Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 228 The Greedy Woman - S01E06

"...Wait, the stars personally announced...?"

As if just realizing something, Colvin looked in astonishment at the Eastern sinner who had taken back the jade token and was smiling strangely, "What do you have to do with the Stars' personal seal...?"

"..."

"Oh...I see."

Looking at the expression on ■■■'s face, Colvin immediately realized that he hadn't thought things through enough.

"You are the one who initiates all the stars." The male demon seemed to find it amusing, and uttered these words with a sense of powerlessness and dejection.

He turned his head to the side, letting it droop listlessly against the side of the throne, and said in a flat tone, "Thank you so much for letting me know so much."

Because ■■■ had told him so much, Colvin felt as if he had been mentally tormented to the point that he was no longer able to be surprised by any situation that was outside the norm.

"Not bad, looks like you're not hopelessly stupid."

Seeing that the other party was so relieved, the witch standing in front of Corvén tilted her head slightly; she looked at him, and then pretended to be shy and covered her face with her fan.

"..."

"I can't believe that you, a woman, did all of these things."

Perhaps out of resentment, or perhaps out of fear of the future, the male sinner sitting on the throne looked listlessly at the slender and tall dragon girl before him, and suddenly a sorrowful yet wicked smile appeared on his lips.

"It's surprising. Most of the women I've met before are just soft-hearted and content as long as they get love and comfort."

"They usually enjoy fantasizing, wanting something for nothing, and gossiping about their other companions."

"No matter how strong a woman is, she will always succumb to the hammer of 'love'."

At this point, Colvin suddenly spread his beautiful fins on the sides of his ears like an animal intimidating its enemy, and his cobalt blue eyes instantly turned into a frenzied fluorescent green.

"Although you're arrogant and think you're in control right now... I'm really looking forward to seeing how a crazy and greedy woman like you will fall... Ughhhhhh!"

Listening to Colvin's words, ■■■, whose face showed little emotion, casually flicked the bone fan he was holding in his right hand.

With a whooshing sound, a snow-white spiral spike shot out from the fan in her hand like an extended hidden weapon, pinning the male demon, who was in a final burst of energy, straight to the throne.

I really like the second half of your sentence.

Amidst Colvin's agonizing screams, the Eastern sinner lowered her eyelids indifferently, her tone mild and calm; she twirled the fan in her hand as if stirring a bowl of cream.

The female demon's gaze was calm, as if she were examining an inanimate object.

"I really like the description of a crazy and greedy woman."

■■■ Staring at the tip of his blade, the sharp object, made of an unknown material, twisted within Colvin's bloody wound.

Amidst the other person's painful groans and sobs, large patches of blood seeped onto their clothes, forming irregular bloodstains.

“Despicable, cruel, inhuman… I don’t mind if you use any words to describe me.”

■■■ Extend a few fingers and slowly, very slowly, lift the fan handle in your hand.

She relished the man's miserable state and suffocating wails before her, then playfully stomped hard between his legs, as if to intimidate and provoke him.

"listen."

"money."

"right."

"prestige."

"A cicada that can shed its shell..."

"I want them both."

"And of all that a person can obtain in a limited time... the one thing I care least about is what you call love."

"But even now, I still want to thank you."

"Because of my fruit... you actually grew very well."

After saying these words word by word, ■■■, like some kind of mischievous child, suddenly leaned close to Colvin, whose eyes were already stinging with tears, and spoke with a hint of encouragement and praise in his tone.

Like a jump scare that's overflowing with praise.

"However, you are a bad child."

"It's such a shame."

Just then, ■■■'s voice suddenly deepened. She deftly withdrew her fan-sword; the beautiful fan with its intricate openwork carvings instantly returned to its original docile and harmless state.

The roots of the dragon girl's horns suddenly turned red, like the once silent magma awakening and stirring.

They filled in the sorceress's originally beautiful obsidian dragon horns until the huge, menacing horns on her head turned into two orange-red trees.

Her once silky black hair suddenly began to burn, its ends swirling wildly in the air like raging waves in a storm.

—The air, which was originally filled with the smell of blood, suddenly began to fall like fine snow ashes.

"what--"

"Perhaps, tearing out your heart and guts will make a bad kid like you a little smarter?"

The female demon smiled and approached the male demon, who was covered in sweat and looked extremely terrified.

She spoke these words gently, but her voice changed.

It sounded like a mixture of women's and men's voices; the background was a cacophony of roars, screams, and sobs, like a horrific, gruesome battlefield.

But when the female demon didn't speak, all that surrounded Colvin was the sound of the wind and the snow hitting his face, its temperature indistinguishable.

Under the horrified gaze of the male sinner and his bitter smile that was more like a grimace, the Eastern sinner who had tormented him for so long reached out and gently cupped his face in his hands.

The Eastern Sinner's body had somehow become emaciated, so much so that she could only meet the cobalt blue eyes of the male demon on the throne by bending deeply.

"Come on... darling, let me cut out your intestines and heart... and replace them with something more obedient?"

As she said this, she lingered her fingertips intimately along the other person's jawline, her gaze as gentle as a veil under the moonlight.

Despite her bizarre and morbid questioning, she deliberately used a roundabout tone, which gave the already strange sentences a chillingly insane upward slant at the end.

"Turn your pain and regret into fruit and offer it to me."

"I pray that I will give you, such a disobedient child, a quick death..."

Her icy hands left cruel marks on the male demon's face, like instruments of torture; the voice of the Eastern sinner fell from the sky like tens of thousands of turbulent withered leaves.

In the realm where time stood still, the entire sky suddenly darkened; the dragon girl's horns flickered in the darkness and the gale, looking like a lantern attracting moths.

'She seemed disdainful of revealing her terrifying side to those weaker than herself.'

As she gazed at the trembling Corvin, a look of confusion and strange affection crossed her face, as if she were seeing not a sinner, but a fallen child, or a crying teenager in a dentist's office.

Why are you acting so scared...?

"I haven't done anything to you yet."

She tilted her head, her incomprehension tinged with a sickly and unsettling romanticism.

"...You mean I have other options besides death?"

Korvien, who seemed to have lost too much blood, looked at the woman in front of him, his tired tone carrying an obvious hint of sarcasm.

He still didn't understand why his wounds hadn't healed, but because of what he'd seen and heard before, he wouldn't be surprised by anything this nameless Eastern woman did now.

"Of course there is! Tell me who's behind you, and I'll spare your life."

As if pouting, ■■■ suddenly widened her eyes and leaned down to sit on the armrest of the throne next to the male sinner.

The slender, tall Eastern woman leaned like a graceful willow tree, exuding an irresistible, cool fragrance; she propped her head up with one hand, looking down at Corvin on the throne with a face full of affection.

The dragon girl casually crossed her legs to the side, and a unique charm of generosity and disdain emanated from her cold golden eyes and slender figure.

Unlike the fiery and passionate Western woman, the sexiness of the Eastern woman is built on absolute power and disdain.

Her gaze was neither gentle nor humble; it was one of aggressive selection and contempt for the weak, cold and willful.

...Just like she clearly knows the extent of her abilities and charm.