Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 265 Kissing Hands - S01E07

"Now that you've put it this way, I guess it would be foolish of me to disagree, wouldn't it?"

Faced with the radio demon's repeated attacks and a strange Eastern sinner with an ambiguous attitude but a good reputation, Rosie simply raised an eyebrow slightly.

"……Really!"

Shirley, who clearly looked grateful and relieved, appeared to be on the verge of tears.

Facing the little princess's bright gaze, the elegant and classic cannibal lady waved her hand casually and nonchalantly, then placed her right hand on her chest and turned to look at the hellish princess beside her, who was filled with excitement and anticipation.

"What can I say? Besides, old Alastor has never mistreated me...?"

……

Looking at Rosie, whose tone was somewhat meaningful and who sensed a hidden meaning in her words, the Eastern Sinner reached into his sleeves and unexpectedly curled up the corners of his mouth.

But it was probably not a pleasant laugh; rather, it was a kind of unprecedented, delightful amusement.

Clearly, while Rosie's use of "old Alastor" wasn't malicious, and was even just a joke among Western devils, this form of address certainly suited [the perpetrator's] wicked sense of humor...

Similarly, Rosie's use of "never treated me unfairly before" is also quite interesting.

"Oh—thank you, thank you, thank you—!!"

When he heard Shirley grab the lady's hands and thank her frantically in an excited tone, almost jumping for joy, the Eastern Sinner noticed that the Broadcast Demon standing next to Shirley seemed to have shifted his gaze to him.

'What, are you thinking about how to kill her? Or are you trying to squeeze some other profits out of her?'

Come to think of it, I made a fool of myself in front of the broadcasting demon on the street before. If he doesn’t want to kill me or make me disappear forever now, then logically it doesn’t make sense, right?

Thinking of this, the Eastern Sinner, who suddenly felt a little smug, didn't look at the other person, but straightened his chest, as if silently expressing his smugness.

Your thick, long tail swayed gently behind you, as if your heart had finally leaped with joy.

You no longer intend to pay attention to Wendigo, who is standing still and whose entire demeanor has returned to its elegant state.

After Xia Li finally seemed to calm down a bit, Dongfang Zui slowly straightened his cuffs.

She gently placed her hand on Shirley's shoulder and asked softly, "Honey, would you mind? I have something to take care of."

"What... Ah, oh! Of course, of course! May I hear it?"

Although she probably didn't understand what you wanted, Shirley quickly moved aside and peeked out from behind you, asking this question.

"...Heh, it's nothing interesting, my sweetheart...it's a secret among adults."

You glanced helplessly at Shirley behind you, who looked quite curious, then closed your eyes and made a "shh" gesture to her. "Give me some personal space, okay?"

“…Oh, that’s fine! That’s fine…”

……

Although she said it was okay, Shirley's face practically screamed "I'm curious."

Because she wasn't doing her own thing or chatting with the broadcast demon at all; instead, she was staring straight at you, as if she wanted to bore a hole through you with her gaze—

After all, in the Hell Princess's memory, her chef rarely hid anything; it would be a lie to say she wasn't curious...

However, even if you dote on Shirley, what you're about to say must not be heard by her.

"My lady, please forgive this little disturbance."

In the spirit of a formal conversation, facing the cannibalistic lady who was considerably shorter than himself, the Eastern Sinner first took a half-step back as a gentleman, and then politely gave Rosie a perfectly standard hand-to-chest salute.

She bent slightly, tilted her body to the side to conceal her posture, bowed her head in greeting, and tried to keep her voice as gentle and low as possible.

"I offer you my blessings for today, may the light of hell shine upon you—good day, my beautiful lady."

Rosie looked a little surprised by the luggage in front of her.

She stared wide-eyed with great interest, her whole demeanor showing a hint of joy or delight, as if she were surprised that the foreign demon before her actually knew the etiquette of her own time.

Everything was just right.

His slightly hunched posture, the deliberately concealed sense of oppression, his excellent upbringing, his respectful yet not servile demeanor—and his pleasing face.

"Oh dear! When did such a charming and gentlemanly sinner arrive in hell?"

Rosie first feigned surprise and commented in a teasing tone, then coughed lightly and said in a smooth and melodious voice, "Look, it's so good to meet you."

"What beautiful and charming words!"

"Such a polite greeting is always pleasant in hell!"

"Your words are truly refreshing; such beautiful words always leave a lasting impression, don't they?"

As the cannibal lady spoke lightly, she raised her hand, which had been hanging by her side, toward ■■■.

The Eastern Sinner's eyes flickered slightly, and then he gently supported the other's knuckles with only two fingers, while the other three fingers hung down naturally, his movements precise and restrained.

The female demon lowered her head humbly, her eyelashes drooping slightly, her pale face glowing a delicate pink from the arrogant, blood-red light streaming through the window.

Her thin lips stopped an inch from the ogre lord's hand; she didn't kiss it, but let her warm breath fall on the back of his hand—

Thus, a truly gentlemanly and perfect hand-kissing gesture was completed.

"Oh... my Lucifer, this is truly... hahahaha~"

Seeing the Eastern sinner's bow, Rosie's eyes widened in surprise, then she covered her mouth with her hand, but the lady laughed heartily, "Good heavens, Alastor, you cunning old man, have you been spending all this time with a lady like this?"

"You always come here to feast, but you keep the interesting things to yourself. How rude!"

The beautiful, elegant, and talkative cannibalistic lady slyly closed one eye, tilted her head back, and let out a playful, angry sigh.

"Right? I told you this young lady is very likable!"

Upon hearing Rosie's assessment, the radio demon immediately picked up the conversation excitedly, like a dutiful straight man.

The former broadcaster stared wide-eyed, somewhat nervously.

He held out one hand to Rosie in front of him, his tone carrying a sense of helplessness and lighthearted complaint, as if to say, "I told you so, but you just wouldn't believe me."

But for some reason, the broadcasting demon maintained a small distance from the other party—

But perhaps his behavior was simply out of respect... like a gesture of goodwill towards a powerful woman?

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