Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 100 Please Don't Treat Bodyguards Like Disposable Products

The meeting between Alastor and Mimz ended quickly, but the voluptuous lady seemed more interested in Lucifer, the King of Hell, than Alastor, her old friend.

However, you didn't really pay attention to what they were saying because you were more concerned about why the chandelier in the inn had fallen down.

You didn't speak until Alastor invited you, him, and Shirley to show Lucifer the inn.

Unfortunately, your answer is no.

"I need to clean up this mess and then check if there are any other dangerous areas in the inn. If you want to recommend an inn, you, Shirley, and Vicky are enough."

You waved to Alastor, who had extended the invitation to you.

Alastor: "..."

The broadcast demon's face showed a hint of displeasure because of your refusal.

Although Wendigo's smile remained unchanged despite his furrowed brow, you could tell he clearly wanted to say something sarcastic to you.

"...Dear broadcasting demon, instead of inviting me to go with you to introduce the inn to Lucifer, you should worry about yourself first."

"When you're with Lucifer and Shirley later, say less. If Lucifer loses his temper and tries to cut you into pieces, I won't be able to get there quickly to save you... In the end, bodyguards aren't meant to be used like this."

Before the other person can make sarcastic remarks to you, you suddenly lean close to Alastor, grab his collar, and warn him in a low voice.

After you finished speaking, you heard Wendigo, with his eyes wide open, utter a melodious, light, and ambiguous single syllable and a faint "rustling" sound, but you didn't pay much attention to it.

You think he might be upset that you pulled his clothes.

"Bodyguards are a sustainable business, not a one-off event. Even though you're a devil, you should still be careful with your own people, okay? Okay..."

"it is good."

Before you could even say "okay," Alastor responded to you first.

Having failed to capitalize on the meme, you stared wide-eyed at the radio demon watching you with great interest, your throat seemingly choked, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

"What's wrong? Is there anything else you want to tell me, my beautiful sweetheart?"

Perhaps seeing you standing there in a daze, Alastor, who had been pleased by something you said, put his hands behind his back and obediently let you tug at his collar in an almost docile and submissive manner.

Wendigo seemed to be in a good mood at your slightly comical and stiff surprise.

"……Gone."

You stood there, somewhat stumped by Alastor's question, and replied to him hesitantly.

Because you're wearing high heels today, you're a little taller than the shadowy, thin ghost Alastor.

After you straightened Wendigo's suit collar, Alastor, who always liked to act like an elder in front of others, said "lovely" lightly and then reached out and ruffled your hair without any sense of boundaries.

……

If Shirley hadn't been there, you swear you would have knocked the hand off his head that was touching your hair.

You did pull his collar, that's true, but you'll fix it for him! Do you think this guy would fix your messed-up hair?

The expressionless Eastern sinner straightened up the body he had been pressed down on, and then, with Neil's help, began to sort out his head, which had been messed up by the broadcast demon's claws.

"Oh...darling, why don't you have someone else help you settle in first?"

After you finished chatting, the gentleman, who always considered the feelings of every woman, gently pushed Mimz to stand in front of you.

"I'll be back in the blink of an eye... Until then, please have our best chef at the inn take care of you!"

After pushing Mimz to your side, Alastor left without a second thought.

But Mimz, who is obviously heterosexual, doesn't seem to be that interested in you.

And before you could even open your mouth, Angel, who had been waiting nearby, had already snatched you away like a small animal.

"I do not……"

Just before you were about to say, 'I won't be as unconditionally kind to the same sex as you say,' Angel covered your mouth with his hand.

“I won’t believe a single word you say at a time like this.”

Having already experienced your situation, Angel wrapped one arm around your hands and waist, while casually scrolling through his phone with the other.

You saw an almost shameless composure on his face.

……

Okay, okay, okay, okay. So everyone treats you like a pushover because you never get angry in the inn, right?

...Then you'll show them what a pushover is today!

Although you are not tired, you have suffered a huge mental trauma and your body has gone limp like a corpse.

You thought Angel would find it troublesome and let you go, but he just dragged you toward the bar, and even impatiently pressed your cheek against his soft chest.

You, who ate a mouthful of spider hair: "..."

"Do you need my help?"

Sir Pantheon glided over to you and Angel and asked you this question.

"No, get out of here, loser!"

Angel retorted without any hesitation.

……

...Wow! Such strong aggression! You can't say that to him! The child will cry!

As the Spider Sinner held you like a rag doll, you immediately spotted Pantheon, whose entire aura had slumped.

Since Angel was unwilling to let you go, you could only use your tail as a hand to nuzzle Sir Pantheon's head with difficulty and in a consoling manner.

Perhaps because only ■■■ in the entire inn knew how to comfort him when he was emotionally hurt, Panxius quickly showed her his usual glistening, tearful expression of gratitude.

—Although they are strangers who have come from afar for unknown reasons, it is clear that they have already sacrificed too much for this family.

"So... uh, what's your relationship with Alastor? Friends?"

After asking about Mimz, who was sitting at the bar drinking, Angel first put you on the bar counter, and then sat down at the bar with Panxius who was with him.

You don’t really want to sit so rudely on Hessker’s workbench, but Angel still doesn’t seem to be letting go.

Out of habit, the Spider Sinner reclined on your lap in a seductive and comfortable pose. His left hand even held a triangular goblet filled with wine.

"You said it yourself, so it doesn't really concern me. But I think my relationship with him is about the same?"

Mimz naturally curled up your tail tip and started playing with it.

"What's so strange about that?"

Perhaps because Angel and Pancius looked somewhat incredulous, the blonde woman's voice carried a hint of dissatisfaction at being looked down upon.

"Of course not, ma'am. At least I don't think it's safe to be friends with the radio devil."

The Eastern sinner, who had solemnly engaged in the Mimz language, was sitting at the bar in a very obedient posture.

She even stretched her tail a little further towards her so that Mimz wouldn't have to exert so much effort.

"You're right, young lady, but not entirely. He's still very considerate most of the time."

Mimz, who probably knows Alastor better than you do, wagged his finger at you.

You were about to say you were all ears to hear any more secrets about Alastor, but after thinking about it, you decided against it.

The sinner from the East fell silent on his own.

The woman sitting there was quiet yet beautiful.

She stood upright, her legs crossed to the side of the counter in a slender "X" shape; she placed one hand on her thigh and gently stroked Angel's furry cheek with the other.

The female demon's high ponytail and nimble movements made her look like a spirited young man who was helpless in the face of his friends.

Although the Eastern Sinner's face is always expressionless, and he even looks unapproachable and frightening...

But at least for now, she looks like the most docile and harmless demon in this inn.

Mimz seems quite willing to talk to the curious Angel and Pantheon about Alastor's past, but you feel you already know enough about the Broadcast Demon to some extent.

You are satisfied with your current relationship with the broadcasting demon, and you have no intention of prying into his past life.

In fact, you can tell how glorious he was in the past just from the strength he has shown. You have also heard the screams of the sinful lords he slaughtered on his radio many times.

Unfortunately, you actually admire Alastor's intellect and his charming demeanor more than his frightening side... and you admire his audacity, which can only be described as insane.

"So, we all know there are two mysteries in the whole inn."

Angel, who was clearly tired of hearing about Alastor's exploits, stretched lazily on your lap, speaking in a nonchalant tone.

"This pretty little girl who doesn't seem to belong in hell is one, and that terrifying and creepy gentleman is another."

"You've seen how easy this fool is to get along with. We thought that apart from a demon like her, Alastor wouldn't have any other 'friends' or similar relationships."

Angel swirled the wine in his glass, looked Mimz up and down, and looked puzzled.

"We have no way of knowing the radio demon's past from this young lady, but... perhaps you know something about him?"

The Spider Sinner narrowed his eyes and opened one hand towards Mimz, saying this.

So Mimz then embellished what Vicky had said to you.

It's nothing more than another satirical story about the fickle fortunes of radio broadcasters, a classic tale of revenge and retribution.

For example, he deliberately killed some notorious old sinner lords... His radio program would broadcast the screams of those sinner lords...

Before Angel could say anything, you instinctively knew he was going to say something related to himself, so you silently reached out and covered his mouth, listening intently and with great interest as Mimz finished recounting the glorious years of a certain Wendigo.

…Great! That glorious broadcasting demon from seven years ago, that super devil who broadcast the screams of sinner lords, is about to become your personal little announcer!

You'll elevate him back to an even more dazzling and terrifying arrogant star than he was seven years ago.

On the surface, nothing changed, but the Eastern sinner, inexplicably stirred with a competitive spirit, thought to himself with conviction—

Ah, but speaking of which, you, who can only be an unknown nobody in hell due to special reasons, actually made a deal with a demon who is so famous in other people's eyes. Although you are now considered his half-bodyguard... it doesn't seem like you're at a huge loss.

■■■ thought to herself, having been successfully manipulated by the broadcaster's reputation as a devil.

And to be honest, the more powerful Mimz portrays Alastor in the past, the more you want to laugh as you sit and listen.

—But unlike Vicky, Mimz added some things you've never heard of before.

such as……

"But beneath the surface... Alastor is a total sweetheart. Put some jazz music on him, pour him some rye whiskey, and he'll be as adorable as a kitten~"

Sitting on a chair at the bar, Mimz, in a lighthearted and teasing tone, vividly described an image of Alastor that you could never even dream of.

Wow, this is a scene you've never imagined.

Shocked, you originally wanted to ask Hessker to verify Mimz's statement.

...But the big cat that always had a rather unpleasant expression disappeared at some point.