Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 25 "Wanting to have it to the point of madness".

Alastor seemed even more excited after seeing you assume a fighting stance.

Because you notice that both his shadow and the antlers on his head are stirring.

“Although I fired him, no matter what you do, officer, as my superior, I will protect my former employee.”

Faced with the broadcast demon's ambiguous impatience, you calmly confronted him.

"This is part of the company's... uh, the six insurances and two funds, which also includes three days off a week and flexible working hours."

"What six insurances and two funds?... Holy crap! You're serious?!"

Just as Angel, looking confused, asked you a question, you used your tail to deflect Alastor's tentacles that were suddenly attacking you.

You and the broadcast demon acted almost simultaneously.

Seeing that he was going all out at that speed, you raised an eyebrow and then used the tip of your tail to quickly draw a golden circle on the ground to protect Angel from injury.

With a loud clang, the protective shield made a dull metallic clang after being struck by Alastor's tentacles. The dazzling golden light flashed for only a moment after the blow, and the shield remained completely intact.

You effortlessly dodged Alastor's next attack, and in the brief moment, you met the broadcast demon's red-glowing eyes with your calm, unwavering gaze.

"Attacking a police officer is not a good thing, charming Miss BOSS."

Completely unaware of the changing expressions of the several people watching from the sofa, Alastor spoke first.

The male culprit, who had accused the villain first, stood there, squinting and tilting his head to scrutinize you.

In fact, the minor squabbles between you and Alastor have already subsided considerably.

Although you two were performing in front of everyone, the moment he attacked you, you released a force field around you to prevent the Madman Broadcasting Demon from suddenly having an attack and attacking everyone around him.

You glanced at the expressions on the faces of the audience.

Shirley looked surprised.

Vicky seemed to have anticipated this.

Nifferty peeked out from behind the sofa.

Hesker, on the other hand, changed his previous boredom and began to enjoy a bucket of popcorn.

Angel, who was acting alongside you two, stood outside the scene looking completely bewildered.

Not to mention Pantheon, who was still holding a lollipop and had no idea what was going on.

"So should I have said I couldn't breathe when you attacked me? Come on, dear 'officer,' I was just acting in self-defense."

You casually told a hellish joke that the other party probably wouldn't understand, then expressionlessly deflected Alastor's attack with your blood-red spear.

To be honest, you didn't intend to let this somewhat offensive "acting" continue, nor did you intend to give face to the radio devil who was inexplicably testing you.

If you do something wrong, you'll get punished. If you take the initiative, don't blame me for being ruthless... You warned him that he was not someone to mess with the day he joined.

"Crack!"

Before the other party could react, your body suddenly transformed into a black bolt of lightning and hurtled towards the sinner lord directly in front of you.

There were no special abilities involved, nor any resolute killing intent.

Your attack is simply about achieving maximum speed, with the sole purpose of breaking through Alastor's defenses.

With a deafening roar, the lightning bolt, whistling through the air, shattered into flashes of electricity the instant it approached the Crimson Sinner.

Emerging from the onrushing thunder was a whirlwind-like [unclear - possibly a type of lightning bolt].

She was incredibly fast.

Unlike the agility of turning into a shadow, or the suddenness of teleportation, she seemed to display unparalleled power, appearing before him in the blink of an eye.

Alastor understood the moment ■■■ revealed his strength—if she wanted, she could kill him in a moment that would be insignificant to her.

Even though the female sinner in battle had a cold expression and her attacks could be described as lavish, the broadcasting demon still felt that he was captivated by her extremely beautiful fighting posture.

What an enticing power!

This seemed to be the first time he had ever seen the inn's chef, who usually only made demonstrations, actually take action.

Thus, in battle, ■■■ transformed back into that emotionless sword.

At this moment, she had no intention of killing him, yet the way she danced was breathtakingly perfect.

It is so deadly elegant that it seems to have been drawn from its sheath, yet so perfect that it disdains to be used by anyone.

For the first time, Alastor, whose smile remained unchanged, understood the words "■■■ is a born perfect warrior" spoken by the white-haired sinner.

Where can a general find such a perfect soldier as ■■■?

Decisive, skilled in battle, knows when to stop, and obeys orders.

The mysterious flower, which seemed to only come alive in battle, finally bloomed before him, a flower he had long awaited.

She didn't actually have any murderous intent, but the extraordinary and free spirit she displayed was itself a form of murderous intent.

Magnificent, terrifying, yet dazzling.

The gentleman, still living in the glamorous rhetoric of the last century, looked mad.

Everything seemed to slow down as she approached him.

Alastor was now even willing to use every possible positive word to praise her power and unbridled nature that made demons jealous.

He was driven mad with a desire to possess the overwhelming power and freedom embodied in the female sinner.

At least at this moment, the slightly crazed eyes of the broadcasting demon reflected only the slender figure of the Eastern sinner.

Her long hair curled into a beautiful circle in the air; at this moment, it seemed more like she was dancing at an astonishing speed than fighting.

However, the Eastern Sinner, who did not use any special abilities, always had a calm expression, as if nothing could arouse her full fighting spirit.

This made the broadcasting demon feel regretful and resentful.

For Alastor, whose sudden attack that threatened her life in an instant seemed to her more like brushing a speck of dust off her shoulder.

"Sizzle" "Sizzle"

When you make contact with the other person, you see that their pupils symbolically transform into the pointer of an old-fashioned radio.

So you can guess that Alastor was probably angry for a moment before you pinned him down.

"...I think this should be considered a touchdown goal?"

In the blink of an eye, without any emotion on your face, you were kneeling on one knee on Alastor's body, and the blood spear you casually conjured was stuck in the side of his ashen face.

Knowing you wouldn't hurt the other person, you remained calm, even managing to protect their head from hitting the ground.

The back of the lord's sister's head was originally neatly shaved, and you'd always wondered if it would feel fluffy to the touch... but now her little ponytail has become something in your way, which you find a little disappointing.

The broadcasting devil didn't answer your witty question.

The male criminal you were holding down bared his teeth like some kind of carnivore; his eyes were upturned and his expression looked somewhat ferocious.

Two almost deafening mechanical whirring sounds came from his throat, and you could see his hands making several deep scratches on the carpet.

……

Wow, really, why are you so angry when you're the one who gets the short end of the stick?

You were inexplicably amused by Alastor's ambivalent attitude of allowing officials to set fires while forbidding ordinary people from even lighting lamps.

"You have to pay the price for your actions... You said it yourself, Radio Devil Officer."

Black hair obscured the profile of the Eastern sinner, and a slight smile appeared on his previously unchanged expression.

Angel Dester's long braid, which had turned almost entirely pink, slipped lazily off her shoulders and then swung comically twice in the air.

The ink-like stance receded like the tide during the lull between your battles. You nimbly got up from beside Alastor, and while doing so, you also put your arm around his slender waist and helped him up from the ground.

The broadcast demon's body was so light, and her waist was as alluring as you could imagine.

The mere touch of your palm against his almost frail, warm back was enough to send a surge of intense, sexually charged ambiguity through you.

Although you didn't put any more thought into it, you still felt a pang of regret when your fingers lost the shape of the other person's waist.

If it weren't for the fact that you and he don't get along most of the time, you probably would have actually considered pursuing the radio demon.

Do you possess something he desires? Otherwise, you can't imagine how to pursue an asexual person on an equal footing.

You glanced at the broadcast demon, whose body was tense in your arms, with a look that could even be described as indifferent.

He was a beautiful and elegant, but dangerous foreign gentleman who could only be admired from afar and not touched.

Like a lithe, beautiful, yet deadly wild deer in the forest.

Whether before or after being swung away by Alastor's microphone cane, the expression on your face remained unchanged.

The mentally stable Eastern Sinner, who was second to none in the inn, simply stood quietly to the side, watching the unfazed red Wendigo.

At this moment, he had completely changed his previous anger and was elegantly smoothing out the wrinkles on his body.

But you know he'll just keep the same smile and act like nothing happened anyway, so...

“Oh, you two… uh, officer and Ms. Boss of the drug dealer, you really don’t need to fight over me.”

A slightly accented male voice suddenly interrupted your scrutiny.

Just as you were silently staring at Alastor, Pantheon, who had been silent all along and was dressed in a strange school uniform, slid in from the side and squeezed into the tense atmosphere between you and the broadcast demon.

After the other party uttered this outrageous statement, you and the sinner lord beside you looked up almost simultaneously.

If the world you live in were a comic book, the reader would surely see a conspicuous and enormous "...?" above both your bewildered expression and the broadcast demon's head.

But thanks to the great Sir Pantheon, his appearance seems to have transformed the tense atmosphere between you and Alastor into a united front.

"This isn't really the fault of that poor soul who did nothing, because he would never have sold me something so filthy!"

"You know, I'm a good kid who can refuse anything for the sake of studying! If you allow me, you can join me on the road to refusing premarital sex!"

……

you:"……"

Alastor: "...Oh, wow...that's a really hard not to agree with."

Alastor, who snapped his fingers and returned to his original state, spoke calmly. He seemed much better than you, in your awkward state of having sharp internal explosions.

You glanced at his hairstyle, now back to its original state, with a hint of regret.

Incidentally, I was also slightly surprised that the broadcast demon, who didn't seem to be in a good mood, didn't make a sarcastic remark about Pantheon.

"...Great! Fantastic! Absolutely fantastic! Your performances were simply...far beyond my expectations! If you four made a movie together, it would be a huge hit!"

Just then, Xia Li, who couldn't help but stand up and applaud, excitedly came over.

She ignored your and Alastor's subtle expressions and then gave you and him a big hug.

"Especially the part you added for Angel! You stood up for your employees, Alastor confronted the drug lord for justice, and finally, you reconciled with Officer Alastor..."

"And lastly, and most importantly! Sir Pantheon's reconciliation with you! My God... it was absolutely brilliant!"

With genuine emotion in her voice, Shirley seemed completely oblivious to your and the broadcast demon's fates; she appeared to be on the verge of tears.