Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 67 Guardian Dragon

The blood of the sinners is hot and burning.

The warm red tide emanating from the fractured parts of your body is blocked by the circular walls you deliberately erected around you.

For a masterpiece that is both bloody and insane, the superfluous parts of the bouquets offered to the noble ladies did not linger in the air like their "compatriots".

They were abandoned without hesitation by the instigators, and then rained down on the ground.

The alley, which was originally filled with the smell of vomit and feces, was now washed by a strong, nauseating stench of blood. The once uneven brick and stone ground had now been completely transformed into a flawless path of blood.

There were no bits of meat or impurities, and the original cracks on the bottom were filled with thick blood clots.

Flowers of blood and flesh bloom on the smooth, waveless road, like a river of blood. After the last drop of blood ripples across the ground, all the anger and impatience with the foolishness of others vanish from your heart.

As life vanished completely before his eyes, a kind of almost morbid delusion suddenly spread through the golden eyes of the Eastern Sinner who had been quietly gazing at all of this.

The female demon, whose expression remained unchanged, seemed oblivious to all of this—neither in the past nor in the future, she probably never knew that she would reveal such an expression that could only be described as ecstasy at such a moment.

But the satisfaction on her face, which could only be described as horrifying to others, lasted far too short.

In that brief instant, almost no demon could detect it.

Even Viya and IMP's little devils standing next to her.

However, although you are unaware of your own unusual gaze, you are thinking to yourself that it's not like you're just acting on impulse to make their heads explode.

To be honest, you felt it would be beneath you to personally deal with the kidnapping gang, but you also felt that letting them go would make you look like an idiot... so you finally compromised.

The existence of these sinners is already an eyesore enough, so why not make their deaths more dramatic? At least the ogres passing by can enjoy this bizarre sight while having a buffet.

Thinking this, your slightly disgusted gaze unconsciously swept over the kidnapping gang in front of you, whose heads had already turned into flowers of blood.

They were arguing so loudly just a moment ago, but now they're all so quiet it's almost endearing... Ah.

Just then, you suddenly remembered something and froze in place.

You admit that you had some personal feelings when those people mentioned your hometown and attacked you for it. You probably didn't control your temper and were only thinking about how to shut up the kidnappers.

After receiving Viya's reply that she "somewhat likes flowers," you initially thought your idea was brilliant. Even after their minds have exploded, you still think your idea is brilliant...

"Uh……"

The tall, Eastern sinner, whose expression had been completely unchanged just moments before, seemed to have just realized what was happening, and a belated look of astonishment flashed across her eyes.

The witch's ears, which had been drooping down her sides, suddenly popped into two round balls of fur after she uttered that extremely conspicuous monosyllabic sound.

You still haven't quite defined how much hell accepts bloodshed—and in fact, you're the only one who cares about these things.

Worried that your strange behavior might frighten Viya, but also feeling a bit odd asking such a question, you awkwardly withdrew your hand.

So, your relaxed mood, which hadn't lasted long, suddenly turned into silence with the people around you.

"Uh... I mean... would you mind?"

After hesitating for a moment, the Eastern Sinner asked this question in a somewhat uncertain voice.

The tragic and bloody scene in the alley has become a work of art that cannot be touched.

The blood-splattered flowers silently and vividly received the eternal red light of the Pride Ring, and the sinners' exposed brains appeared and disappeared among the blood that had congealed in the air.

Everything before their eyes was clearly etched by a powerful force. Yet the perpetrator, who should have been described as "cruel and tyrannical," was now bowing his head like a canine that had committed a crime, his eyes and gaze flickering.

"I just feel... at least if they die like this, they still have some value."

Not knowing how to explain, you turned your head slightly. Although you didn't show much embarrassment, you couldn't help but scratch your hair.

But after you said that, even Billy, who is known for his trash talk, didn't respond.

"..." Please say something!

Because this silence was too uncertain for you, your mood suddenly plummeted and you subconsciously pursed your lips, and the long tail that originally showed your happy mood gradually faded away.

'...Even the color of the scales seems to have faded.'

Completely surprised that you would ask such a question, Viya stared wide-eyed at the sinner from the East before her with a complicated expression.

Indeed, for a sinner of her level of strength, ■■■ seems a bit too obedient.

The female demon, who had just crushed the heads of several kidnappers with some unknown force, now stood with her hands behind her back like a child who had made a mistake.

She seemed to tilt her head slightly so that she could hear what she was saying immediately, and her ears, which were still in a flustered position, would occasionally tremble slightly as she tried to catch the faintest sounds.

Standing still, with her hand still on her sleeve, Viya slowly moved her eyes to meet the golden eyes of the female demon before her.

"...Fool, why would creatures from hell care about this?"

Perhaps because she had almost never seen a demon like ■■■ in hell who would ask others if they were scared after killing them, the little owl quickly recovered from the flower of blood and flesh and chuckled with a bit of amusement as she snapped her fingers at the female demon in front of her.

"By the way, thank you for the flowers, 'partner,' they were absolutely awesome."

Viya, her voice now back to its previous drawn-out tone, gave you a lazy smile.

After receiving an affirmative answer, the female demon's eyes widened slightly, even though she was expressionless.

Viya noticed that her cheerful mood first showed through her ears.

As if sensing this emotion, she straightened her back, opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end she just stood there, looking at her with her almost docile and quiet gaze.

She seemed like the kind of guard dog who would stand up for its master, but was afraid that her sharp teeth would frighten him.

Because she felt her previous behavior was violent, even if others said it was okay, she still didn't know what to do next.

At first, Viya may indeed have been somewhat surprised by what ■■■ had done.

Because the attack by ■■■ was extremely sudden.

Although she asked the question twice, which sounded like a "death declaration," she only made one short movement when she made her move.

There were no magical fluctuations, no evil forces, no chanting; what ■■■ displayed seemed to be a kind of pure, unadulterated power of unknown origin.

From freezing the sinners' movements to smashing their heads open, Viya only ever saw the well-mannered female demon stretch out her hand into the air and make a clenching gesture.

However, the things she displayed seemed less important given her somewhat dazed demeanor at that moment.

Thinking this, the little owl, whose gaze had gradually softened, couldn't help but chuckle.

■■■ had given her enough confidence that she wouldn't hurt herself, but most importantly, ■■■ did not let her hopeless expectations be dashed.

This female demon, whom she had only met online, had already given her enough emotional value—even her previous anxiety, which was like a balloon about to burst, had now turned into soft, white petals.

They fluttered down onto her heart, bringing a pure tenderness and gentleness she hadn't felt in a long time.

"..."

"……Thanks."

While the Eastern sinner stood bewildered and rooted to the spot, the female demon who had been gazing at her with helpless eyes suddenly threw herself into her arms without warning.

Honesty among teenagers is never easy to come by.

After Viya's apology reached your ears, you hesitated for a moment before hugging her back, your mind still blank.

You might be thinking, maybe Viya hugged you the first time because she was startled, so why did she hug you this time?

The warmth in hell is so precious that you have to think about what Viya's dependence is based on.

"I said you two should just get together."

Standing at your feet, still carrying a weapon, Billy pulled the sunglasses that had somehow appeared on his face down to his forehead, looking utterly speechless.

"This is hell, girls. I thought one such healthy hug a day was the limit. If I saw it again, I'd throw up!"

"Oh, come on, boss! It's just the girls being affectionate. Why don't we just let them go?"

Millie, who was already used to her boss's tendency to speak without thinking, stepped in to save the day.

"Yeah~ Look at this scene, it's just... just absolutely beautiful... Waaah, we've had such a tough day... Today felt longer than my whole week..."

Moses, who seemed to have little resistance to such scenes, hadn't even said two words before turning around and hugging Millie, his eyes brimming with tears, and bursting into sobs.

"Anyway, I can tell you quite like her, why don't you give it a try? Even though she's a sinner of the Pride Ring, I think with her personality, she'd be a good match for anyone, right? Damn lifeguard..."

Perhaps because the way the little owl in the Demon's house looked at ■■■ was different, Billies, for the first time ever, thought that ■■■ was indeed a pretty good guy, muttered in a teasing tone.

"...Shut up, you sex-obsessed old man."

Viya, lifting her head from your embrace, gave Billy standing beside her a half-disdainful, half-helpless smile.

"That's a really lame thing to say. Didn't Luna say that to you before?"

The little owl asked this question with a hint of schadenfreude.

"How could that be?! I'm the coolest dad ever! Who can understand what you troublesome teenagers who can't even grasp your own happiness are thinking..."

As the rapid explosion of Billy's loud rebuttal occurred, just as the current situation was gradually returning to normal as you remembered it, a familiar force, carrying overwhelming anxiety and anger, suddenly attacked you.

But when Viya and the little devils around you were swept away by some kind of magic, you did not reach out to stop them.

When Viya's petite body slipped from your embrace, you felt a certain displeasure from that force and stood silently in place, offering no resistance or negative emotions.

That power, as swift and agile as the stars and the night, was like a waterbird skimming across the surface of the water.

You know who it is when you see that familiar aura.

...However, judging solely from the essence of power and soul, it seems that the distinguished guest who has followed you all this way is not very skilled in combat.

Standing there, you thought to yourself as you put your hands behind your back, reverting to your previous cold and aloof demeanor.

The mysterious person who took away Viya and IMP Little Devil transformed into a bird-like creature on the spot, as if in a show of defiance.

His black feathers swelled in the air, several sharp teeth protruded from his beak, and red lines twisted, disassembled, reconstructed, and trembled on his jet-black body. But soon, they transformed from ferocity into elegant lines that adhered to his body.

The mysterious night sky was cut by an invisible force, and finally, as if in submission, it transformed into an elegant cloak that lightly landed on the tall, thin male demon who looked down at him with a noble and graceful posture.

Stardust swirled around his body, and you immediately noticed that his face was almost identical to Viya's—except that his gaze towards you was more arrogant and aloof.

His four red eyes seemed to possess some special power. Judging from the reaction in your body, you guessed that it was probably a binding spell like petrification or paralysis.

The male demon in front of you doesn't seem to show any contempt in his gaze. Although he is arrogant, it's just the air of someone born into nobility, so you don't think much of it.

After the other person has stopped and put down Viya and the little devils, you meet his gaze and give him a very standard greeting.

"...Good day, my dear prince."

May the light of pride shine upon you.