Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 146 Want a cheese hot dog stick? - S01E06

When Alastor falls silent, he will make up for the time he spent silent with even more sarcastic remarks in the next few seconds.

...You probably will never forget those words.

"Sir, do you think I've been a little too lenient with you?"

You ruthlessly slapped away the sharp claws that were pinching your face.

When the other person shows a regretful expression, you expressionlessly wrap your tail around their waist.

Alastor's waist is incredibly slender.

Even though you know you can control the force well, you still have the illusion that the other person's waist is about to break.

“Alastor, I don’t like the way you talk to me.”

You couldn't help but say this because you didn't like the radio devil playing mind games with you.

“If you talk to me like that again, I’ll throw you right back to the inn.”

You're not his girlfriend, so why should you be the one to comfort him when he gets angry? That's ridiculous!

You refused to try and guess the heart of a devil in hell, your face cold and your brows furrowed.

...What's more, this devil is a foreign devil!

He's a very old foreign devil!

Your abilities aren't for doing this kind of thing.

Thinking of this, the dragon girl tightened her tail, which was originally wrapped around the other person's waist.

Feeling the other person stiffen slightly, you were initially filled with a sense of satisfaction...

But seeing Wendigo still idly touching your tail scales, you were immediately filled with anger. You glared at him and lowered your voice, saying:

“My dear broadcast demon, besides throwing you back to the inn, I can also open a portal and send you to the last place you want to go, like…”

"But sweetheart, are you complaining?"

"..."

"You...what?"

You were so stunned by the other person's words that you almost couldn't catch your breath, and you stared at Alastor in front of you in astonishment.

The seemingly oblivious Wendigo is now leisurely resting its arm on your tail.

He rested his chin on his right hand, and with his left hand, which held a cane, he even had the leisure to tap your tail scales, which were slowly closing with your breath.

"So, my dear lady, what else would you like me to do?"

Seeing your somewhat bewildered expression, Alastor patiently drew the arc of a rainbow in front of you, like a playful child.

Wendigo's red hair seemed to swell up because of joy and relaxation.

He seemed to be thoroughly enjoying toying with the pale dragon girl before him—

This is obvious.

"Do I need to show enough fear? Like this?"

As he said this, Wendigo deliberately hunched his shoulders as if he were acting.

But the devil, who was unwilling to even show the emotion of fear, simply raised his head.

He looked down at you, a sly glint in his sinister "smile".

"Or do you prefer me to be subservient to you—I don't usually do that, but..."

The sinner lord, who lifted your tail and pressed his cheek against it, looked at you with a smile, his entire being exuding a spicy yet extremely elegant madness.

"Perhaps you still need an elder to teach you what a powerful person can do with a soul after gaining power?"

"..."

It's such perfect malice that it doesn't even bother to conceal it.

You should retract your previous thought that you and Alastor had reconciled.

Having had your mind completely cleared by Alastor's last words, you stared at the male demon in front of you, and then calmly withdrew your tail from around his waist.

Even though you know perfectly well that the other person is a demon from hell, you still hate Alastor's venomous, seductive charm.

You thought you were living peacefully with this wicked devil...

But his words, which always carry a hidden malice, can still make you feel uncomfortable.

Anyone who has ever ascended the throne knows that true power lies in the fact that the most feared thing is endlessly enjoying the benefits that power brings.

Power is a sweet poison.

Ultimate power grants one unparalleled rights.

However, having power and status does not mean being able to do whatever you want; it can push people to the crossroads of destruction and construction.

...Or, utterly destroy the order and enjoy the revelry before the annihilation of all things.

Alternatively, one can restrain oneself and uphold the laws and order of survival amidst the incomprehension and temptations of others.

Clearly, Alastor, being the devil, wants you to choose the former.

This is his duty, and it's something he's happy to see.

“…Alastor, this is disgusting, please don’t do this.”

You, unsure how to react to this devil, speak frankly.

However, the neurotic sinner lord did not get angry because of your words, or rather, he had no right to get angry with you at all.

The only reason you can get along with him now is because he's a member of Hell Inn.

He is both an "important person" to Shirley and the greatest source of experience for you to cultivate your character.

You squinted at Alastor, who was calm and unhurried in front of you.

As soon as you finished speaking, he immediately put on a fake sad look and said, "What a pity, I thought the chef would be more interesting after her rebirth."

"if you……"

"Let's not talk about that anymore, let me treat you to something to eat."

Finally, having reached your breaking point, you decide to forcefully end this seemingly endless bickering.

Before Alastor could finish his long-winded explanation, you hastily grabbed his slender wrist and, without a word, dragged him quickly toward a little devil's stall.

Wendigo's discontent came very quickly.

Because you heard a sudden, loud crackling sound of electrical static coming from behind you.

But to your surprise, Alastor did not shake off your hand.

...You didn't even feel the slightest bit of resistance.

To avoid a long wait, without even thinking, you deliberately chose a "shop" with hardly any people in line...

Or rather, it was just a small cart emitting fumes.

The little devil in front of me, dressed in filthy clothes, standing on a box, and looking impatient, seemed to have not been able to get a legitimate stall in Little Devil City.

He didn't seem afraid of you and Alastor, which surprised you for a moment, but you quickly understood.

For most native creatures of Hell, sinners in the Pride Ring are essentially superhuman.

Because within the Pride Ring, according to the "rules," sinners are not only born with all sorts of abilities, but they can also be resurrected endlessly... not to mention the most "famous" sinner lords among them.

However, the native creatures of hell, even the lowest of the low, don't seem to care much about the sinner lords who strike fear into the hearts of demons.

So when he saw the dragon girl, who was twice his height, the little devil, laughing like a wildcat, simply asked you, who was as tall as a giant, in a terrible tone: "Bitch, what would you like to order?"

As you casually remarked, "Two regular cheese hot dogs," the crisp sound of heels tapping against the soles of shoes rang out from behind you.

You realize that it is Alastor who has slowly approached you from behind.

For some unknown reason, you pulled a brand-new banknote from your wallet and handed it to the other person.

Seeing the huge amount of banknotes in your hand, the little devil, who seemed to have no intention of giving change, simply crumpled the money into a ball and stuffed it into his pocket.

Soon, the little devil took two cheese hot dogs that looked terribly fried from the oil basket and handed them to you.

"..."

Looking at the ugly, unappetizing cheese hot dog in your hand, you fall silent, unsure whether to return it or throw it away.

Turning around, you, holding a hot dog, immediately saw the old gentleman leaning on his cane, looking somewhat speechless.

Alastor remained as relaxed and carefree as ever.

Wendigo's red hair would occasionally sway lightly in the air with the putrid wind.

The old gentleman's relaxed and languid demeanor carried an indescribable charm and allure.

Alastor, with her every move exuding charm, is like a wild deer hiding in the shadows.

You know he'll bare his fangs when someone turns their back, and he'll fearlessly provoke any carnivore head-on.

But when his gaze swept over what was in your hand, you saw Alastor not only clearly frown, but also a flash of disdain in his eyes.

Just as you were awkwardly about to say something to smooth things over, the hot dog-buying devil's rude and shrill laughter suddenly came from behind you.

"...Hey! Girl!"

"Let me tell you! My cheese hot dogs taste way better than your sissy boyfriend's ***!"

"Instead of being so poor that you have to sleep with this hypocritical guy behind you in a motel, you might as well come home with me, the hot dog maker, and have some fun!"

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