Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 148 He's practically a superman - S01E06

...It was a truly devastating smell.

After taking a bite of that cheese sausage, you feel like your entire face has gone numb.

Perhaps the hot dog wasn't that bad, but your extraordinary sense of taste made you feel like your mouth had been punched hard.

After you go to hell, the only sense you won't lose is your sense of taste... because your profession is a chef!

...Why did you choose to become a chef, only to end up eating this horrific food?!

……

Although the broadcast demon raised an eyebrow with interest the moment he saw the dragon girl eat the crumb of cheese hot dog.

However, the demon simply didn't have the time or energy to pay attention to the sinner lord's reaction—

Even the Dragon Girl's usually cold expression cracked open with a very obvious fissure because she couldn't withstand the destructive aura.

With a tense expression, she first covered her mouth with her hand, her face contorted in an unpleasant manner, and then slowly covered her entire face.

You feel like you're chewing on a piece of leather boot that's been overcooked and is moldy, the kind that's been sitting in a pot of soup.

...It was absolutely the worst food ever!

You feel a huge "vomit" sound swinging in your throat.

As for Alastor?

Alastor is watching you.

With a calm, but gloating attitude.

The dragon girl, who always appeared very dignified and composed, covered her lips with her hand, her face ashen.

In her other hand, she still stubbornly held onto that cheese hot dog that didn't look very appetizing.

Perhaps it's because she changed into a completely different style of outfit today?

■■■ Her huge braids and the decorations tied to them gave her a kind of innocent and silly cuteness.

...Or perhaps it's because she's naturally very young?

The seemingly unhurried broadcasting demon maintained his usual smile, quietly watching the sinner from the East before him.

Although he used to do this simply to amuse fools, well...

Looking at the pale-faced man in front of him, whose shoulders were trembling from disgust at the food, Alastor unusually refrained from offering any harsh criticism.

'Hmm, I really hope his chef realizes...'

'After tasting her cooking, all other food in hell is no different from hazardous waste.'

However, because the broadcasting demon wanted to stare at his pathetic little fool a little longer, he said nothing.

Feeling that he hadn't been in such a good mood in a long time, Wendigo tilted his head back and swayed slightly with delight.

……

Although Alastor didn't say anything, you felt that you could sense his silent mockery.

All I wanted to do was eat this hot dog and then tell Alastor that my taste wasn't so bad after all. I never imagined things would turn out this way.

...You just want to solve the problem.

You don’t want to be stuck in one place arguing with Alastor, even if the Demon seems to be thoroughly enjoying it!

After splitting your soul in two, you, who retain only a small portion of your emotions, are still unable to deal with a demon...

But how can this be allowed?

Having been so disgusted by the food that your mind was filled with colorful stars, you painfully covered half of your face with your hands.

Now that stench has started to assault your nasal cavity!

Damn sensory amplification... You should have turned down your sense of smell and taste when you ate this hot dog!

...As expected, being a chef has its downsides!

But what are you thinking? Why would you think of Alastor when you're eating something that tastes bad?

The dragon girl, who had urgently lowered her sense of taste, felt that she was about to cry because this hot dog was so unpalatable.

Is the broadcast demon still standing in front of you, staring at you, just like before?

Your entire magical brain, scrambled by your heightened sense of taste, vaguely glimpses the red toes of Wendigo shoes.

……

Then, you feel a burning sensation of shame wash over your cheeks.

Unable to even lift your head, you seem to have nothing to do but stare at a gentleman's shoes.

A strong desire called "giving up" takes over your brain, which seems to have lost its ability to think.

The unpalatable cheese hot dog probably never imagined that it would become the last straw that broke the camel's back.

—And so, you gave up.

What are you doing?

After a long, long silence, the Dragon Girl suddenly let out a long, deflated sigh.

What I mean is, I'm sorry.

Upon hearing what you said, Alastor's eyes immediately widened in surprise.

So, things have come full circle.

Although Alastor is a complete jerk, considering his character...

If he were to save someone for the first time ever, but that person forgot about him, or even doubted him for no reason, Alastor would definitely be angry.

But why?

why?

Why was it Alastor who saved you? What was he thinking? He doesn't seem like the kind of demon who would do something like this.

Since waking up, you are filled with questions and can't help but look up at the broadcast demon in front of you, who is smiling but has wide-open eyes.

Why does he look so confused?

You stared intently at him, your lips pressed into a straight line.

After waking up, you simply cannot understand how a demon with Alastor's personality could put himself in such an unknown crisis.

...Because you don't understand his motives, you can't comprehend all his unusual behaviors!

However, your behavior is indeed illogical and only conforms to your own stereotype of the broadcasting demon.

So you really need to apologize.

You silently withdrew your gaze from Alastor.

...Perhaps even the devil can feel sadness.

Even though he seems to be the type who has no heart.

……

……

"Hey, listen, I... I don't know what happened, because I have so many things to deal with..."

It's unusual for you, who isn't usually so outspoken, to say this to Alastor so awkwardly.

You feel your voice sounds dry and lifeless, like a fish out of water trying to speak by pulling at its internal organs.

"Sir, if you are unhappy because I ignored your feelings... I am truly sorry, I did not mean to."

Since her resurrection, the dragon girl, who always seemed exhausted, lowered her head slightly, making her look like a child who had made a mistake.

But that may not matter.

"I just... don't know."

The Eastern sinner, who seemed to talk faster than he thought, turned his head away somewhat awkwardly.

She no longer looked directly into the eyes of the broadcasting demon, her voice filled with melancholy.

“I’m sorry, sir, I just hope I didn’t mess things up.”

"As you can see, I've made a huge mess of things, so I..."

You, who rarely show any other expression on your face, unconsciously revealed a very faint trace of unease.

The dragon girl, seemingly shaken, had somehow hidden her hands in her sleeves.

She lowered her long eyelashes, speaking softly and slowly as if to herself.

"I shouldn't have made things like this."

"I can't let things get this bad."

"But how could this happen? I shouldn't have lost control in front of others."

"If I can't do things perfectly, what's the point of my existence?"

"I……"

"..."

Looking at the dragon girl in front of him, who seemed to be acting somewhat neurotic, Wendigo lightly twitched the tips of his ears.

The broadcast demon, who could clearly hear every word spoken by ■■■, couldn't help but let his smile grow wider and wider.

At this moment, he was like a true elder, looking down at the Eastern sinner who was bowing his head in front of him.

Perhaps she will be his favorite beautiful tragedy, and also his most beloved foolish junior...

Or rather, a colleague? A private bodyguard? A business partner? Or—

What is meant by a life-or-death friendship?

Alastor was still smiling.

He had never seen such an awkward yet self-centered apology in hell.

A being powerful enough to overturn the entire hell is actually questioning its own worth and apologizing to a devil who poses virtually no threat to it...

What a rare and delightful sight!

"..."

"Wonderful."

The broadcast demon's ornate enunciation floated down lightly.

You suddenly raise your head and look at the composed old gentleman in front of you.

He seemed to deliberately ignore your gaze, only using his hand to lift your long hair, and then stroking it as if petting his own pet.

"Poor little guy, you've really made a mess of everything."

Alastor said this in a flippant tone.

Faced with the sinner lord's words, you took a breath, puffed out your cheeks, and silently blocked the words you wanted to say with a wisp of air.

"But I guess you should learn to relax, my little sweet pie."

Wendigo's voice grew slower and slower.

The male demon, who seemed to be in a surprisingly good mood, had slightly curved eyes, making him appear both cunning and dangerous.

But his lazy yet effortless demeanor reminds one of a cat teasing a mouse...

Or perhaps it is a fox lurking in the shadows.

"Learning to relax properly is very important! I don't want to see our perfect inn chef explode from too much pressure—what do you think? Hmm?"

The demon, twirling your hair strand by strand with its fingers, pressed its knuckles against its sharp teeth.

Alastor guessed that he probably just wanted to have some fun.

But when he saw the dragon girl's expression, he felt as if he choked up.

■■■'s expression carried a kind of straightforwardness that he couldn't quite describe.

It's common knowledge that those who go to hell are all scum and bastards.

Unlike the innocent and kind eyes of the little princess of hell, ■■■'s eyes held a certain…

His straightforwardness is almost to the point of seeming silly.

It's like you know she'll keep going straight for the next ten seconds until she crashes into a wall.

……ha.

"But congratulations, sweetheart, perhaps I ultimately couldn't win you over."

Wendigo put his hands behind his back.

He raised his head high, his tone carrying a hint of ambiguous regret.

"I accept your apology."

With only one eye open, Alastor, looking down at you from a high place, casually tossed out these words to you.

But strangely, you feel like you've heard him say that somewhere before...

Perhaps Alastor said something to you before?

You were momentarily stunned, not quite able to react immediately.

However, to your surprise, after readily accepting your apology, Alastor suddenly and gracefully... picked up the thing that was resting between you two—

This cheese hot dog stick is the worst it's ever been.

Your eyes widened instantly.

Oh... really?

Really? He's going to eat this awful cheese hot dog?!

The dragon girl's eyes sparkled like stars as she pursed her lips, even though she didn't speak.

She seemed to think she was still that reserved and restrained little dragon.

...But that's not actually the case.

Like a naive child, a glimmer of expectation appeared on her usually indifferent face.

Perhaps the dragon girl, who is almost a mother, would only show such an expression in front of a qualified elder.

The sinner lord opened his mouth, filled with sharp teeth, to a size that could only be described as terrifying—

Then, he swallowed the cheese hot dog stick, skewer and all.

"..."

He's practically a superman.

The dragon girl, her eyes wide with surprise, couldn't help but clap her hands at the devil in front of her.

At least this time, her worship of the radio demon must be genuine.

A valiant warrior of taste buds!! The most fearless radio demon!!!

The sinner lord elegantly conjured a handkerchief out of thin air and then gracefully wiped the corner of his mouth.

He seemed quite pleased with the subtle, shining gaze and the genuine applause from ■■■.

"Many things are just that simple, aren't they?"

With droopy eyelids, Alastor lazily tossed the handkerchief he had used to wipe his mouth onto the ground.

Before it even touched the ground, the handkerchief was completely consumed by a burst of green flames.

"However, I hope that next time the chef won't just randomly choose an unpopular snack shop to treat us."

He tilted his head to look at you, his expression showing some disdain.

Looking at the broadcast demon's displeased yet self-righteous face, you were taken aback for a moment.

But after a moment of silence, you suddenly burst into uncontrollable laughter.

The Dragon Girl's always cold and aloof expression shattered.

Looking at Alastor, who was simply smiling at you, and you, whose shoulders were shaking with laughter, silently took out your wallet from your sleeve, and your tone became unusually teasing:

"Maybe next time I should just buy the ingredients and cook it for you directly?"

You shook the thing in your hand.

"It turns out that Miss's brain is not as damaged as I imagined. It seems that your resurrection is not all bad."

"Even though we've made up, I'll still hit you. I... uh?"

Just as you wiped the smile from your face and were about to teach Alastor a lesson, a black shadow suddenly flashed between you and an old gentleman.

And the wallet that was originally in your hand...

And from then on, they vanished without a trace.