PFC Chapter 98 I heard you want to get along with Lucifer
Chapter 98 I heard you want to get along with Lucifer
'…Ancestors, please, just say less.'
You were so flattered by Shirley's compliment that you almost fainted, and you were completely speechless.
You, who felt a chill run down your spine after being praised by the little princess, noticed that Lucifer's expression changed from a fairly relaxed one to an inexplicable seriousness and vigilance.
Although the small-statured King of Hell has a serious expression that gives off a subtle feeling of a child pretending to be an adult, his scrutiny of you is so focused that he can even ignore Neilette climbing on his head.
“I know you, the poor wretch my daughter picked up from under the bridge, right?”
Lucifer, his tone inexplicably tinged with hostility, swept his gaze over you with a subtle, disdainful look.
……
Wow! That's quite aggressive!
Unable to force a stiff smile at the sight of Shirley's father, the type of person you like, whom you'd bickered with on your first meeting, you politely said, "Yes... Your Highness, if it weren't for Shirley, I wouldn't be who I am today."
You put your arms around Shirley and Vicky's waists, trying to show Lucifer that you have no ill intentions toward either Shirley or her girlfriend.
After you embraced them, the two female demons who were on good terms with you also leaned against you with faint smiles, clearly showing that they were very close to you.
You see Alastor, who had been standing behind Lucifer, walk towards you and silently stop beside you.
Because the other party had just been provoking Lucifer, you gave him a look that said, "What are you doing here? Is this any of your business?"
But Alastor just smiled and looked at you, seemingly lost in thought. He gently peeked his head towards Lucifer, signaling you to look at him.
"Oh, so this is how you repay her."
You think Lucifer's smile was about to crumble when he said that.
Given the obvious hostility that you don't even need to be intuited, you feel that Lucifer might want to eat you more than praise you.
you:……?
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Wait, this isn't right. Why are you being treated the same as Alastor here with Lucifer?
You opened your mouth as you realized things were going in the direction you least wanted to see, and you were at full speed.
The sinner from the East stood frozen in shock, his eyes wide with disbelief.
She didn't notice that she was standing side by side with a Wendigo who looked particularly cheerful.
"Oh ho~? Looks like you like someone, but that person doesn't like you?"
With obvious schadenfreude in his voice, Alastor leaned closer to you and said this in a flippant tone.
"...Do you want me to beat you up?"
You almost couldn't resist punching him, so you turned to the side and glared at him.
"Besides, when did I ever say I liked him? I said I liked his type, but do you think I'm the kind of guy who would be so shameless as to seduce someone's father? Especially since the other person is the King of Hell! What you're saying is simply absurd..."
"Then why do you look so rushed?"
Alastor, who almost blew you away with a single sentence, propped his head up with his hand and smiled broadly.
you:"……"
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What's going on? Everyone seems so aggressive today.
Does today's almanac actually say that you should not go out?
Knowing that no matter how he replied to Alastor, he would only mock him as a sinner from the East, he remained silent.
You hold your forehead with one hand and let out a long sigh.
You keep telling yourself that you can't give in to the broadcasting demon, otherwise he might laugh at you for the rest of his life because of this.
“I don’t want to argue with you today, because today is very important for Shirley. Although Lucifer is Shirley’s father, he is also the King of Hell, so we…”
Your attempt to make peace was interrupted by the loud crash of a heavy glass object falling to the ground, but you didn't feel much of a sudden gust of wind.
Alastor, who was standing next to you, had somehow moved behind you to block your path.
When you look up at him, the elegant old gentleman is resting his hands on his cane, staring idly at the thing shrouded in dust.
Although you don't really need this kind of protection, you guess it's just his gentlemanly habit.
...Besides, his frail frame wouldn't be able to block anything, and you'd be more worried that the slender broadcast demon would be broken in half.
The Eastern Sinner glanced at the Broadcast Demon standing in front of him, his figure as sharp as a blade cutting through the smoke and dust, and then at the "culprit" who had caused this riot.
Oh dear, it looks like a chandelier.
You immediately understood what had happened and looked bewildered.
Because you remember you just unscrewed the chandelier screws a couple of days ago, why did they have to fall off right when Lucifer came?
The Eastern Sinner frowned and walked around Wendigo, who was blocking his way.
You first used your sleeve to shield yourself and him from the dust that was rushing towards you, and then used your long tail to quickly disperse the flying dust for the coughing crowd.
The issue of cleanliness in guesthouses remains a long and arduous task.
You sighed.
"...Alright then."
Just as you were about to tell Shirley that you would be more careful next time so that the inn's chandelier wouldn't fall, Lucifer's ambiguous short sentence and a burst of rousing music that seemed to come from nowhere interrupted your speech.
After the King of Hell before him began to sing recklessly, the eyes of the Eastern sinner, who had never participated in any "musical (farce)" before, which were always calm and unwavering, immediately widened.
Unfortunately, you can't leave this important meeting halfway through, so you can only quietly leave the center stage and try to shrink yourself into the darkness where there are no spotlights.
Even though you've been in hell for a while now, you still haven't gotten used to the way Westerners use Disney's expressions everywhere.
They sing, and you respect them.
But they want you to sing, that won't do.
You're better suited to living in a three-bedroom apartment on the side.
"Now that you have a real chef, the waiters and amateur players can go offline."
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you:?
Before you know it, you're standing next to Alastor, dressed in a greasy chef's uniform, with your hands behind your back, pouring wine into a glass.
He, of course, wasn't spared either; his burgundy striped suit was transformed into a waiter's uniform. You'd love to compliment him, saying the outfit suited him even better than he'd imagined, but clearly now is not the time.
Because right now, your situation with the Broadcast Demon has fast-forwarded to the point where Lucifer is using you to flip a pot.
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...So you really are on par with Alastor in Lucifer's eyes!
Now that your guess has been confirmed, you almost fainted.
You were on the verge of a breakdown because you never expected to end up like Alastor, who was "as heinous as Alastor."
The dishes Lucifer served to Shirley all featured Alastor's head and your tail, and the cake was decorated with a picture of Lucifer kicking you while holding Alastor's head!
Oh dear! You feel like you're about to have a stroke from sadness.
After you came to Hell, aside from feeling a pang of heartache when you saw your dilapidated little apartment collapse during a shootout, the most devastating thing for you was learning today that Lucifer doesn't like you.
...There's a feeling of heartache, like being disliked by a friend's hot and cute dad, and a feeling of despair, like being disliked by one of the couples you ship.
The dejected Eastern sinner seemed to have lost all color.
"Who has been here since day one?"
"Who is more loyal to you than even a nun?"
"Using corny puns and the most delicious food in hell to make you laugh?"
"Your administrative planning and all-knowing expertise are here!"
"Indeed!"
You, brought back to your senses by Shirley's sweet yet firm voice: "?"
You watched helplessly as you finally managed to change back into your original clothes, only to have them transformed into a nun's habit, and then, as if it were a joke, back into your original state; Alastor, with his left arm around you and his right arm around Shirley, continued... uh, interrupting Lucifer's little tune.
"We're your good partners, always ready to help you out~"
"Your family and friends, your loyal innkeeper, and your unparalleled chef from afar~?"
"...I believe this matter has nothing to do with me."
Trying to prove to Lucifer that you didn't want to get involved in this Hell Singer competition, you urgently spoke up and quickly jogged toward the edge of Alastor's spotlight.
But just as you were about to escape the spotlight, Alastor, seemingly unhurried, took your hand and gracefully pulled you back to his side.
Because of the demon's power, Alastor seemed to want to emphasize that you were on his side, changing the colors of himself and you.
The old gentleman twirled you around lightly on the spot, then supported your waist with his hand, his face full of undisguised mockery and arrogance.
"It's obvious you know that~?"
"We've already become accomplices?"
"What are you talking about?"
You look at him expressionlessly.
This seems to be the first time Alastor has included you in one of his songs.
There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.
"Oh, my dear, have you forgotten everything that the inn's chef and I have done for you?"
After singing those two lines, Alastor raised an eyebrow at you, then quickly shifted his attention back to Shirley.
You could even detect a hint of grievance and questioning in his tone.
It must be pretending.
"of course not!"
Shirley, who was completely following Alastor's rhythm, replied in a serious, resounding voice.
"In this vast place of redemption~?"
"In the end, one of us will protect you, and the other will help you achieve perfection."
"Isn't everything we have just a belated illusion, a mere conjecture?"
At this point in his song, Alastor gave Lucifer, who was "below the stage," a look that could almost be described as provocative.
You, who couldn't get a word in edgewise, glanced at Lucifer, whose temper could already be described as very good.
The King of Hell's expression was really unpleasant; his face was contorted with rage, even his two cute little rosy cheeks were distorted.
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Wait a minute, so Alastor actually dragged you into this while singing a provocative song?
Finally realizing what was happening, you stared in shock at Lucifer, whose eyes now held displeasure and anger, speechless.
You only hope that the kind and gentle Prince Lucifer will not be blinded by jealousy and anger. You hope that he can see the innocence and confusion in your eyes, instead of being led by the nose by the rhythm king Alastor!
You have a reasonable suspicion that Alastor did this because you previously said you wanted to get along with Lucifer.
……
...That damn little bitch ;)