Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 238 The Joker - S01E07

You knew perfectly well how cunning and wicked Alastor was, but when you invited him that day and sincerely told him you wanted to make him a radio star, you were sure you were revealing your true feelings to him.

Because you needed him, and he had always done a good job, you truly gave him your trust that day.

You made it clear to him that you were truly sincere.

...yet he still chooses to enrage you.

Just like what you did that day meant nothing to him, even the words you gave him and those eulogies that may or may not have suited his tastes became a source of ridicule for him to use in the future.

You're just unwilling to admit that the sincerity you gave him after careful consideration and meticulous planning was carelessly discarded by someone you cared about so much.

...Even if you know that Alastor is indeed this type of demon, you were the one who lost your mind and foolishly exposed your neck to him.

……

Ugh, you absolutely hate Alastor for treating you like this and for his hypocritical smile, but you hate yourself even more for getting carried away and letting your guard down.

Alastor did not resist you.

Is it because he knows that resisting you right now is pointless? Just like he knows that one day you'll lower your guard and become a laughingstock for him and his friends to mock?

……

You still couldn't say anything.

You can faintly feel the pulse beating in Alastor's neck through your clenched fingertips.

Watching the defenseless demon panting beneath your hand, you suddenly feel an unprecedented pain and loss, so intense that every drop of blood in your body is restless.

Why didn't you kill him immediately?

What answer do you ultimately want from a man who has already given you his answer?

Your trust and indulgence are worthless to Alastor.

'Hasn't he already given you that answer?'

……

The voices in your head are chattering away.

The anger from the betrayal of those you trusted relentlessly and severely disturbed your senses.

In the rage of extreme anger, for a moment you even feel as if you understand Alastor's craving for food and his curiosity about flavors.

Because at this very moment, you also feel a desire to bite off the deer's neck, suck its blood, and let your anger devour Alastor completely.

"..."

"Alastor".

"Is there even a single word of truth in your mouth?"

You asked the male demon in your hand in a strained tone.

You feel as if your chest is stuffed with wet cotton, with several broken blades stuck inside; every time you open your mouth, those hidden blades cut your lungs painfully.

"Damn broadcasting demons."

"...You beast."

"Heh... Hahahaha... Maybe I should try to have a chat with Vox. We'd definitely get along well, because I want to kill you just like he does right now."

Your pupils trembled, and your voice, a mixture of anger and laughter, mingled with the voices of both a woman and a man, as you slammed the Wendigo, which seemed utterly powerless in your hand, into the ground with a heavy, chaotic force.

"Or is this what you wanted?"

You squinted, and with your other hand, you raised the chain again, lifting the head of the scarlet demon that was lying on the ground a little higher.

"What are you planning to do with Shirley?"

As Alastor frowned in discomfort, her sharp canines protruding from the sides of the dragon girl's mouth, she looked like a rabid dog on the verge of exploding.

“You know, Alastor.”

"The last person who had feelings for Shirley is now living a life worse than death."

You lean closer to Alastor and threaten him in a deep voice.

The familiar, stench of swamp decay, tinged with the smell of blood, slowly seeps into your nostrils; like a venomous snake, it licks at your unsettled mind.

But faced with your extremely oppressive threat, Alastor simply tilted his head slightly.

Wendigo's high ear tips trembled slightly, and you could see his beautiful red hair, which now looked like a fallen hell rose.

His soft hair brushed against your knuckles, like a gentle, unhurried teasing.

"Honey, your hands are shaking."

The devil uses his broken, radio-like voice to subtly remind you of this.

Alastor's tone was calm and experienced; compared to his usual harsh and vicious attacks, his voice was even gentle at this moment.

His words and tone reminded you of a reliable elder who gently supports your arm and helps you re-aim when you're practicing shooting.

……

...But now that things have come to this, how can someone like him possibly pretend to be an elder in front of you?!

For some reason, after he said that, your fingers immediately curled up involuntarily as if you had been burned.

"..."

"Alastor".

"I feel disgusted by you."

Because of Wendigo's sudden remarks, Daenerys's usually indifferent voice now carried a hint of unnatural resentment.

But he didn't seem to care about what you said, he just kept his head tilted and his strange smile, quietly watching you.

He didn't deliver the sharp and harsh retorts he used to show off his unique way of doing things and his reckless madness.

But he has already made a deal with Shirley, so how could he not know that your relationship with him would break down as a result?

Looking at your subordinate Alastor, a hint of confusion flashed in your eyes.

...Because you feel as if you've never truly understood Alastor, you suddenly begin to find your arrogance laughable.

In your eyes, he has always been a rose on a cliff; you thought you could coexist peacefully with this beautiful yet bloodthirsty rose, but you never imagined that just by getting close, your hands would be covered in blood.

But then you suddenly feel like you've understood something in an instant.

—Alastor never needed your kindness or sincerity; you were just a fool he could use.

The broadcast demon is a perfect circle from beginning to end.

He loved himself and his freedom above all else, to the point that he disdained to deal with or accept anyone's sincerity.

Ironically, even when treated this way, you still only praise Alastor's excellence and superiority.

Even if you hate him now, you still wouldn't want to slander him.

Because, as you know, because it is itself a self-sufficient circle... that is why Alastor is so excellent.

Everyone is a clown he uses to amuse himself, and you are just the biggest, yet most conspicuous, member of that clown group.