Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 95 Bad News: Your building is being used to construct my fitness trail.

What is currently reflecting Angel's vitality is also one of your abilities—the Life Candle.

Rather than magic, this ability of yours is more like the ancient mystical arts of the Porcelain Kingdom.

In order to establish contact with the target and learn about their situation, you need to obtain a part of the target's body, such as hair.

After using the Mystic Art, you can conjure candles that resemble the image of the person being targeted. The various states exhibited by the flames of these candles correspond to the changes in the life, spirit, and emotions of the person being targeted.

You use your ability to see into the soul to discern whether a person is worth befriending and whether their soul truly belongs to them.

Determine whether someone important to you needs your help at a particular moment by using their life candle.

This is your most silent and secretive protection against the demons in the inn.

So far, even for Alastor, you have prepared a life candle for him.

But the old gentleman's fire is always steady and calm, except for his not-so-free soul. You feel that Alastor can take care of himself and you don't need to worry about him.

……

You originally kept his life candle just in case, but after Alastor made you his bodyguard, you've been thinking about whether you should just throw it away...

You stared blankly at Angel's life candle, which was most prone to anomalies, for a moment, and then quickly conjured a portal in the air that led directly to the inn.

The Eastern Sinner quickly saw Shirley's shocked and curious little head from the other side of the portal.

"■■■?"

The blonde Hell Princess called out uncertainly from the other end.

What's wrong? Why does Shirley look like she's been crying?

Your attention was completely drawn to something else that was more noticeable.

Looking at Shirley, whose eyes seemed a little red and swollen, whose hair was a bit messy, and whose voice was hoarse, the anger in your heart immediately flared up.

...You only went out with Alastor, and the inn looks like it's collapsed!?

Damn it! Who was that blind fool who bullied your little princess?!

Now you're really getting anxious, and the thought pops into your head, "Hell Inn really can't function without you and Alastor."

"What happened? Have you been crying? Are you hurt?"

You rushed into the inn from almost the other side of the door, your brows furrowed, and your hand went straight to the blonde woman's red and swollen eyes.

"Who bullied you? I'll kill him."

The sinner from the East, with a gloomy tone, spoke coldly in a particularly unreasonable manner.

Seeing your expression, Shirley, who looked like she was about to cry again, suddenly buried herself in your arms and started whimpering.

Looking at the little princess in your arms, although your face is expressionless, the veins on your forehead are bulging.

A faint flame ignites from the ends of your hair and your chest—the rage of an Eastern sinner is laid bare.

"...No one is bullying her, don't worry, ■."

Sitting on the sofa, Vicky immediately recognized the portal.

It was clear that the Eastern Sinner was truly on the verge of exploding. The white-haired Sinner quickly walked to the tall female demon's side, patted her shoulder reassuringly, and explained, "Shirley is just happy that something that has been worrying her has been resolved, but no one really hurt her."

Her gaze swept over Heske, who was huddled behind the bar.

"..."

"Okay, fine..."

Although what the other party said was a bit vague, you, who trusted Vicky, blinked and your anger vanished in an instant.

After confirming that Xia Li was alright, the Eastern Sinner touched the blonde hair of the little girl in his arms, and then naturally and gently moved her to her little lover.

"Hesk, have you seen Alastor and Angel?"

After dealing with Shirley's matter, you were still thinking about the radio demon who had inexplicably run away today and Angel's matter, so you asked about the unusually quiet bartender, Big Cat.

"Our porn star is in his room. As for that freak, he went straight upstairs after he came back. I have no idea where he went."

Even with his clear and logical thinking, Hesk still expressed disdain when talking about Alastor, but when he talked about Angel, something seemed off.

...But never mind, since you don't understand, it's better not to ask.

After thanking the big cat sinner and receiving a half-dead response, you quickly went up the stairs to the second floor.

A wooden plate filled with cookies, hot milk, and espresso was magically wrapped and carried upstairs with you.

You quickly and efficiently found the broadcasting demon sitting in the shadows in the quiet study.

Because you saw Alastor's red eyes in the deep darkness.

Before the other person could speak, you tossed the espresso from your plate to him.

"I compromised and didn't contact Vox, but I contacted Vilvett from 3V, just like you suggested. I've already arranged everything after that. I'll call you again if anything comes up."

Alastor, who effortlessly caught the espresso, was speechless.

After saying this, the Eastern Sinner hurriedly left.

I don't know why she's so anxious in this hell where almost no one can beat her.

But when you rushed to Angel's door, you hesitated to knock.

Actually, you've always done this before... never mind.

After a struggle, as is customary, you finally reach out and knock on Angel Dester's door.

Three knocks, neither too fast nor too slow, two light knocks followed by one heavy knock, followed by a half-minute wait.

This unique way of knocking is something only you would use at the inn.

So Angel won't even need to ask to open the door.

The spider sinner, who opened the door very quickly, soon revealed its furry, pinkish-white face.

Upon seeing you carrying a tray, Angel, with his usual smile on his face, blew you a kiss. You could always see his particularly noticeable pointed gold tooth.

The sinners always recover quickly from their injuries, but this time, you still noticed the slight bruising around his eyes.

……

You heard the sound of your own fingers cracking the plate in your hand.

"Oh baby! You're like a tapeworm in my stomach, you lovable little bitch... and don't say anything."

Angel, who is always sensitive to the emotions of others, immediately noticed the cracked cookie plate that you had squeezed.

Realizing that you, the demon in the inn, are always equally protected, this is the enraged Spider Sinner. He reaches out and, like Vicky and Shirley, pats the head of the Eastern Sinner.

After all, long ago, ■■■ had been trying to change his current situation... but her current identity made it inconvenient for her to do these things, so Angel understood the frustration and helplessness in the heart of the tall female demon better than anyone else.

"I've already washed the lunchbox and put it in the kitchen. To be honest, I still really want to eat pasta. The croissants were really good today, and I'd like to eat them again tomorrow morning... Oh my god!"

Before Angel could finish saying what he wanted to say, the person in front of him suddenly hugged him tightly without warning.

■■■ The force used was so great that Angel, whose vision went black from being choked, even felt as if the few swear words she uttered were being squeezed out of her lungs.

The embrace of the Eastern Sinner is never warm, but every demon embraced by her can feel her intense emotions.

Angel, holding a cookie plate in one hand and a hot milk in the other, stood there for a moment in a daze before reaching out to hug the little girl in his arms.

He pressed his hairy chin against the other person's head, and a familiar and reassuring warmth welled up from the depths of his heart.

But before he could say "thank you," ■■■ let go of him, turned around, and ran away quickly.

Angel: "?"

Just as the Spider Sinner was completely bewildered, Alastor suddenly appeared in front of him as a shadow.

Angel, nearly scared to death, screamed in terror, "...Fuck you!!"

"Ah! My feminine friend, you don't need to be so surprised, do you?"

Alastor, his eyes wide, elegantly picked up a cookie from Angel's plate and said in an exaggerated tone.

"Do you know where our charming chef lady is right now?"

He glanced sideways at the Spider Sinner, whose expression was suspicious.

It's incredible enough that Alastor would show up in front of Angel Dester, let alone that he would strike up a conversation with him—a plot straight out of a suspense novel.

"...I don't know? But I do think that this eccentric gentleman, a rare guest, might have come to my place because he's suddenly become enlightened..."

Completely unconcerned about what the broadcasting demon was up to, Angel raised an eyebrow, his tone ambiguous.

"Ha! But I know! Goodbye, my friend!"

Alastor, who seemed to have no regrets, immediately turned around and left with a hearty laugh after hearing the first part of Angel's speech.

Angel: "..."

Angel, who had no idea what Alastor meant, was completely baffled: "?"

……

Late at night, the Arrogance Ring's 3V main building was smashed to pieces again.

"Are you fucking crazy?! What the hell did I do to you?! Don't fucking bother me!! I'm in a bad mood today! Even a rabbit will bite when cornered! Don't fucking push me, you filthy bitch!"

Vox, standing on his own stool and yelling at you, looks a little weak, pitiful, helpless, and on the verge of collapse.

His aquarium was smashed when you suddenly attacked, and several mechanical sharks were pitifully hopping around on the ground.

"If you don't give me a reason today... I'll fucking... you just wait and see!!!"

Even with most of the screen on his face already smudged, Vox continued to yell at you relentlessly.

Meanwhile, suspended in mid-air watching him, you crossed your arms and spoke indifferently:

"President, I have two pieces of bad news. Which one would you like to hear first?"

"...Fuck you, aren't they all the same?!"

"The bad news is that your 3V building is built on my health trail."

"..."

"...?"

"Another piece of bad news is that I don't need to pick a day to beat you up. I don't follow the rules; I make the rules."

"?"

"No...wait...wait..."

"...Ughhhhhh!!!"