Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 303 Anger - S01E08

■■■Sometime during the night, a mysterious spell was cast around the area.

The demones' unusually loud voice only echoed in a small space, preventing the demons downstairs from realizing what was happening on the second floor.

...■■■'s heart is soft and warm.

When the sinner from the East grabbed her wrist and touched her heart in the fire, the devil, who had no idea she would do this, truly transformed into some kind of stag with its fur standing on end.

The sharp horns on his head stretched to their maximum size because of the sudden fright, and his ever-present smile, the corners of his mouth, climbed up to his temples.

Wendigo's sharp teeth rubbed together, making his usually "well-dressed smile" look more ferocious than ever before.

He hunched his shoulders, staring intently at the figure before him with his deeply furrowed brows and wide eyes.

The devil has indeed touched the heart of the sinners of the East.

Amidst the white flames, Alastor saw his sharp claws vaguely touching some kind of unidentified "thing".

Snow-white flames overflowed from between his fingers, like flowing water, or like tens of millions of feathers bowing low and gently cascading outwards.

Despite her words suggesting that her fire should be terrifying to demons, when it flowed in his hands, in the hands of this "guest of Shirley's Inn," the fire seemed so gentle and harmless, like a spring in the deep forest.

The "presence" pulsating in his palm was so warm, so vibrant, so powerful that it almost made his wrist bones tremble.

But... the vitality he possessed was so fragile.

The weakness of the Eastern sinner pulsating in his hands, and the feelings that this weakness brought him, were even more fragile than Alastor had imagined.

■■■The weakness that he held in his hands seemed to the broadcaster like a warm water balloon that children would eagerly grasp, already stretched to its limit, which would burst in his hands with just a little force.

...And so, an offensive, chilling anger suddenly gripped the heart of the broadcasting demon.

It's like knowing his most important and favorite collection or toy, and yet it tries to bypass his permission, even growing arms to make him destroy it...!?

"Let go of my hand."

"..."

"I said... fucking let go of my hand!"

……

■■■ It seems there was no expectation that the broadcasting demon would say anything else.

After a brief silence, the other person suddenly used tremendous force to pull his hand out of her chest and then flung it away violently.

The devil, who looked somewhat gritted-teeth, maintained his almost stitched-on smile and glared angrily at the sinner from the East before him.

He was breathing heavily and rapidly.

The broadcaster's lips twitched unnaturally, his eyes trembled, and anger and a kind of lingering fear flickered within them.

However, faced with the lord's fury, which was enough to terrify all the arrogant sinners, ■■■ still maintained a calm and composed expression.

Her composure, as if nothing had happened, almost made one think that her previous loss of control was just some distant illusion.

"..."

"So, that's all."

(So, that's it)

You look at Wendigo, whose breathing is erratic, yet she still tries to maintain her elegant image by adjusting her bow tie and cuffs, and utter a few short words.

Then... she stopped talking.

The white flames that had been burning fiercely began to disappear into the female demon's chest like shooting stars streaking across the sky.