Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 180 Shit happens - S01E06

■■■'s hands were just as cold as the surface of a metal object, just as he remembered.

Besides the soft skin, Alastor thought he was holding one of those high-end radios with soft leather straps on the knobs.

But before he could react, the dragon girl who had grabbed the devil's claws suddenly exerted her strength and forcefully pulled him into her arms.

"Crack-!"

With a crash of collapsing rubble, a huge piece of ceiling suddenly fell from above where the devil had just been.

Several sharp steel needles were lit and flickered in the smoke and dust.

The suspended iron object carried a chilling, inorganic malice, like fate playing a cruel joke on you.

Even though the devils aren't actually that afraid of this kind of thing.

……

The broadcasting demon, who had been completely pulled into the dragon girl's arms, stared wide-eyed.

Veins bulged on his forehead, and his body stiffened because he could not accept such intimate contact.

Moreover, from the moment ■■■ grabbed Alastor's hand to the moment she pulled the male demon into her arms, the sharp and piercing radio malfunction finally subsided.

It's clear that the sinner lord really hates this.

Because from the very beginning, his ears never stood up.

Unfortunately, you need to focus on getting out of this awful place right now, and you don't have much time to pay attention to the dignity and emotions of the broadcast demon that need to be "carefully protected".

"Oh~ men who pretend to be aloof and reserved are the hardest to appease~"

Lady Cynthia, perched atop your head, props her face up with her hands, watching with amusement as Alastor, clutching his staff, looks utterly uncomfortable.

"But darling, I've heard that men like this have a very strong libido. I wonder if you'll be able to satisfy him in the future?"

The little devil made a dirty joke that was very fitting for the hellish setting.

...If only you didn't have ears.

Your face probably fell down along with Alastor's.

And clearly, this rather horrible joke completely stepped into Alastor's unforgivable offensive minefield.

"...Oh...hehe, do you mind!?"

After Cynthia told that very indecent dirty joke, you saw the Broadcast Demon's eyes almost instantly turn into pointers.

He didn't even use his elegant and complex ornate language to tell too many highly satirical sadistic jokes.

The sinner lord was instantly ignited by just one sentence...

(Do you think that the little devil saying those words was an even greater insult to Alastor?)

The blackness, a harbinger of anger and the impending unleashing of magic, immediately replaced the devil's red eyes.

A dark shadow stirred restlessly at your feet, and some inexplicable symbols began to appear around you—

You coughed lightly twice, silently interrupting Alastor's angry outburst, and calmly acted as a peacemaker: "Hey, little guys, let's behave for a bit!"

"You know, this gentleman is the type who would use English dark death rhymes as part of his humor."

"Besides, the last major news event that amused me was the Pan Am Lockerbie bombing... So, let's not try to test this man's patience and his words, okay?"

(This refers to the 1988 Pan Am plane explosion and disintegration over the English border town of Lockerbie, which killed all 259 passengers and crew members, including 11 Lockerbie residents. This air disaster is considered a retaliatory terrorist attack by Libya against America, and the deadliest terrorist attack against America before 9/11.)

"...Hmph, but I have to admit, this is indeed one of the funniest things you've told me about the world recently."

After hearing a sound like the static of a radio being switched off, you glanced out of the corner of your eye at Wendigo, whose anger seemed to have subsided somewhat.

The incomprehensible foreign gentleman seemed to have nothing to do with it, and was still savoring the "Lockeby crash" you mentioned.

Just like how he might feign mourning while actually having a particular fondness for the "91 Incident" and the "attack on Hong Kong"...

"Sometimes dying too early can really mean missing out on a lot of good things."

The sinful lord, lying like a cradle, closed his eyes, opened his right hand, and spoke with a regretful yet flippant tone.

"What a pity."

……

His fate in hell is truly undisputed.

No wonder even Shirley didn't think she could save him.

If he goes to heaven, he'll definitely become a terrorist, right?

"Sir, instead of spouting nonsense that could lead you to a place worse than hell, why don't you try to hold on tighter first?"

You reminded him in a cool voice, knowing perfectly well what Alastor was regretting.

"If you're going to follow me out of the fire in this position, your clothes will definitely be worn into a wet rag on the ground while I'm dodging falling debris—well, or your back will slam into some protruding obstacle."

I can't guarantee that.

"After all... things are unpredictable."

"..."

"Susu."

It was the sound of clothes rubbing together, clearly indicating disdain, like a silent but angry protest.

As Alastor silently reached out and wrapped his arms around your neck, you felt him not only pinching your flesh but also retaliating by digging his nails into your skin.

“...It hurts quite a bit.” The expressionless Eastern sinner frowned slightly.

"You deserve this, honey."

The broadcasting demon, deliberately drawing out its voice, leans close to your ear and whispers this in its strange tone.

you:"……"

...Based on what he said, you actually really want to leave Alastor here to die.

But then you thought about it more carefully, and realized that the fact that the fire could harm Alastor was indeed somewhat related to you...

Moreover, you might as well have punched him to death earlier to vent your anger.

"I'm serious, hold on tight—you guys too! If you fall, I'll be in big trouble!"

The dragon girl called out in a reminder.

Because of his overly stiff facial expression, the Eastern sinner always gave people a strange sense of security. He held the male demon's legs, which were as thin as a stack of firewood, tightly with his left hand, while his other hand quickly formed a hand seal.

Of course, you need to free up one hand to perform the fire-avoidance spell, which is why you have to risk letting Alastor put his arm around your neck.

If you're trying to get people out of a fire, you have to use a hand gesture to ensure safety... but Westerners probably wouldn't understand that.

I thought you wanted him to have intimate contact with you? This... this thing looks like a rotting bush!

Before it shot through the fire like an arrow, you glanced at Alastor's obviously impatient profile.

Clearly, such overly intimate behavior is far beyond what you two can accept.

If you hadn't let him come out with you today, you might not have had to suffer like this... but you don't want Alastor to become a handle for the angels to use against Shirley.

Who knows what this sadist might do when he's in a rage? You might as well just leave him like this.

After all, it's better to be driven to death by the broadcasting demon than to hear that Shirley is being bullied in heaven.

While inwardly fuming, the Dragon Girl calmly dodged the raging flames that swept towards them.

She held her hand, which was forming a hand seal, in front of her, skillfully protecting the red-haired head of the devil that was perched beside her face.

Long tongues of fire licked across the pale face of the Eastern sinner, reflecting in her dazzling golden eyes.

"Excuse my bluntness, miss, is the escape knowledge you learned from childhood to university about running upstairs when the whole building is on fire?"

Every time the broadcast demon spoke, the air around him would tremble.

You could hear the contempt and arrogance clearly laid out in his words.

To avoid the quick-witted devil nagging you endlessly about this, the Eastern Sinner sighed deeply, turned his head, and spoke to Wendigo, whose sharp teeth were bared:

"The entrance had been blown up long ago, so the fire was started from below."

"If I lead you down this path..."

You'd better start wondering if I bought you insurance in hell.