Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 175 "Resurrection." - S01E06

"As this radio devil said, the potted plant is dead."

In the dazzling white light, the voice of [unclear] suddenly rang out without warning.

Her voice remained completely calm.

The demons could not see the dragon girl's face clearly in the light.

The female demon's flat, emotionless voice made her seem like a cold machine that had unexpectedly gained the ability to think.

But the dazzling light quickly dimmed until it seeped into the withered plant.

The dragon girl, meeting several pairs of unblinking eyes, suddenly smiled.

"However, this isn't the kind of scenario that's appropriate to unfold after a reunion—"

"So, I'll show you something different."

Before ■■■ finished speaking, the hair that was originally tied to the plant's roots had now become a pure white "thread" that shimmered with a faint light.

It merged into the body of the rotting plant, and then, amidst the exclamations of the little devils, stirred up the soil in the pot that was clearly too wet.

“Hey…listen, kids.”

"You should know."

(You should know that.)

"Life cannot be limited."

(Life will not be contained.)

"Life will break free from its shackles, expand its territory, and overcome obstacles."

(Life breaks free,Expands to new territories and it crashes through barriers.)

"This process will inevitably be painful, and may even be dangerous."

(painfully, maybe even dangerously.)

"...But that's life."

(But there it is.)

Life will find a way.

(Life finds a way.) (Note 1)

"That's always been the case."

(Always)

As soon as ■■■ finished speaking, the plant that everyone had sentenced to death suddenly miraculously came back to life.

After the dragon girl's hair completely melted into the soil, the rotten and smelly parts of the potted plant suddenly began to change color from a lifeless grayish-red—

It greedily absorbs the sudden vitality and nourishment until its leaves are full and abundant, each leaf as tender and bright as fresh blood.

...And so, in the blink of an eye, the dead plant was brought back to life from the hands of the sinner from the East.

It proudly trembled its leaves in her hand.

To announce one's rebirth.

"The damp soil rotted its roots."

You turn around and then squat down; while trying to make yourself look at the Yaki family at eye level, you turn your gaze to the two children whose eyes are full of excitement.

“If I give life a chance and a suitable environment, instead of criticizing and demanding things from it when I give it suffering, it will naturally thrive.”

"However, I still hope you can listen to Mr. Alastor's advice, take good care of it, and give it a good outcome for the opportunity it has been given, okay?"

The dragon girl squinted, as if forcing herself to smile as gently as possible.

She wasn't sure if the children had listened to her, but watching them happily examining the potted plant with the Yaki couple—

Your mood is probably not too bad either.

"Hmm... 'I didn't know you knew anything about growing flowers?'"

Just then, the broadcast demon's melodious voice suddenly drifted out from behind you.

Your pleasant mood was instantly shattered by the boomerang: "..."

'Even though he's an elder, he's still the kind of immature person who, upon realizing he's being ignored, immediately resorts to highly aggressive methods to get attention.'

Ever since that incident where he insisted on arguing with the King of Hell about who Shirley's father was, you can see that Alastor is "a boy until the end" (in a derogatory sense).

Thinking this, the dragon girl, suppressing the urge to roll her eyes, turned her head helplessly to look at the old gentleman who had somehow returned to the sofa.

"Is there any other surprise you haven't told me about?" He glanced casually at his fingernails. "Like your magical hair?"

Wendigo emphasized the word "surprise" so much that you couldn't tell whether he was satisfied or not...

Although Alastor's dissatisfaction with this matter is not really important.

But he was probably not satisfied.

After all, you've never seen anything that Alastor was satisfied with—

He made far more sarcastic and cynical remarks than he ever praised anything.

"This is activation, it's a power that belongs to my body, not some kind of magical hair."

You gave him this explanation in a cold tone.

"After my abilities are activated, my hair can serve as an excellent medium for transmission... and then revitalize some lives that can still be saved."

"Provided that they're not completely dead."

"...But isn't it kind of romantic to be forced into a life-or-death situation and then survive?"

At this point, you gave him a slight smile.

"Man-made miracles are not romantic; they only stir up the rotten mud in the cesspool and fill it with hope for a bleak future."

After hearing your explanation, Alastor, with his hands clasped, commented on your statement without hesitation.

"A pointless but classic cruel trick."

"But I like it very much."

The devil looks at you with a smile, his lips curling up in a wicked and exaggerated manner.

"..."

"Thank you, you're truly a miracle worker for curing romantic delusions." You rolled your eyes dramatically.

"You're welcome."

"..."

……

"So what kind of surprise would you like?"

Because the broadcast demon clearly still wanted you to say something, you looked at him with some helplessness and asked him this question.

"The apartment I used to live in was destroyed in a fire. At that time, I hadn't moved to the inn yet, but because Shirley came to me and said... well, anyway, after deciding to move to the Hell Inn, I no longer had to put up flyers to find a job."

Is this enough?

You, who have read and replied randomly, are staring intently at the devil in front of you.

"Oh... I really want to see the chef's embarrassed look. Haven't you ever thought about killing a few more people?"

Wendigo, with his eyebrows furrowed, rested his head on his hands.

He leaned back on the sofa and asked you this casually.

"Haha, you wish."

"So, for a young lady like you, killing someone and getting their wealth is harder than shamefully posting advertisements outside?"

Upon hearing this, Alastor immediately resumed his dramatic, broadcast-like tone, delivering sarcastic remarks to you.

"..."

"What do you think?"

You, who have never bothered to prove yourself, look down at the free-spirited red devil from your high position.

The radio demon, whose thoughts are impossible to fathom, is currently nestled in a single sofa.

The little devils' single sofa was still a bit too cramped for a tall, thin sinner lord.

Despite the fact that he was of a very aggrieved size, Alastor's movements still looked elegant and effortless.

He was lounging on the sofa in a seductively languid posture.

And you can just see the soles of his pointed-heeled leather shoes with deer hoof prints.

The male demon lazily raised his eyelids to look at you, like a clever wildcat who had only half-rested and was now reluctant to lift his eyelids to glance at the newcomer.

“I admit I might want to ask some other questions… but as you would have thought.”

"My patience has run out."

"So, I'd like to know, does the perfect chef have any plans for the time ahead?"

"Or perhaps you are aware of the promises you made..."

At this point, the broadcasting demon suddenly stretched lazily like a dozing cat.

With a slight murmur, you see his red hair and deer-ear-like fur fluff up, like a red bird spreading its feathers to bask in the sun.

"I want to know if the time you promised has arrived, my dear."

"I hope the chef understands that although devils are all bastards, we usually value our promises!"

"...Oh! But how funny! Even though devils have no integrity, we all value that!"

Perhaps because he thought his words were so insightful, the neurotic Alastor laughed maniacally.

Having long been accustomed to the way the broadcasting demon acted, the Eastern Sinner did not respond immediately.

After calmly observing the sinner lord before her for a moment, her hands tucked into her sleeves, she spoke in a detached tone:

"...Alright then."

"As you wish, sir."

"Although it's not actually the time I scheduled yet..."

"But I certainly don't want to talk about those things here."

"..."

"...In any case, please come with me first, sir."

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Note 1: Jurassic Park