Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 151 Who Taught His Bodyguard the Wrong - S01E06

"Did I look pretty silly just now? Or... did I look a little strange?"

Before your old acquaintance comes down to open the door to your apartment building, you suddenly turn to Alastor next to you and ask him this question.

The radio demon was unusually well-behaved today.

To be honest, you never imagined he would follow you all the way to Devil's Castle.

Although you've come to Little Devil's Castle today to resolve and deal with more than one matter...

But you're still surprised that Alastor didn't cause you the trouble you expected.

You still think he'll be the same as before—like treating causing you trouble as naturally as breathing.

However, it's not all bad that the broadcast demon is so obedient; at least you won't need to use most of your backup plans.

The dragon girl, who always seemed to have a lot on her mind, stared at the male demon beside her and looked him up and down.

"If you mean giving your wallet to a female slut... well, I have nothing to say, darling."

Faced with your sudden question, Alastor, with his hands behind his back, raised his head high and said this.

"Besides, this isn't the first time you've been this foolish."

He seemed to think for a very short time, but you might think that this brief moment of thought was just another way for Alastor to express his sarcasm.

Perhaps because your silence and gaze were too direct, the sinner lord, without turning his head, lifted his eyelids and gave you a leisurely sidelong glance.

However, he doesn't seem to care about your gaze.

Even if your scrutinizing gaze is almost offensive to a demanding demon.

"..."

"."

Upon meeting Alastor's gaze, your eye involuntarily twitched.

Driven by some subtle emotion, you belatedly looked away, and then silently activated your omniscient perspective.

Pretending to be looking at the horrific sight of the zero-dollar shop window on the street, the Dragon Girl was actually still silently observing the devil walking beside her.

What exactly are those difficult, intelligent people thinking?

'He's been unusually well-behaved today.'

That's probably what the Dragon Girl was thinking.

If you could get rid of his infuriatingly sharp tongue, Alastor would be more than worthy of the title "perfect travel companion".

Quiet and elegant, powerful and reassuring.

...like a rotten, thorny, gorgeous red bush.

The kind that bites.

"..."

Not wanting to argue with the demon anymore, the dragon girl opened her mouth and sighed after a long silence.

The good news is that you refrained from giving a response that would have been inherently aggressive.

And you'll notice that when Wendigo makes similar conclusions, his voice habitually takes on a strange, rising quality.

You don't know if this counts as a method unique to the devil...

Helpless, speechless.

Or perhaps they simply disdain it.

……

But you're still glad that Alastor didn't make too many harsh comments about your behavior.

Perhaps he will also reflect on your actions?

You couldn't help but turn back and glance at the other person's huge, unchanging smiling face.

In the presence of a wise old gentleman, ■■■ often seems to be caught in a battle of wits.

The dragon girl, her eyes filled with complex emotions, lowered her head after watching the broadcast of the demon for quite some time.

Your expression never changes as you look at your hands clasped together in front of you—

Perhaps you should still say something.

After all, at least for now, it's not appropriate for you and Alastor to have too much time to think.

"...Sir, I think I still hate hell."

Thinking this, you sighed and slowly raised your head, casually uttering a few words as if complaining.

When he heard you say that, Alastor raised an eyebrow slightly.

Because he remembered that not long ago, ■■■ seemed to have said the same thing—

...Oh, right, it was that time when the lady was staring at the hellish creature.

The broadcasting demon rolled its eyes imperceptibly.

'But isn't this just common sense?'

Alastor thought this was somewhat incomprehensible.

Ironically, perhaps only a soul with a personality like hers could fully understand what hell is like and what it means.

Hell is a paradise for the wicked.

Truly wicked people do not consider going to hell as a punishment.

How could fish from the sea survive in a stinking ditch? Their flesh is even cleaner.

Thinking this, the broadcasting demon slowly turned his head to look at the dragon girl beside him—

What a pathetic girl.

Wendigo's peculiar way of turning his head made him look like a rusty wind-up toy in the attic.

Perhaps Alastor in some parallel universe is making a huge "creaking" noise.

The demon raised his eyebrows.

"Unfortunately, your final destination is indeed here."

Alastor leaned on his cane.

"Why doesn't Miss simply use her great power to enjoy all this exhilarating scenery before her?"

The neurotic broadcast demon raised its volume and said this to you with great enthusiasm.

The real devil tilts his head at you in a distorted way.

You can see that his eyes are curved in a strange way at this moment, and the corners of his mouth are almost stretched to his temples.

"But what about that inn run by the innocent little princess of hell? Hmm?"

Before you could even show your disgust, Alastor pulled his head back and casually straightened his bow tie.

Do you also hate our shared entertainment assets?

Wendigo, with one eye open and the other closed, looks at you meaningfully.

When he said "shared entertainment assets," his tone made it sound like he was showing off something.

But you know that the other party is simply setting a trap for you.

The dragon girl raised one eyebrow.

As he said this, the broadcasting demon didn't even care what the final outcome of his words would be.

He simply enjoys seeing others show signs of anger.

"Thank you for your provocation, sir."

You smiled, calmly meeting the devil's amusement with a straight gaze, your tone completely flat.

"But whether it's the hotel founded by our little princess, or the demons within it, they are among the few things I care about and like in Hell—"

Even the infamous, notorious radio demon.

Would you be satisfied with this answer?

"..."

"呲呲-"

"Very good. (Fine)"

When you said that last sentence, you noticed that Alastor's eyes widened noticeably.

Because he was so close to you, you could clearly feel his body stiffen for a moment.

It's obvious that the Broadcast Demon doesn't like having overly close relationships with anyone...

You've always known how to deal with him.

"So, sir, is this something we have in common?"

Seeing that Alastor remained silent, you immediately pressed on with a slightly teasing tone, asking the rather unnatural-smiling old gentleman in front of you a question.

"..."

With a soft, flippant snort, Alastor turned away.

Like a demon who had suffered a setback, it withdrew all the parts that had invaded your space with a bored expression.

"No."

He gave this brief answer.

But the wild deer seemed to realize the dragon's purpose.

He glanced thoughtfully at the Eastern woman beside him who was deliberately feigning regret...

But he remembered that ■■■ would never have done such a thing before.

So, who exactly corrupted his personal bodyguard?

The broadcast demon narrowed his eyes.