Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 6 The Broadcasting Prince, Please Take a Bear's Blow

Even though you've only spoken a few words to him, you've already started to look forward to it.

You're really looking forward to seeing what kind of expression the seemingly effortless scarlet gentleman will have when he's defeated.

It's true that the pleasure of watching the strong fall and humiliate is timeless.

"Employees? Uh... of course we have them! ■■■?"

When Shirley called you, you, who had been curled up on the sofa, quietly sat up straight and looked at her and Alastor beside her.

Clearly, their conversation had moved on to other topics.

"■■■ is our chef! Although she's not famous yet, her skills are absolutely on par with any Michelin-starred chef in hell! ...Uh...I mean, she's truly incredible!"

The blonde girl in your eyes seemed a little uneasy at first.

But once she got to your side, she immediately opened her arms to you as if showing off something, her eyes sparkling.

"Once you've eaten her cooking... believe me, you'll never want to go to any other restaurant again! I mean... any!!"

She said it in a particularly excited tone.

You, feeling like Shirley is about to blow you up like a balloon: "..."

Shirley's eagerness to dissect you and show you to Alastor inexplicably reminded you of the meme that was quite popular when you were alive.

It's that line, "When you say nothing is perfect," that Shirley would probably fill in "you" without hesitation at this moment.

It's clear that you've already won over the little princess of hell's stomach with your culinary skills.

“I’m really looking forward to it, but is she the only employee in the entire hotel? That’s far from enough; you’ll need more staff.”

Alastor, whose gaze had been fixed on you for a long time, strolled towards you from a distance with a knowing look on his face.

He stood tall and had a habit of putting his hands behind his back; his textbook-perfect elegance and the oddly shaped cane in his hand reminded you of a Western gentleman from the last century.

"Oh! But we've met before, haven't we? My dear Miss Chef."

Alastor's mood didn't sound as impassioned as before, but it still carried a casual and talkative quality.

"Ah, yes, we're quite destined to meet."

Unlike everyone else, you wouldn't normally be as friendly to Alastor, who is both your enemy and friend, but now that he's joined the Pleasure Hotel, you can no longer show your hostility.

Realizing this, you listlessly smoothed out the wrinkles in your clothes and stood up, making eye contact with him for the first time.

"However, Mr. Broadcasting Demon, before you join this hotel, there are a few things I need to tell you."

You look at him, speaking calmly and deliberately, each word distinct.

Alastor raised one eyebrow nonchalantly, and several unidentified symbols flashing green light slowly floated around him.

“I am very grateful for what you did for me on the street before. If there is anything I can do to help, I will do my best.”

With your tone unchanged, you casually pulled the bewildered Shirley behind you, while Vicky, standing beside you with an unfriendly expression, completely blocked Shirley's view.

At this moment, you, who are about the same height as Alastor, look as if you are confronting him.

You naturally know why Alastor mentioned that you had met long ago, but you believe that people don't trust you enough to be threatened by the infamous broadcast demon.

But you don't like his little pranks that sow seeds of doubt.

Alastor disdained to conceal his malice, and you understand that a sinner lord like him wouldn't like to be looked at like that—

Unfortunately, you don't care about these things.

“Dear Mr. Radio Demon, I hope you understand one thing: not everyone in this hotel is a gullible sinner.”

“I mean… if I see anything that makes me unhappy, or if I see you attack anyone in the hotel…”

"Haha, or rather, you're welcome to give it a try."

In just a moment, the silent air was violently torn apart by the raging air currents.

Before the oppressive words had even finished, the female sinner in front of Alastor suddenly swelled in size; the dragon horns atop her head shone brilliantly like a volcanic eruption.

Her figure only stopped stretching after it had grown more than a head taller than the broadcasting demon in front of her, but this still seemed to be far from her true form.

The bright red and orange hues, along with the wind emanating from her, created a vortex of suppressed energy around her, yet even so, it was still so hot that it almost blinded the demon.

Huge, dark shadows, resembling dragons and pythons, covered all the walls of the hotel. They moved slowly, howling as if trying to tear something apart.

An unseen, gigantic object on the wall rubbed against the wallpaper, making an eerie and chilling rustling sound.

The long, jet-black hair surged wildly behind the tall sinner, and then gradually transformed into a blazing, bright flame.

Scales crawled up ■■■'s cheeks, and the golden eyes of the mysterious Eastern creature gleamed in the dimly lit hotel.

Dirty snow, resembling ashes, appeared in the hotel's air at some unknown time. Inorganic matter that shouldn't exist landed on her long tail, eventually being dissolved by her mane, which had become a quenched sharp blade.

Her voice became like a giant beast suppressing its hatred, or like the whispers of a man and a woman speaking in unison. The falling tones were mixed with inhuman screams, and the chilling "empty" sounds echoed in the hotel.

Ancient chains of unknown origin bound the mysterious creature's neck and limbs, but this did not diminish the dangerous aura emanating from her and the joyful black flames emanating from her.

Indescribable.

It is mind-blowing.

The colossal beast, seemingly capable of battling against heaven and earth, revealed only the tip of its iceberg at this moment.

'Having died for reasons unknown, you descended to hell and transformed into a corrupted and cursed Eastern dragon, unlike anything ever seen in hell.'

Unfortunately, Alastor wasn't intimidated by your initial display of strength... or rather, it would be out of character for him to be intimidated.

You narrowed your golden pupils and stared into the eyes of the broadcasting demon that had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Rather than being frightened, Alastor, who maintained a smile throughout, seemed more like someone appreciating something interesting.

Although revealing your true form is a way of demonstrating your strength and also a form of deterrence.

You just wanted to say that if he wasn't honest, that silly girl Shirley probably wouldn't do anything, but you wouldn't mind dragging this infamous sinner lord away and beating him up.

Unfortunately, the well-informed broadcasting demon, who had even carried out a massacre, remained calm and collected, his red eyes still staring at you without blinking.

He seems certain that you won't harm him.

Even in the absence of a verbal exchange or a threat, a smart person can understand it more thoroughly than others.

Meeting Alastor's ambiguous gaze, and not actually wanting to clash with a seemingly intelligent demon, you subtly twitched the corner of your mouth.

"...Of course, as a member of the hotel staff, if there's anything you'd like to eat, please write it on a sticky note in the refrigerator."

After the weapons display, you immediately reverted to your fighting stance, moving as fast as a flame going out of a lighter.

In the blink of an eye, the brilliance of the dragon horns and your fiery long hair faded away like a fleeting moment.

So you went back to your previous quiet and gentle demeanor, and your tone returned to its original state.

You didn't notice the hint of regret that flashed across Alastor's face.

"When stating your needs, please specify that you eat three meals a day, meaning breakfast, lunch, and dinner. If you only eat one or two meals, please specify the exact times."

"Desserts are served at the intersection of the three time slots each day, and late-night snacks are provided if necessary. The most lavish meal is prepared every weekend."

"I will provide food on special holidays. If you still believe in religion after going to hell, or if you have special needs for food, or if you are allergic to any food and need me to provide special meals, please let me know in time."

After revealing your true form, you seem to deflate completely, and the broadcast of the demon's introduction is very businesslike and unmoved.

Everything was so peaceful and calm, as if nothing had happened at all.

"Of course, you can also choose not to eat my cooking; that's everyone's freedom—"

As if reading from a script, you continued slowly under the scrutinizing gaze of a scarlet sinner.

"And although I said that before, you are also a member of the hotel."

“I apologize for my recklessness and rudeness, but what I said is absolutely true and valid, and I personally do not recommend trying it.”

"Finally, welcome to the Pleasure Hotel, dear broadcaster... wait a minute! Shirley!"

"Yay! That's great! We're on the rise!"

After you politely greet Alastor, Shirley, who had been watching you nervously, suddenly hugged you from behind and started rubbing her face against your back.

A sudden sense of foreboding washed over you, and you immediately realized that your feet seemed to—

Great! Because you've been inexplicably excited and started being picked up and spun around wildly by Shirley.

You glanced at Vicky beside you in horror, but her eyes were fixed on Alastor, and she didn't notice that you were being picked up like a doll by a certain little princess from hell.

Caught off guard, you are suddenly picked up and spun around by the hellish bodhisattva Shirley, leaving you dizzy and disoriented. Your tail even knocks things off the table.

“Very good, I think you have made yourself very clear, ■■■.”

Just as you were seeing stars, you heard Alastor's sharp heels clicking on the wooden floor.

His unchanging, joking tone proved that he didn't seem to care about this little farce.

The radio demon's footsteps were incredibly light, and a series of crisp "tap-tap" sounds pounded against your eardrums.

In just a moment, Alastor's pale face, almost ashen, and his vibrant red hair came into view.

And there was his huge smile, which seemed frozen on his face.

A thought flashes through your mind: a red creature, whether Wendigo or deer, seems to fly by.

Because you realize that this seems to be the first time Alastor has called you by your full name.