Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 161 But the infamous Broadcast Demon is currently in the kitchen - S01E06

To my shame, your visit to Little Devil Castle wasn't actually specifically for the Akira family.

Since your old apartment burned down during a gang shootout over a year ago, you've found a reason to convince yourself, and simply moved to the Happy Hotel—

So, it's true that you haven't been back to Devil's Castle for a long time.

...It's a sad fact.

As is often the case, you'll always be bothered by all sorts of things when you enter a new environment.

After settling into the inn, it actually took you a long time to sort out your relationship with the inn's demons.

And you, who suddenly became the chef exclusively for foreigners, have indeed been constantly improving your cooking skills...

The phrase "I don't have time to go out" seems to have become a matter of course for you.

Besides your own problems, the series of unpleasant events that followed were also quite overwhelming.

Vox was monitoring her mobile device; Shirley's speech on 666 News Channel; the addition of the broadcast demon; the new demon arriving at the inn—

And then there's the fact that you were forced to revert to your original form.

After you've cleaned up your own mess, the aftermath of all the big and small issues in hell is anything but easy.

You have no intention of complaining to others about your difficulties, nor do you intend to make excuses for any negligence on your part.

After all, it's a done deal that he didn't come back to see the little devils; any further explanation is just an excuse.

...So, let's go back to the beginning.

Besides visiting the Little Devil family, you have many other reasons for being here today.

But this unexpected family visit had been sitting on my to-do list for a long time.

However, to put it bluntly, this "operation" is just an incidental item on your must-do list.

The Yaki family seems very curious as to why you suddenly returned to Little Devil Castle.

Your reason for giving them the gifts was simple: Jamie and China's birthdays were coming up, and you planned to come over and celebrate their birthdays in advance.

(Although you delegated most of your tasks to Alastor for some grueling polishing after making the plans, you still had a lot to do.)

The innocent and simple-minded little devil family trusts you almost unconditionally; they will readily accept any excuse you make up.

Unfortunately, your logic doesn't allow you to act so carelessly.

...After all, the temporary addition of the broadcast demon was the most hasty decision you made, and you no longer have the energy to lie.

After explaining why he came to visit, Alastor, upon learning that you came to the Little Devil's house just to cook a "reunion dinner," gladly chose to stay.

You can't immediately tell whether it's a good thing or a bad thing, but no matter how many times, you'll sincerely feel a sense of gratitude—

When one's mental state is relatively normal, the Broadcast Demon is practically the best person to talk to.

...especially when the other party is a young mother.

"Oh, madam! You must be joking!"

"You mean, when you first met our perfect chef, she was sitting messily and looking silly at the entrance of the bakery?"

"Yeah, I was shocked when I was about to open my shop! How could there be such a tall giant sitting in front of my shop?"

"Ah! What an impolite act! Please allow me to apologize on behalf of the chef..."

"However, sir, I'm actually a little curious as to why you came to Little Devil's Castle?"

"The fighting between sinners and imps has been fierce lately... and many people have died!"

"Hmph... those are just some insignificant guys—believe me, I'm actually looking forward to them coming to me!"

"You're quite an interesting gentleman; no wonder ■■■ chose to bring you along~"

……

As you wash the ingredients in your hands, you listen intently to the noise coming from the living room.

Alastor's distinctive, loud broadcast voice, mixed with the laughter of the little devils, drifted in from outside.

While it's good that the content is harmonious... you don't really like what they're talking about!

The Dragon Girl, who had listened to the entire story word for word, gritted her teeth so hard they clattered.

'What's the difference between this and an elder who talks about embarrassing things their child did when they were little at the dinner table and uses it as a way to show off?'

And what on earth is Alastor doing?! Why is he apologizing for you?!

...This guy is definitely getting revenge for you taking his cane, right?

That vindictive old bastard...!

Because you didn't want to spoil the fun and stop it, the Eastern sinner, forced to endure this "torture" in the kitchen, cursed the broadcasting demon through gritted teeth in his heart.

After the noise in the living room gradually subsided, she kept a straight face and used the snacks in her hand to send away the children who were lingering in the kitchen with their bright eyes.

"despair."

"despair."

"despair."

Just then, the soft sound of a heel hitting the ground suddenly rang out from behind you.

After feeling as if a shadow had fallen over her back, the dragon girl paused involuntarily.

You unconsciously remained silent for a few seconds.

After all, you've been secretly criticizing a certain woman who's been chatting happily with the little devil's mother since the very beginning.

However, sensing that the other party didn't seem to intend to leave, the dragon girl pouted and said coldly, somewhat annoyed:

"What's wrong? What could possibly be in the kitchen that warrants the presence of a sinner lord?"

Hearing your resentful words, the nimble red devil immediately peeked out from behind the female demon like some lingering ghost.

He seemed to have been waiting for you to speak first, so when you did, the expression on his face was clearly very satisfied.

You glanced quickly at his ears, which stood up high on his head like those of a wild deer, sighed, and said nothing more.

Wendigo's two small, cute horns peek out from between her red hair and black hair.

While you were washing vegetables, you subtly moved to the side, making room for Alastor.

"Oh... my reclusive sweetheart..."

The male demon with striking red hair adjusted his one-way mirror and spoke slowly beside you.

"Because I don't think it's gentlemanly to leave a beautiful lady in the kitchen?"

As he said this, he strolled over to you with remarkable ease and grace; then, he slowly supported himself with his cane, his tone sarcastic and irritating.

"...So what do you think?"

Perhaps because you haven't replied for a long time, the old gentleman deliberately moved closer to you.

Alastor's loud and clear broadcast voice always carried a strange and languid teasing tone.

It upsets you.

"..."

"When you were laughing and joking with Lady Shilona just now, you weren't thinking the same thing, were you? You're just all talk and no action."

While washing your hands, you skillfully pinched the head of the food that was moving around, and then glanced at Alastor next to you with a hint of disgust.

The expression on the face of the Eastern Sinner, along with the red lines under her eyes, twitched unnaturally twice.

"...Oh, my poor darling, so what can you expect me to talk about with a bunch of strange little devils?"

Seeing that you were not very comfortable, the broadcasting devil, who had been leaning against the edge of the stage, suddenly leaned down with a wicked grin.

Perhaps because of the cramped interior, Alastor had somehow managed to take off his coat, something that was quite unusual for him.

He rolled up his sleeves to reveal his arms, and two cross-strap leather straps were stretched taut across his chest.

Perhaps out of curiosity, you glanced a few more times at the collar that the devil had neatly arranged himself.

The male demon's pale, delicate, and slender neck flashed past your sight.

For some reason, Alastor's actions remind you of a wild beast that deliberately exposes its weaknesses to its predator...

Of course, it has to be the cunning type that will pierce the opponent's abdomen with its horns at the last moment.

"..."

Seeing your lukewarm response, Alastor hummed a deep, monosyllabic sound through his nose:

"Hmm? So what? What's your opinion?"

"What good is there for you to talk to these fragile creatures about, between you and the little devils?"

Undeterred, Wendigo propped his head up with one hand at the edge of the pool, his eyebrows drooping in a mocking manner that infuriated everyone.

The fluffy hair on his head, resembling deer ears, fell to one side at the right moment, giving off a relaxed and playful vibe.

"..."

"I was washing vegetables in the kitchen while watching."

Seeing someone deliberately bothering you again, you expressionlessly use your arm to push aside the pesky sinner lord.

Upon hearing your reply, the latter let out a canned laugh, seemingly in a show of support, from his microphone and throat.

He still lazily propped his head up with his hand.

Alastor didn't give you too much dissatisfaction for your coldness.

After slowly twirling his cane twice with his fingertips, the male demon, clearly possessing a wicked sense of humor, grinned and said:

"Oh, nice one, pumpkin."

The male sinner's playful hair ends swayed suggestively beside his face.

"..."

The sinner lord's habitual frivolity, as casual as eating and drinking, makes the veins on your forehead throb.

You always feel like Alastor is deliberately trying to annoy you.

It's like those petty people who say it's okay but secretly criticize your every word and action.

But the thought that Alastor didn't know the Yaki family and was ultimately left alone in the living room—

Perhaps from this perspective, it seems to be expected that he would come to harass you?

...And so, when you think about this, your heart suddenly feels relieved.

'After all, leaving a notorious sinner lord in front of a bunch of little devils and forcing him to play the good guy is indeed a bit much for him.'

You thought to yourself, trying to comfort yourself.