Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 168 The Letter from Beyond the Ring - S01E06

At this moment, Alastor was bending over like a child.

The devil's body weight is mostly on his cane, making him look like a tiny figure propped up on a single point in a music box.

The warm-toned light inside the apartment shone through Wendigo's bright red hair, as if danger lurked within.

The tips of the broadcast demon's hair were illuminated to the point of near transparency, as beautiful as a ruby ​​refracting light for a fleeting moment.

His ears always stood up high, like those of a proud stag.

When Wendigo gazes at you, his eyes always habitually curve into two thin crescent moons.

But now, you should get used to his inexplicable "happiness".

After all, he once said that the main reasons he kept smiling were to mislead others and because it was his secret weapon for being charming.

...Hmm, the kind of "debonair" that would scare others so much they'd set themselves on fire?

With mixed feelings in your heart, you added this question.

"I know this place must be really boring for you, so I'm sorry to have kept you here for so long, okay?"

The Eastern Sinner put the pen into his sleeve, then looked at the Sinner Lord in front of him and let out a long sigh through his nose.

“I can’t say something as irresponsible as ‘If you’re bored, please go back first,’ after all, I invited you out this time.”

"..."

"A very honest answer... but I keep thinking about one thing."

Alastor swayed slightly, seemingly pleased. "Tell me, if even the idiots in hell had half the politeness of the chef, I wouldn't have collected so many souls. How sad!"

Wendigo, who was giving irrelevant answers just like you, slowly straightened up and looked down at you.

"You know, sweetheart, even with you, the devil's patience has its limits."

He held his microphone cane and said this lightly.

Alastor always had a kind of arrogant confidence in his expression.

Urged on by the other party, the atmosphere between you suddenly and unexpectedly became tense.

Your long hair has come loose.

Wendigo snapped his fingers nonchalantly and took back the red string tied behind your head.

He seemed to want to say something more to mock you, just like his consistently sarcastic manner.

So you guess he's still upset about your "amnesia".

……

Hey! You knew he was the kind of guy who said one thing and did another!

"■■■!"

"Jamie! Wait a minute...! We agreed not to show this to her!"

Just then, the little devils, who couldn't read the air, darted out from beside the broadcast devil's long legs like two fish.

You could clearly see the old gentleman's shoulder hunch slightly as someone touched him.

As he widened his eyes and clenched his teeth in a smile, the devil's always malicious lower eyelids twitched unnaturally a few times.

And you, naturally, used the children's joy to cover up your own schadenfreude.

"What's wrong, kids?"

Without even looking up, you catch the two little devils who are obviously about to crash into the sofa.

Amidst the commotion of the two little demon cubs, the dragon girl's gaze quickly fell upon the potted plant in the little male demon's hand, which looked almost withered and dead.

The plant growing in that pot was clearly a hellish plant.

In your mind, sometimes the lives of plants in hell are more valuable than those of sinners...

But the potted plants the little devils were holding looked absolutely dead.

Judging from the appearance of the vegetation, you can vaguely discern a clue using your own gardening knowledge.

That appeared to be a small potted plant modeled after a peperomia plant—

...It is also one of the easiest potted plants to grow in the world.

"Look! These are the flowers that Qina planted three days ago!"

Jamie held up the pitifully dead potted plant in front of you as if presenting a treasure, his eyes sparkling.

...Did it die in just three days?

You instinctively opened your mouth.

But looking at Qina next to you, who was clearly about to cry, you were relieved that your own facial expression wasn't too noticeable.

'Well, at least it didn't die within a day.'

You touched Qina's head with your hand while thinking to yourself.

"...We made a promise! We wouldn't tell ■■■ about this! You're lying!"

Qina stood angrily to the side, reaching out to snatch the potted plant that belonged to her.

"Hmph! First of all, China, you should know that the devils of hell never keep their word!"

Jamie, who was about the same height as China, raised his hand smugly and wagged his index finger at China with an air of importance. "Secondly, I'm just showing ■■■ your magnificent masterpiece—besides, maybe she can be saved?"

"..."

"But Mom said we can't make things so troublesome..."

After hearing Jamie's explanation, China looked visibly tempted.

Aside from appearing quite brutal when fighting with his brothers, the little guy becomes a bit shy, clutching the hem of his clothes when facing you—

Because of concerns about causing trouble, unease, and embarrassment.

Those subtle changes in expression were completely unlike anything one would expect to see in hell.

"It seems you hold a high position in this family, Miss Chef."

Outrageous comments start popping up around you.

An elegant, tall gentleman sat down on the armchair next to you, and then magically twirled his cane around.

Alastor is a very nimble devil.

His sitting down only stirred up a small gust of wind carrying the scent of swamp; the cheap leather sofa didn't sink much at all as he sat down...

When Wendigo sits down, it makes less noise than your tail touching the ground.

"...That's a long story."

You glanced at Alastor, who was propping his chin up and seemed lost in thought, before turning your gaze to the poorly maintained potted plant in your hand.

"However, although I know I have no right to say such things, I am grateful that there are people in this hell who are willing to remember me."

"After all, I haven't been in contact with them for a long time."

You gently pick up the dead leaves of the potted plant in your hand with your fingertips, and a faint smile involuntarily appears on your face.

After hearing the Eastern Sinner's speech, a broken, short, and indistinct dance tune came from the voice of the Broadcast Demon.

The chaotic noise melted away in the devil's elegant and languid mouth.

You realize that Alastor's eyes are on your hands; he seems to be looking forward to seeing what new gadgets you can come up with.

But just as you were about to say something to the little devils in front of you, Qina, who had been feeling down, suddenly looked up at you as if she had remembered something.

"Oh, right! ■■■! Speaking of contact information!"

"I almost forgot about it!"

"You know... uh..."

The little devil girl's tail swung behind her, and she sounded very excited.

"Do you remember that little devil who used to always buy your sandwiches from our shop?"

"Ah... I mean..."

"Because you lost contact, we are also unable to reach you..."

"...But he has actually been sending you letters!"