Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 221 Nothing special - S01E06

"...I don't care what you say about me or what you say to humiliate me!"

"But I was absolutely not manipulated by anyone! I..."

"Shh, shh."

Seeing that Corvén was still making his last desperate struggle, Daenerys pressed her hand to his trembling lips.

She lowered her eyes and gazed at the sinner under her command, then casually rubbed her fingertips against his cold lips twice, as if in a kind of emotionless ambiguity and regret.

Compared to his previous stubborn gaze, at this moment, Corvin's eyes were filled with more fear, confusion, and bewilderment, as if he did not understand why the sinner from the East would bring up such a topic without warning.

However, it was clear that this arrogant young master did not like the Dragon Girl mentioning the person behind him.

Or perhaps... he was afraid she would mention that person.

"...What...what exactly have you done?"

Why do you always end up in those places? What do you know?

Colvin seemed unaware that his voice was trembling violently at that moment.

■■■The ease with which everything was under control instilled an unknown fear in Colvin's mind.

The usually smug and arrogant young master seemed unable to lift his own hand.

His baby-blue hair was matted together with damp sweat, clinging sickly to his forehead like a frail vine on a wall.

The sinner's fins hung listlessly, like washed silk curtains drooping beside his ears.

Colvin looked at the woman in front of him with fear through his glasses, which were covered in handprints.

He never imagined he would be so careless at such a moment, nor did he ever wish he were having such a terrible nightmare.

His life in hell started off with such lavish banquets and dazzling splendor... just as that person had promised him.

But he never imagined that his future end would be completely swallowed up by a dark shadow in the corner that no one cared about.

He so hoped that... that the moment he opened and closed his eyes, he would no longer have to see the face of the sinner from the East.

"Oh...yes...what have I been doing?"

Seeing him so dejected, the dragon girl, whose tone had unconsciously taken on a teasing tone, suddenly withdrew her hand from his chin.

She turned slightly to the side and, without any attempt to conceal it, used gold she had somehow produced to create a dazzling rose in her palm.

The exquisitely crafted golden rose covered her mouth and face, leaving only half of her face with a faint smile that was clearly full of sarcasm.

Colvin's eyes widened.

Looking at the dazzling gold in the hands of the Eastern Sinner, which seemed strangely familiar in quality, he felt as if he had been struck on the head with a club, and all the last bit of strength in his body had been drained away.

—Because what the sinner from the East was holding, judging from its quality… was the very gold that had been stolen from him!

But where did she hide all that gold? How could she just disappear without a trace...?

'But he saw it all too.'

'She not only doesn't need agreements to obtain the souls of sinners, she can even pause time at will.'

'...Just how many more things can she do that she herself couldn't even imagine?'

Thinking this, the male sinner, whose head was soon covered in cold sweat, suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

The fragile young master, like a fish out of water, opened his mouth amidst a suffocating fear.

Having witnessed the power of the sinners from the East, Colvin had never understood so clearly that all his struggles at this moment were in vain.

But more than any of these things, what truly sent chills down his spine and consumed all his thoughts was another terrifying idea.

The idea came to me in a flash.

Perhaps the strength the woman is currently displaying has brought about everything—

Until this terrible idea became the nightmare that Colvin least wanted to face.

But as the loser, he must know whether this most terrifying conjecture is the truth of everything.

"...So...all of this, everything..."

The slender male demon slumped helplessly to the spot, muttering to himself in disbelief.

He stammered, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

Colvin felt as if his throat had been twisted like a rag; the difficult question rolled up and down in his throat like a foreign object wrapped in sandpaper, cutting him and making his trachea hurt.

"How much of all this...were you actually involved in?"

"Or are you saying that from beginning to end, you..."

He stammered; each word was hesitant and unsteady, as if it would be blown away by the wind at any moment.

Upon hearing this, the Eastern Sinner did not speak, but raised one eyebrow, hummed a song softly, and gently tucked the golden rose into the ear fin of Colvin.

The woman's icy fingertips grazed the sensitive fins of the male sinner like a hunting osprey, causing the already thin male demon to flinch.

But all his instinctive reactions out of fear at this moment only made him resemble a wild cat frozen stiff by the roadside.

"So... you started manipulating all of this back then?"

Following the woman's reaction, Colvin, still clinging to hopeless dreams, seemed to have lost his soul, frantically digging his fingers into his hair, his face filled with disbelief.

"At that time, my gold was indeed in that apartment building..."

"Could it be that you personally moved that batch of gold away back then...? Just to increase the conflict between me and the Little Devil Gang?"

The sinner, who was merely speculating, tentatively asked this question.

Colvin desperately wanted a negative answer, because then all his terrible suspicions and everything that followed could be described as a natural progression...

But if she says yes, then wouldn't all his efforts over the past year to earn the title of "Lord of Sinners" have been in vain?

"...good boy."

She responded to him ambiguously.

The woman's lavish praise drifted into Colvin's ears, crushing his last shred of hope.