Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 274 Why Not? - S01E07

To be honest, you can only say you were completely taken aback by this.

Because this approach clearly goes beyond your simple conception of the so-called "royal" and the sole ruler of hell, the princess of hell.

...because this is simply unreasonable.

Okay, of course you know this is hell. Shirley and Lucifer are actually very powerful fighters who can crush all the demons of hell.

(Of course, you might have doubts about this, because there seems to be a loophole in the strategy.)

Perhaps the Morning Star family simply felt that no one in hell could hurt them.

(But now that Shirley has made a deal with the Broadcasting Demon, you still have doubts about this.)

It's also possible that throughout their lives, which may be longer than human history, no one truly harmed the Morning Star family...

(But Shirley made a deal with the radio demon.)

As long as you retain some human memories and continue to learn, there are indeed "royals or monarchies without armies" in both history and modern times.

...But in hell, the situation becomes much more complicated.

Or did Lucifer, like the defeated nations, sign a treaty "not to build an army of hell"?

Clearly, Xia Li has not demonstrated even the slightest bit of common sense about military command...

If you want her to teach you the skills of "leadership" without her noticing, it means you have to start from scratch and do it without her finding out.

But to be honest, if you start in Hell difficulty, building an army isn't that hard; because even in Hell, China's various profound methods for building an army still hold true...

The key issue is that Shirley doesn't seem interested in any of these things.

She clearly chose a more dovish approach, one that was more in line with her status as a princess.

However, since you feel that Shirley is all alone and relies solely on the support of her relatives and friends, she may not be able to stand on her own in the future... so you have already started to use the 'Interstellar Broadcaster' hotel to cultivate an invisible army for Shirley.

While Heaven may have signed a treaty with Lucifer prohibiting the development of its own armed forces... it didn't say that anyone couldn't do so without their knowledge, did it?

Who said her chain of restaurants is an army? Her people are not just simply running restaurants.

……

Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. When you have a lot on your mind, you tend to overthink things.

“I understand what you mean, madam.”

After a brief moment of thought, you nodded slightly to her and then smoothly continued the words of the ogre lord in front of you, "But using external forces in a planned way is responsible to both of us and is also a good way to reduce damage... Of course, I hope you will think that Shirley is not a naive princess, but a good princess who cares about her people."

“…Oh, of course, of course! I can tell!”

Rosie, who was very patient from beginning to end, didn't mind that you talked too much, nor did she mind that you occasionally fell into deep thought or fell into inappropriate silence. She just patted your shoulder in a relaxed and light manner.

“That young and lovely lady would definitely be a great leader—I can tell! Otherwise, she wouldn’t have attracted someone as loyal as you… Well, friend, am I right?”

The lady, who always spoke with a cinematic accent, acknowledged your statement in a humorous yet classical tone.

But you soon discover that she is both so similar to and so different from the Broadcast Demon.

The broadcast devil's "waiting chips" is an oppressive and mocking condescension.

When you trade with him, you know he is the noble, arrogant, and frighteningly intelligent dealer at the poker table.

His boundaries are unclear, but sharp; a careless touch will inevitably result in bloodshed, for this is his vile and dangerous demonic nature.

But Rosie in front of you... gives you a subtle sense of unease.

She was so talkative and friendly, yet she was like a large fish in the ocean that was impossible to grasp or judge in terms of its shape.

This woman, who has existed even longer than the broadcast demon, always seems to accept your advances so readily that you lower your guard...

But when you bring up areas that might cross the line, she immediately starts testing your attitude with something more friendly, soft, and flexible, like a serval extending its paws with pads.

She will judge whether your intentions are malicious or good, and then decide whether to extend her claws based on the situation.

But even so, you still have doubts.

Unlike the broadcast demon.

Aside from the obvious yet elusive hobby of corpses and ensuring the safety of civilians... you have no idea what Rosie actually wants.

"So, do you agree with my idea?"

To avoid encountering the cannibalistic lady in front of you, who was no less reassuring than the broadcast demon, you quickly and directly asked this question.

But think about it, didn't Rosie tell you before that you didn't have to beat around the bush?

In a way, you could say that you're just being polite and accepting the offer, right?

You're such a good kid.

The Dragon Girl exhaled, lowered her eyes, and looked at the lady who was still sitting in that ornate European-style chair.

She was still trying to avoid appearing too arrogant, after all, she knew that her face, which was almost as bad as facial paralysis, would always give some strangers a bad impression.

...Moreover, you don't actually know whether your move is right or wrong.

The Eastern Sinner maintained his composure, but his hand, hidden behind his back, subtly tapped his wrist.

"Of course! Why not?"

Rosie quickly gave her answer.

The crimson light of hell bathed her peaceful and kind face, like a dying sun leaving a faint yet vibrant blood mist on her face.

"..."

"what."

Rosie's almost thoughtless reply surprised you slightly.

This equally unfathomable sinner lord seems to have disrupted your plans in some way.

"Just like you said, if it can reduce the casualties among my territory's members, that would naturally be a great thing!"

Rosie, in a very familiar manner, took your hand and, with a smile and graceful steps, led you towards the door, much to your obvious surprise.

"As a sinner lord, I will regard that lovely girl and you, this special and charming lady, as my most precious guests!"

"Clearly, my dear... you've transformed from an almost enviable legend of arrogance uttered by a charming broadcaster into a reality—"

"You've already given me a good demonstration of that guy's taste... huh? You know what I mean?"

Rosie nudged your arm lightly with her elbow.

"Uh..." You don't understand.

Your expression furrowed slightly.

However, before you could even utter those words, Rosie swiftly interrupted you.

"Oh...! Come on! Old Alastor always has a good eye! He always acts very quickly, but I have to say I envy him for establishing a cooperative relationship with you so quickly this time!"

Rosie muttered like an elder who was oblivious to everyone else and could talk a lot, "But darling, you know we sinner lords, or rather, demons, are always willing to go through fire and water for our most deserving clients!"

That's what the ogre lord said.

She turned to look at you, staring at you with those dark, deep eyes that revealed no emotion...

Rosie, like any demon from hell, flashes you a fanged grin, even if you guess she means no harm.

"But to get the residents of Ogre Town to work together, my word alone isn't enough."

"You have to hope that the pretty young girl wins their trust."

"Especially among them... there's one particularly tough nut to crack, isn't there?"