Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 278 She Won't Be Alone on Her Path - S01E07

Clearly, under the old woman's...attack, Shirley's first attempt to rally the ogres to fight the Great Purge with her failed.

Could this be related to Vicky's situation?

She still seems quite uneasy.

You thought this with some concern.

You discussed Vicky with Shirley on your way here, but perhaps... you, who have never been in a relationship, aren't good at handling this.

After Shirley angrily berated the elderly cannibalistic woman, Rosie was forced to call a halftime break.

Even though Shirley was so angry that her horns were practically sprouting from her head, she still remembered to tell you before she left not to eat the lady named "Susan".

So, in the end, you simply used your tail to block the ogres' view and watched Rosie lead Shirley back into the mall.

……

Okay, after completely cutting off your own sensibility and handing it over to Shirley, it's hard to...

Uh, you mean dealing with those relationship-related issues?

You think Shirley and Vicky are a good match, Shirley is happy, and they are sincere with each other—that's enough.

But rather than seeking a genuine emotional connection, you rely more on the color of each person's soul; because Vicky's soul always resonates with Shirley's when they connect...

So perhaps from a rather unfair perspective, you know even better than Shirley how much Vicky loves her.

Because the soul does not lie.

……

But this may also be one of the reasons why you overlook the fact that emotional connections are both fragile and strong, seemingly unbreakable, yet often heartbreaking.

Even if you are betrayed by the broadcasting demon, you are not actually sad for a long time; you are just worried about things that will happen in the future that you cannot control.

"..."

It looks like some cannibalistic child bit your tail.

"Hello, darling, you can't eat this, please put it down... please let go of my mouth."

Since you felt not pain, but something invading your senses, you turned your head slightly and carefully shook off the candy-like ogre children from your tail.

Those tiny creatures, barely bigger than noses, squeaked and laughed in their babyish voices as they tumbled from the tip of your tail to the ground, then excitedly shouted, "Again! Again!"

A very young-looking cannibalistic mother runs over to you somewhat embarrassed and bows her head in a simple apology.

You didn't say anything, then turned your head away and stopped looking at them.

However, your tail actually wrapped itself around the young ogre mother and her children, as if in some silent acquiescence.

"Oh~ look at this scene, how touching! My dear, kind-hearted lady from hell!"

Just as you were lying there, listening to this rare moment of leisure, gazing at the overall scenery of the ogre town, and thinking about whether you should come here often in the future, a loud and excited voice suddenly rang out in your ear.

You were about to marvel at how beautiful Miss Rosie's territory was, except for the cannibals who would readily grab some unfortunate souls and start eating them...

You have to admit, this kind of eating behavior that leaves you feeling nothing is tens of thousands of times better than seeing two men suddenly start hugging and kissing each other on the street of Arrogance, or people wearing all sorts of rings having a fight on the spot.

No wonder that neurotic and fussy Wendigo likes to come here—

However, since there's a broadcasting demon here, you probably won't consider this place anytime soon.

"I thought you would take this opportunity to leave, you devil."

You shifted slightly, adjusting to a more comfortable position, and then casually lowered your eyes to look at the announcer who was looking up at you. "Haven't you gotten what you want yet? Or do you think you have time to leave Shirley's Inn a second before the final battle begins?"

"I hope you can move faster with your shadow than the angels can fly, or you'll be in big trouble."

The giant wolf squinted at Wendigo.

"Hmm~! Who said I would run away?"

The broadcasting demon gave you a surprised look, then, like a slender fox deep in thought, slightly curved his eyebrows and said, "Could it be that in the eyes of my omnipotent and omniscient chef, I, who have exemplified the perfect gentleman with my smile, would do something as undignified as running away before a great battle?"

"What a heartbreaking speculation!"

The announcer, in his usual exaggerated and melodramatic voice, said this to you with great enthusiasm.

……

Tsk, so your warnings and harsh words were a bit too weak for a demon from hell?

Faced with this long, rambling, flowery, and inefficient speech, the Eastern Sinner lowered his head with a hint of surprise and looked at the broadcaster who was still willing to speak to him.

You thought that after you uttered those subtle remarks that the broadcasting demon would certainly never have heard of, he would treat you the same way he treated Vox—

But he clearly still has the patience to talk to you.

That's truly...surprising.

"You can prove it to me."

(Prove it)

"..."

Wendigo stiffened slightly at the provocative words from the Eastern sinner.

The unpleasant radio noise rolled around in his throat before finally settling back into his stomach.

He lowered his head and chuckled twice, then raised his head, squinted his eyes, and met the other person's gaze head-on with his impeccable "smile".

"...Excuse me, what did you say?"

(...I beg your pardon?)

"What, is what I'm saying hard to understand?" You let out two deep laughs, your gaze unwavering as you stared at the slender male demon beside your claws. "I'll talk, prove it to me—"

"You won't leave."

……

The broadcast demon looked at you in surprise.

You couldn't quite figure out what that surprise meant, but you were a little worried that he might be thinking about something unnecessary and boring.

"So, our innkeeper, who was ultimately abandoned by the little princess of hell because he couldn't solve the little girl's silly nonsense, finally got his brain rusty?"

Wendigo raised an eyebrow and suddenly uttered these almost provocative words in a smug tone, "It's astonishing that those are just puppy love, those silly flutters that fester among young people!"

"I never expected these things. For example, a minor failure caused by a lecturing session that had little effect could directly influence the judgment of a... a lady like you? How tragic! What a disaster! ... What a pity."

(How pathetic! How tragic!... what a pity)

For some reason, the broadcasting devil suddenly uttered a series of harsh accusations that only people from his era would say.

You look at the broadcasting demon with a bit of confusion, wondering what exactly is making him unhappy.

Or perhaps you just haven't figured it out yet.

How dare this guy express his dissatisfaction before you've even had a chance to complain? Are you so good-natured that you've spoiled him into this state?

……

not understand.

"First of all, I think you've got one thing wrong."

"I'm never the only one on her path..."

Why do you think I'm affected by this kind of thing?

"I admit I'm not good at handling emotional matters..."

"But what I said has nothing to do with my personal feelings."