Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 266 Matters Between Adults - S01E07

The Eastern Sinner decides to give Rosie and the Broadcast Demon, his old friends, some time to observe his actions.

For a lady with a late 19th-century American style, especially if the other person is an elder, proper etiquette and a hand kiss are essential for a well-mannered person like you.

However, Rosie didn't chat with the somewhat noisy red-haired broadcaster for long.

The talkative lady quickly refocused her attention on you.

She ladylike placed her hand on the front of her skirt, winked at you, seemingly curious or silently urging you to continue the topic you initially intended to discuss.

"……very good."

"But please forgive me, madam... would you mind speaking to me privately?"

You gentlemanly step back, giving Rosie a window to see what's behind her.

Outside the room where Shirley was discussing the Great Extinction.

The inhabitants of the ogre territory were making a ruckus inside this enormous building—

Then the matter becomes quite obvious.

Your "private talk" isn't just about being able to talk to Rosie alone; it's about finding a place where it's just the two of you.

Perhaps, besides the Hell Princess, she is also deliberately avoiding a certain sinner lord?

Inside the room, Wendigo, left to the side, had his right hand behind his back.

He lowered his eyes slightly, staring and rubbing the tips of his paws held at his side in a pretentious manner.

The meticulous one-way mirror reflects the emotions of this gentleman from the 1930s.

The male demon's eyes, which seemed to be flashing with the frequency of a radio broadcast, seemed to conceal some kind of shadowy and subtle anxiety; but the broadcaster's ever-meaning yet unchanging terrifying smile made it impossible to figure out what he was thinking at this moment.

The curious Hell Princess stood in front of him, obscuring half of Wendigo's astonishingly slender body.

She craned her neck like a puppy waiting for a playmate, not saying a word, but desperately wanting her chef to sense her inner longing.

However, when you actually meet the blonde girl's probing gaze, you instinctively give her a reassuring and gentle smile.

As the only person in the entire hell who could see the Dragon Girl's unreserved smile, Shirley felt a little guilty after making eye contact with her. She chuckled awkwardly twice and then turned her head away, clearly trying to hide something.

The pretty blonde princess winked and pretended not to care about what she was going to talk to Rosie about next.

"Oh~ that's quite surprising! An interesting invitation? Hahaha~ Darling, why not?"

Rosie was initially surprised by your suggestion.

But to your surprise, she didn't ask for any extra conditions. Instead, she took your arm in a friendly and familiar way, while dramatically opening her other hand towards the air.

"Come in! Come in! I'm always willing to be more patient with a good child who is interesting, mysterious, and charming!" The ogre lady said to you in a slightly accented tone as your eyes widened slightly. "Alastor told me you were very young when you died! Thirty? Or thirty-two? What a pity!"

"I never expected that after the turn of the millennium, there would still be people who know those old-fashioned etiquette rules—what a surprise! Isn't that right?"

you:"……"

Upon hearing the crucial question, you quickly maintained your expressionless face and looked at the broadcasting devil who had been frowning the whole time.

However, the moment you turned to look at him, your eyes met.

Surprisingly, you suddenly saw a hint of surprise in his eyes.

But soon, that astonishment turned into something more complex.

However, this complex feeling soon disappeared, like a drop of acid rain falling to the ground.

As you stared at him silently and angrily, he raised an eyebrow and met your gaze again with that arrogant yet intrigued look.

The broadcaster lightly tapped his back with the microphone cane slung across his back, as if he had thought of something particularly amusing—

……

What else could that bastard be thinking?

Who gave him permission to tell other outsiders about your affairs?

Who else did this guy tell about you? And how many?

You clench your fists, a forced smile playing on your lips, and your tail taut with rage.

The dragon girl's black scales made a sound like metal rubbing together as her muscles were squeezed together.

You couldn't stand there staring at him for too long.

Because Rosie quickly pulled you to a corner of the room, where there seemed to be another room that could separate you.

But as you pass by the deliberately ignored Wendigo, you might expect him to say something sarcastic or mocking.

But he didn't turn around.

Your and Rosie's footsteps stirred up a gentle breeze.

The wind ruffled the ends of the broadcaster's hair; you could see his deer-ear-like hair on his head tremble slightly, as if he were deliberately trying to capture the sound.

The male demon simply stood there, his smile growing wider.

You see his fingers tighten around his microphone; his devilish claws curl up, as if he's suppressing something.

"..."

"Hmm... Even so, don't forget, we made a promise."

After a few seconds of silence, the announcer suddenly let out a sigh full of emotion, then magically twirled the cane in his hand a few times before finally resting it on the ground and looking at you and Rosie.

You don't understand why Alastor would say something like that at a time like this.

But when he mentions "agreements" at this time, it will only make the already unstable anger in your heart suddenly flare up.

……

However, Rosie spoke first.

"Of course I know! You suspicious, adorable little sweetheart~"

In response to the broadcast demon's cryptic remarks, the ogre lady beside you covered her mouth and laughed, while waving her hand dismissively at Wendigo, who maintained a smile but had a furrowed brow.

"Oh, Alastor, I bet the little girl with you is quite curious about my territory. Why don't you show her around? I think we can end this conversation soon."

"After all, things between adults always end quickly, and you know that better than anyone, right?"

After saying this, the beautiful lady wearing a huge top hat gracefully raised her head, cheerfully put her arm around your shoulder, and walked towards another room.

She and the radio demon seem to be closer than you might imagine.

You might think that if this elderly gentleman were standing closer to her right now, this elegant lady with a very elder-like demeanor might reach out and pinch his cheek.

But 1890 is indeed older than 1930, right?

You curl the corners of your lips, wanting to see if the old man's expression would be more interesting than you imagined the moment the door closed.

But the broadcaster's expression when you turn your head is a bit unexpected.

Because that wasn't a confident, effortless smile.

It seemed to be some kind of... indescribable unspoken feeling, just like the complex emotions he had deliberately concealed before.

But the broadcast demon rarely exposes such strange emotions, unrelated to malice or schadenfreude, to others for extended periods.

The moment Rosie closed the door, you saw Wendigo quickly put away his expression, which was not quite in line with his usual demeanor, and revert to his usual arrogant and gentlemanly appearance.

This enigmatic sinner lord, with his overly familiar and boundless manner, led the seemingly reluctant Shirley out of the room.