Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 130 Name - S01 E05

"..."

"■■■..."

"No, no~ that's not it."

Seeing that you had finally relented, only to mumble irrelevant answers and look completely unwilling, the broadcast demon let out a few clear "ha" sounds, then looked at you with a helpless expression, propping its head up with its hand.

“Ah… my poor lady… but if you enjoy boring games, I can play with you like this forever… I mean, forever.”

Alastor, who seemed completely unhurried, had his eyebrows slightly lowered, but his mocking pity was quickly crushed by a heavy falling tone.

Wendigo seems to be warning you that his patience has its limits.

But in reality, he just looked at you simply, without his blood-red pupils turning into pointers, without his enlarged figure and antlers, and without his distorted face...

Nothing.

But if you anger Alastor, what can Alastor do to you after his anger exceeds the threshold, except to kill you?

He only said that to please you.

He knows what kind of image you have of him.

There should be a version of Alastor in your heart, a version you remember. How should this "Alastor" react in such a situation? What kind of reaction would they "be" make?

Because you don't think Alastor would have that much patience in a situation like this.

Because you think he will make a move against you.

Because you think he won't come.

Because you think so

That's why he'll act out the scenes you expect to see... just like he's playing a childish game with you.

You know this is just the radio demon playing a trick on you, but a sense of absurdity arises in your heart and you can't get angry at Wendigo's trickery.

The scarlet devil is backlit.

The hair on the sides of his face and the part of his head that stood up like ears swayed gently in the wind, carrying a kind of light and playful charm.

Wendigo's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at you, the smile on his face becoming a kind of impenetrable hard mask.

If the demon in front of you weren't the dangerous Alastor, you'd probably find him quite charming.

You think to yourself, feeling a little tired.

Unfortunately, Alastor's unusual behavior as a sinner lord only sends chills down your spine.

...But at the same time, the confusion and bewilderment were even stronger.

You clearly crossed the line that Alastor would definitely get angry about, but he chose to ignore it.

It's truly unbelievable.

The other person's sudden indulgence and change will not make you feel that he has given you special privileges, let alone something that can be described as ambiguous.

The radio demon's preference is probably truly unique—but that also means that his preference must come with some more terrible consequences, ones that even you cannot bear.

The truth is, you don't need Alastor to treat you any differently.

After all, you can't deal with a troublesome situation like you would deal with an ordinary demon.

...because you need him.

Whether it's something as simple as watching a movie together or something as significant as a valuable business partnership, Alastor is an invaluable companion in hell.

When you were at the inn, he knew this himself, which is why he could tease you without any restraint.

However, when Alastor's attitude towards you begins to deviate from your expectations, it means you are facing some kind of trouble that requires a lot of your effort to resolve.

Even though you know he's an extremely curious lunatic. He's the kind of person who would forcibly invade someone else's territory without caring about their life or death, and even mock them, taking pleasure in their anger—a truly despicable jerk.

But the places of exile were different.

Alastor should know...

You really can kill him.

You don't understand.

The fact that a death-loving devil who values ​​freedom above all else enters this place contradicts everything you know.

For a moment, you even found it somewhat amusing that Alastor's patience with you seemed insignificant compared to the madness with which he had come here.

The devil, crouching in place, exuded a dangerous allure and leisure in both his posture and expression.

Occasionally, old recordings from the 1930s would emerge from his throat, strangely and indistinctly.

This made Alastor, with his eyes half-closed, look like a wildcat purring contentedly.

"..."

You looked at Wendigo, who was truly there to continue this endless silence with you, and pouted.

Because of the other party's unusual actions, your usually calm mind is in a rare state of chaos.

...Or is it that even your current confusion is actually part of his expectations or plan?

"Ji Xinglan".

You stared at the unhurried demon before you, and after a long silence, you finally uttered those three words.

You know that Alastor's actions are merely a form of coercion disguised as compromise; in essence, he still wants you to fulfill his "request."

...But what can you do?

"Although you all know I am an Easterner, I am from the Porcelain Country, not just any random Easterner." After stating your name, you suddenly made this statement out of the blue, like someone who had given up entirely.

"Moreover, although I am an Eastern dragon... I am also a dragon of the Porcelain Kingdom. Dragons from other countries all originated from the Porcelain Kingdom."

"I am the legitimate one."

You, who have an inexplicable obsession with this, suddenly put on a very serious face when facing Alastor, who looks particularly relaxed.

"This is the bottom line, otherwise I will really get angry."

"..."

The dragon girl's words carried a certain unexpected childlike quality.

This reminded Alastor of how they talked to him when they were outside.

Although she is usually considered the most reliable and calmest person in the entire inn, Alastor has actually experienced ■■■’s unique naiveté more than once.

But because she usually appeared too composed, he always forgot the little princess of hell's poignant remark, "■■■ died before she was even thirty years old"...

He remembers what he dislikes and what he is obsessed with.

However, upon hearing those three unfamiliar sounds, the demon's pupils dilated with excitement and pleasure.

"Alright! Now you know my name... but you'll forget it once you get out of here anyway."

Because you were forced to tell Alastor your name, and feeling uncomfortable all over, you awkwardly turned around and impatiently emphasized it to Wendigo in front of you.

If Alastor had a prominent tail, it would be wagging happily right now.

...It's so annoying.

Because you didn't want to see the other person's cunning and smug face, you thought this to yourself with resentment.

"So...why do you have this name?"

After learning your name, Alastor looked at you with great interest and asked this question.

"..." You glanced at the scarlet-clad Western gentleman in front of you with some surprise at the question. After confirming that he didn't mean to tease you, you slowly said, "It's very simple, my parents gave me this name."

"There was supposed to be a meteor shower on the day I was born. My mother originally wanted to give birth to me on that day on purpose."

"But it was drizzling that day, and my mom didn't see anything in the hospital room... Honestly, they should have been prepared for things to go wrong. Why let something like this cause them to suffer for another day..."

The dragon girl muttered to herself in a low voice.

...However, her current state might seem more like a whim of self-talk.

"To comfort my mom, my dad said that I was a meteor shower sent to my mom by heaven, and the meteor shower became my... something like that, so they named me Ji Xinglan."

“Ji is my surname. Xinglan, in our area, can be directly translated as ‘Star ocean’ or ‘Meteor shower’.”

"Of course, you can also simplify it to 'Stars'."

When you talk about your family, a warm smile appears on your usually indifferent face, but it quickly disappears.

"But the name Ji Xinglan no longer belongs to this body."

"I am Ji Xinglan, but I am also... because, right now I am ■■■."

"It can only be ■■■."

You looked at the radio demon who had been listening to your story with great interest.

You were somewhat relieved that Alastor didn't offer any harsh criticism or comment on your sudden long speech.

You really want to tell him that he is currently the only person in all of hell who knows your real name.

In fact, even Shirley didn't know what your name was when you were alive.

However, changing your original name after going to hell isn't really a big deal. To avoid unnecessary trouble, you naturally pretend to be one of the sinners who changed their names.

Although the name "■■■" is strange, most sinners who communicate with you will only assume that your name is under some kind of powerful magic, which makes most demons wary and dare not cause you any trouble.

Almost no demon will associate your special name with the "name-stealing punishment," or rather, most demons don't even know what the so-called "name-stealing punishment" means to you.

However... it doesn't matter if Alastor is the only devil in Hell who knows your real name, because he will forget it once you leave here.

You look at the sinner lord before you with mixed feelings.

His obsession with your name tells you that Alastor, who is always keen on important matters, must have sensed something, otherwise he wouldn't keep fixating on this issue.