hearing this, the broadcasting demon twirled the staff in his hand and replied in a flippant tone, "I thought she was a good woman in your eyes."

……

Is this some kind of verbal retaliation?

Apart from Pantheon and Nefertti, all the demons present were momentarily speechless at the reply of a certain old gentleman.

“Oh ha! If you’re not crazy enough in hell, you’ll just become a dead woman… or end up in the same garbage dump with those gay men that nobody wants to sleep with!” Angel, who was the first to react, quickly retorted.

The broadcast demon's brow twitched slightly, seemingly unconcerned.

"Enough! I believe we didn't intend to cite such examples of human rights violations in the first place!"

Before Angel could utter any more awful remarks, Vicky rubbed her temples, her tone impatient, "You shouldn't use [redacted] as leverage in your arguments...! And I just need you to have a clear understanding! Even if you think [redacted] is your closest friend right now!"

She glared fiercely at Alastor, who remained unmoved.

"Hmph? Aren't we the same? Hahahaha..."

"...That's absolutely impossible!"

Seeing the demon's frivolous attitude, the short-tempered white-haired fallen angel immediately glared angrily, pointing his other hand at the demon's chin.

"At least Angel will reflect on what happened, but you bastard only think about yourself!"

"Yes, it's childish, but I'd love to see someone refute you—and it's quite obvious that the person who's closest to ■■■ in the whole inn is our Hell Princess."

Angel, who had interrupted Vicky's rant, gloated and added from the side, "'Sir,' oh~ you have to believe me, if you fall out with that freak ■■■ and you think you're so close to her that you'll be forgiven for anything you do... then you're very wrong, aren't you?"

"..."

Faced with the Spider Sinner's unbridled approach, the Broadcast Demon initially turned his head away with a slightly disgusted expression.

The sinner lord, who usually wore a smile, frowned unhappily and narrowed his eyes; chaotic broadcast frequencies flickered in his throat, but for some reason, it was impossible to tell what was making him angry.

...But when Alastor makes that expression, it's usually to express his dissatisfaction.

Or has he ever been convinced by anyone?

Looking at the male demon in front of her, whose expression remained completely unchanged, Vicky's lips twitched involuntarily.

She still admired that ■■■ was willing to associate with such a person—clearly, this jerk didn't care about anyone! ...except himself!

Look at him, acting like it's none of his business! He's simply enjoying the care that ■■■ gives him, and then, like a vampire, he keeps sucking blood from a powerful demon! Sucking what he wants and needs!

...The broadcasting devil made absolutely no sacrifices!

Vicky glared angrily at Alastor, her hands, which had been hanging by her sides, clenched tightly together; as if she were actually gripping the neck of some devil.

Even as a former exorcist angel, she knew she had failed in her duty.

She should have kept Shirley and [unclear] away from such a terrible guy a long time ago. She should have kept a close eye on this detestable sinner lord the moment she learned that [unclear] had made a deal with Alastor…

Unfortunately, for her now, these are just belated fantasies.

"Ho..."

“But I must remind you, Alastor—no matter what you think.”

The fallen angel, who seemed too lazy to explain much to the broadcasting demon, frowned. She first snorted coldly, and then gave a cold warning with an ugly expression.

"■■■ has always been a very stubborn person."

Even if you don't care about her at all, and even think she would never lay a hand on you... you'd better pray you haven't fallen out with her, right?

Based on ■■■'s reaction, Vicky had already deduced that the relationship between the inn's chef and manager was almost at its lowest point. Suddenly, she curled the corner of her mouth slightly.

Facing the provocative and malicious contemptuous gaze of the broadcasting demon, the bad-tempered female demon, surprisingly not flaring up because of the other party's attitude, crossed her arms and then, mimicking the other party's expression, gave a somewhat amusing "warning."

"I wonder if ■■■ ever told you a long time ago that she actually has a terrible temper?"

"But I guess you probably don't know, do you? Mr. Dogshit Megaloman?"

She let out a few low, sarcastic laughs.

"■■■ is absolutely..."

"A woman who will never turn back."

"Unless you die in front of her, if you anger her—"

Looking into Alastor's eyes, which were glowing with a soft red light, the white-haired former exorcist angel stepped forward without fear.

Vicky, who was slightly shorter than the sinner lord, was now subtly showing an intention to overwhelm her opponent in terms of imposing presence.

Vicky's pale pink eyes reflected bright golden pupils; despite having only one incomplete eye, at this moment, the girl's eyes were stunningly beautiful and radiant.

"Unless you die."

She looked at the red-haired devil in front of her and spoke clearly, word by word.

"If I say this, can you understand just how stupid you've been?"

"Unless you die in front of her."

"Alastor".

The fallen exorcist angel spoke these words, but his eyes concealed a schadenfreude that could even be described as malicious—

"Unless you die."

"otherwise……"

"She will never give you another extra glance."