Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 166 "A Simple and Pleasant Conversation" - S01E06

"..."

"So, should I interpret Miss's shockingly long speech as veiled criticism, or some kind of sarcasm?"

Alastor, leaning on the edge of the table, raised one eyebrow.

He looked at you, his tone light and tactful.

...But the sinner lord pronounced the word "sarcasm" in such an ornate and flamboyant way that it was almost unbearable!

You can almost picture Alastor beaming with pride as he drew a perfect cursive tail after the word.

"...But why can't this just be a simple and pleasant conversation?"

"Just like every time you've ever said that to me in the past?"

You shrugged at him nonchalantly, then repeated what he had said to you in the past, in a relaxed tone.

"People always like to put everything they see into their minds, and then interpret it from their comfort zone as they want to see it."

"Praise, insults, and veiled criticisms..."

As you said this, you raised your eyebrows and stared intently into Alastor's red eyes.

But you don't intend to see anything in his eyes.

Because you don't need it.

"Just like the current situation we are facing right now."

"Although I've talked to you for so long, you don't really care what I said; what matters is what you think, right?"

You curled the corners of your lips, your expression carrying a hint of helplessness.

"..."

Faced with your nonchalant attitude, Alastor's eyebrow twitched imperceptibly.

But he soon let out a few laughs from his throat that sounded more like defiant and sarcastic than joyful.

...So you guess he originally intended to say something.

"■■■! Mom said you bought apples! I want to eat the rabbit-shaped ones!"

"Jamie...Mom said we can't bother her when she's cooking...We already had some snacks..."

It's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive at the right moment.

Two little devil cubs suddenly burst into the living room.

They broke through the sound barrier you set up without you even noticing, and then, like two little red puppies, they jumped into your arms.

The harmless innocence of childhood descended like a flock of chirping sparrows.

This sudden and unforgivable turn of events perfectly silenced the sinful lord.

The crimson devil, with an elegant posture, gripped his cane tightly, staring displeasedly at the two noisy little ones in your arms, a murmur rising in his throat.

...But it's clear that the backstabbing and infighting among adults should indeed come to an end.

Now is the time for the children.

"The children's birthday is in a few days, sir. Perhaps you should play the good guy a little longer."

After deliberately ignoring the demon's displeasure, you gently patted the two noisy little devils.

Only after the other party's annoyed hissing started to crackle like a malfunctioning radio did you reluctantly raise your head to look at Alastor, whose face was filled with obvious disdain.

He started making that same expression as the bad neighbor in "Desperate Housewives" again.

The kind of bad man who would kill his neighbor's annoying pet and bury it in his own garden.

Not only that, he would probably also flash his gentlemanly and charming smile to the heartbroken woman who was devastated by the loss of her pet dog in the morning...

He's the kind of male ghost who's completely self-centered, childish, and violent.

"..."

"Please forgive me, but I don't like children."

Even the broadcasting demon, who was leaning back intentionally, said succinctly, "However, eating is a different story."

Alastor frowned, closed his eyes, and chuckled maliciously a few times; with his other hand, he elegantly adjusted his one-way mirror.

"...But I can't leave. Consider it helping out my business partner. After all, we still need to eat on time, right?"

You deliberately ignored the obviously ominous keywords in his words and instead said this to him in a pleading tone.

Upon hearing your unexpected request, Alastor, unusually, did not immediately refuse the extra "trouble" that he clearly disliked.

He might be happy to help you kill something or taste your cooking... but being a nanny is a bit ridiculous.

Moreover, there shouldn't be any normal demon in the entire hell who would dare to let a tyrant with a volatile temper take care of a child.

……

But clearly, ■■■ is not that kind of normal demon.

"..."

After staring at you with an unhappy expression for a long time, and making sure you were serious, Alastor rolled his eyes impatiently.

A disgusted "uh-huh" rolled out of the devil's throat like vomit.

"...Okay~ (fine)"

Alastor deliberately dragged out the sound of the word "good".

The old gentleman, whose tone was extremely sarcastic, didn't say much, only habitually turning his cane around once.

Meeting your gaze, the seemingly reluctant sinner lord put his hands behind his back and turned around with a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Come on, my pathetic little devils, even if it's just for your dinner!"

The scarlet devil announced this to the little devils in his exaggerated and high-pitched broadcast voice, like that of an opera singer.

"I regret that I am not a flautist at this moment, children! Perhaps I should be enjoying a meal in a cave!"

(Here, Alastor refers to "The Children of Hammern," which tells the story of a flute-playing bard who helped the people of the time to get rid of the plague, but was falsely accused of deliberately releasing rats to cheat people out of money. In a fit of anger, he lured all the children in the town to a cave and brutally murdered them.)

"..."

"You'd better not."

Knowing what Alastor was referring to, you coolly reminded him of this.

But perhaps because he was not happy, the broadcasting demon deliberately ignored your warning.

The good news is that Alastor's always dramatic and passionate performative personality has captured the attention of children.

Upon being greeted by the unfamiliar, tall, and gaunt male ghost, the little demons exchanged glances and then happily followed behind the wild deer.

Seeing this scene, you were initially quite relieved to be able to have some peace and quiet...

But you soon realize that things are not as simple as you thought.

"Sir! Sir! Why are you laughing so ridiculously?"

"Sir! What is that stick? Why does it have a moving eye on it?"

"Sir! Are you a deer? Do you have a tail? Or have you hidden your tail?"

"Sir...why does your voice always sound like it's coming from a radio? Everyone uses cell phones these days..."

"Zizzi——!"

"Hey... listen to me, you annoying little brats."

"If you don't want to become a devil's breakfast, then keep quiet...!"

……

……well……

■■■Standing in the kitchen, she covered her face with her hands, looking somewhat pained.