Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 129 The Blade Hanging High - S01 E05

Alastor's tolerance makes you feel somewhat narrow-minded.

After all, in your impression, the broadcasting demon isn't exactly the kind of person with a good temper.

He is unpredictable and has an eccentric personality.

Although he is kind to women most of the time, you feel that he is not kind enough to ignore his own tone and words just now.

Even a blind man could see that you are incredibly weak right now. Alastor is a smart man, so he must understand that you are just as vulnerable as you appear.

Even in exile, demons are stripped of their powers and reduced to ordinary people. But Alastor, now a grown male, is perfectly capable of killing you outright.

...as easy as turning one's hand.

"But unfortunately, sir, you will not receive the same level of compensation for asking my name."

The dragon girl gazed intently at Wendigo, who seemed lost in thought, his smile unchanging.

■■■ Trying to figure out what Alastor is thinking right now.

Even earlier, she thought she had gained some understanding of this devil.

But when a red figure appeared in this land of exile, she knew that her arrogant assumptions and impressions were about to be completely overturned by Alastor.

"It's pointless for you to know my name here, because you'll forget it once you leave... Of course, I also know this might be the last time you ask me this question."

Even though it was a matter of life and death, the woman, whose face resembled a broken pottery doll, remained expressionless when she said these words.

Especially when she said those words, her remarks sounded more like a form of admonition.

However, the expression on her face remained as indifferent as when she was at the inn, still a lifeless and even numb calm.

"..."

Perhaps seeing that ■■■'s mood seemed different from what he had imagined, Alastor, lost in thought, maintained his usual smile, raising one eyebrow high.

But his gaze was far more striking than his silence.

'The Dragon Girl's eyes were like two priceless jewels, but they were a thousand times more lifelike than any inanimate object.'

The devil, whose body was stained with evil blood, thought to himself.

Alastor even went so far as to remove the subtle, easily understood anger that he had grown tired of in the woman's eyes.

After all, he didn't really mind looking at ■■■'s beautiful eyes a little longer.

At this moment, the broadcasting demon, who was enduring the other party's sharp questions, was seen without any impurities in the woman's eyes.

He was even quite surprised that he had such a good mood and free time, but his purpose was simply to look into the eyes of a woman.

After all, if it were in the past, he would probably have chosen to dig them out... although he would have quickly lost interest, it would have been easier that way.

As Wendigo thought this, he casually tapped his cane lightly with his fingers.

"Da da."

Two soft sounds fell into the sand pile.

The demon's gaze, like that of an insatiable beast, lingered greedily on the woman's now shattered face.

After all, powerful figures who are high above others don't always show such a miserable appearance.

The gleeful scarlet deer mischievously tilted its head until it looked as if its head was about to fall off its shoulders.

He watched.

Until the delicate petals of the white camellia brushed against the corner of the woman's eye.

—■■■I have always had a pair of special, slightly upturned eyes typical of East Asians.

It possesses a certain wild, agile quality and an astonishing sharpness.

She always spoke very little.

So after saying that, she fell silent.

But to Alastor's surprise, ■■■'s doubts and distrust of him did not annoy him at all.

Perhaps it's because demons are drawn to the unique and captivating rage in ■■■'s eyes.

Alastor found the anger somewhat endearing, which caused his dissatisfaction to dissipate very quickly—similarly, he found it quite amusing that a powerful demon like ■■■ would be wary of him.

Most of the time, the demons in Hell's "respect" for Alastor is based on their fear of his power.

But Alastor actually knew that those pathetic fools had no idea where his true terror lay.

However, the reason why I am wary of him is because I understand him.

Needless to say.

Even though her strength could overturn the entire battle structure of Hell, she still remained quite wary of him.

'His caution was truly astounding, to the point that all the methods he used against her were utterly useless.'

'Apart from [illegible], no other tragic soul is worthy of his all-out efforts and creatively conceived killings.'

'What a pity, dragon traps can only be used to catch dragons.'

Thinking this, Alastor narrowed his eyes.

If everyone in the world were as cautious as [name omitted], how much less fun would there be in the world, and how many foolish souls would avoid their deserved fate?

The radio demon, with a sinister smile, looked down at the woman before him, who was powerless to resist yet still dared to confront him.

At this moment, he was like a hunter who had spotted a prey of equal strength.

He did not hide the subtle, almost imperceptible admiration in his eyes amidst his excitement.

...Perhaps the vigilance and caution shown by the broadcasting demons can be considered a highly valued form of respect.

"rustle--"

"..."

The silence between Wendigo and Daenerys has almost become the norm in their interactions.

Intelligent people are always accustomed to observing each other in a silent arena—to the point that it bores onlookers.

During the long standoff, a faint FM sound continuously escaped from the throat of the broadcasting demon.

In the silent forest, Wendigo, like a deer, tilted his head slightly in a "good-natured" manner, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

'I know you understand you can kill me right now.'

'I know you might kill me.'

Danger is ever-present.

Like the blood-red, eerie eyes of a ferocious beast lurking in the darkness.

The clever lady understood perfectly… which made Alastor want to laugh.

The dragon maiden from the East had clearly expressed her dissatisfaction through her distrust and subtlety, but the sinner lord had almost forgotten when he last experienced such a fierce rejection.

Unlike those weaklings who fawned over him out of fear of his unpredictable temper, Alastor didn't feel offended by the dragon girl... but his stubbornness was genuinely troubling.

He could probably understand that the hostility from the current [unclear] stemmed from a kind of stress-induced self-protection. But it had indeed caused him a lot of unnecessary trouble.

For example, both ■■■ and Alastor actually understood that the topic of "names" and most of their conversations were just an unspoken cover-up.

But it seems that the Dragon Girl did indeed misunderstand.

...Or, as an elder, shouldn't he give the younger generation he admires a proper way out?

……

"Oh...hahahaha...darling, you've got something wrong. Of course I know I could kill you at this moment."

The devil, with his nonchalant tone, bluntly exposed the unspoken barrier between them.

He drooped his eyes nonchalantly, then gently pressed his microphone cane against the dragon girl's chin.

The sinner lord, who always wore a meaningful smile, looked down at his superior, but the smile on his face carried a strange emotion that was somewhere between mockery and helplessness.

"However, I think the chef's thoughts right now might be a little hurtful... Moreover, I feel that keeping the chef alive is far more valuable than killing you."

Wendigo squinted.

“My dear, to me, anger, killing, and threats are only for pointless amusement… but if you always compare yourself to dust, even the most dazzling diamond will eventually become covered in dust from the inside out.”

“Miss, you’re a smart person, so I think you should understand what this means, right?”

At this moment, the talkative radio demon seemed to have truly become a respected and patient elder.

Alastor's uniquely frivolous voice always sounded particularly melodious when he spoke long passages of proper nouns and profound meanings, making him sound like he was performing a grand opera.

You didn't say anything.

Seeing your silence, he looked at you for a while without changing his expression, and then asked with a clear smile, "Or is it that you would rather I have murderous intent than ask a normal question? — If that is what you hope for, then so be it."

After saying this, the broadcasting demon casually retracted his cane, looking at you with a playful expression.

He was well aware that he was a sharp blade hanging over your head right now, and that his mere presence here, and every word he uttered, was a threat to you, even if he didn't mean it that way...

You don't believe the broadcasting devil has no ulterior motives.

After all, he now ignores your fierce rejection and even takes pleasure in toying with you.

But whether it's him coming here alone, seeing you in such a disheveled state yet still choosing to ask a trivial question; his compromise and concessions to your doubts; his long but non-aggressive silence... or even his hostile disregard for you.

You don't understand any of this.

"..."

"You shameless broadcasting devil, what is it about me that would make a devil like you say such things?"

Despite having countless concerns, you were almost laughing in exasperation at Alastor for pushing the idea of ​​"wanting it all" onto you.

"Is it because of the power within me? As a demon, why do you need my permission to do whatever you want?"

"Is it because you're afraid I'll take revenge on you? Afraid that I'll become an immortal ghost, haunting you for all eternity? Or is it something else?"

You lie amidst the lush green grass, asking the seemingly intrigued red devil in your emotionless, indifferent voice.

However, the Dragon Girl's anger was actually much more obvious than usual.

"But faced with a beauty in distress... although the intentions are different, I believe any demon in hell would do the same as me, sweetheart."

Without any hesitation, he used his smooth talk.

……

you:"……"

Despite your questioning, which contained both sarcasm and threat, Alastor seemed to be in a pretty good mood.

Under your puzzled gaze, Wendigo, who seemed to be thinking about something all day long, squinted his eyes with amusement, and then confirmed your answer by dragging the entire hell down with him.

Playful.

Careless.

Unpredictable.

A cunning and arrogance unique to the broadcasting devil filled the air.

They will never admit their inadequacy in your presence, and will even bring the entire hell along to bear any denigration you might inflict.

...Ha, what an annoying narcissist at times like this.

You look at Wendigo, who seems completely at ease, and sneer inwardly.