newbobooks Chapter 42 A barking dog doesn't bite, and a biting dog doesn't bark.
Chapter 42 A barking dog doesn't bite, and a biting dog doesn't bark.
"Oh...you mean the 'restaurants that you mentioned in your letter that can find 100% of the food that isn't based on influencer reviews'?"
Viya, who had repeated the entire sentence from your letter verbatim, finally smiled.
Viya, who didn't seem uncomfortable with your attempt to change the subject, first laughed twice, then stared at the Eastern sinner in front of her with a somewhat complicated expression.
Although most of the time changing the subject only makes people feel that the other person is deliberately taking care of them, thus making them feel guilty.
But the way he changed the subject was remarkably natural and smooth.
...Of course, this is also one of the reasons why she felt very comfortable with the energy fluctuations when she was with ■■■.
She always has a perfect grasp of timing. Whenever she is in a bad mood or feels disgusted by something, ■■■ can always accurately and precisely cover for her or divert her attention at the most appropriate time.
And each time she came to her senses, she couldn't even quite remember what had upset her—well, after all, if the other party could make IMP behave when she was with them, what in this entire hell couldn't she do...?
The pleasantness and comfort of being with ■■■ made Viya, who was forced to be withdrawn, suddenly envious of the demons in the Hell Inn.
Imagine a sinner in hell whose behavior conforms to the hellish ecosystem, yet whose manners are impeccable and whose personality and temperament are stable.
She can create a smooth and never awkward social experience for those around her. She is knowledgeable, humorous, and elegant... but she doesn't make silly remarks like "Let me test you" or "Let me teach you."
She will listen quietly to your troubles and offer solutions, maintaining good manners and etiquette even in the face of unreasonable demands and foul language.
She'll find new topics to talk about when you're feeling awkward, and she'll lift you up at just the right moment when you're feeling down—she can even cook, and she's very good at it.
Although she didn't know Xia Li, Viya, who had never felt so deeply that "the chef is perfect," glanced at the profile of the Eastern Sinner, then turned her head away with a hint of disappointment and puffed out her cheeks.
If she had to find someone to spend time with, she believed that no one would dislike being with someone like ■■■ who always prioritizes taking care of others' feelings while maintaining a very stable mental state.
……
If ■■■ heard someone praise her like that, she would definitely be very touched. Unfortunately, so far, only Xia Li has praised her so openly.
However, because the little princess of hell would praise every demon equally, ■■■ always felt that she was a terrible cook with a long face and only her cooking skills were worth praising.
The saying goes, "Those inside the city want to get out, and those outside want to get in"—the world is a giant walled city, and even hell is no exception.
"...You remember it so clearly."
Surprisingly, you felt a little embarrassed by the fact that the other person remembered your words, so you gave a dry but polite smile.
Seeing your amusing expression, Viya, who seemed even happier, took your arm and ran towards the door on the soft carpet inside the museum.
The blood-red sky outside the building made you squint for a moment, and you suddenly felt a strange sense of admiration for Viya's father, who had been quietly following behind you.
Is it because she's worried about being disliked by Viya that she's been delaying her appearance?
You, who had found the other person both clumsy and somewhat amusing from beginning to end, suddenly burst out laughing.
"Wait a minute, ma'am, is what Miss Viya said true?"
Moses, the most polite member of the IMP and probably your best friend right now, suddenly pops his head out and asks the same question.
"If that's the case, we can finally escape the misery of being harmed by software!"
Millie poked her little head out from the other side of you and said in an enthusiastic tone.
Millie, who exudes the strongest wildcat vibe, seems to be the most energetic member of the Little Devil Assassination Company.
After getting your permission, she will occasionally climb onto your head and perch on it, just like Neilette in the inn.
She asked you several times why your hair is so long, but each time she forgot after your ambiguous answer.
It's probably because you gave the three little devils more authority than they imagined. With your extremely tall stature and good temper, you've almost become IMP's temporary stronghold.
"You have a really good temper... or rather, you have the best temper of all the sinners I've ever met."
Seeing that you didn't react at all, and that Viya seemed to have gotten used to the way the Little Devil Assassination Company interacted with you, she raised an eyebrow and looked at you with amusement as you brushed Millie's tail aside.
"Your personality and style of doing things give me the feeling that you are out of place here—well, in hell—which makes me a little curious about how you became a sinner and fell into hell."
She couldn't help but ask that.
"Yes, speaking of which, I also want to ask this question, Ms. Wenzi, how did you manage to survive in hell until now with a personality that seems to be able to step on anyone?"
Perched on your shoulders and resting on your dragon horns, Billy casually asked the same question in a tone that was both playful and incredulous.
"It's very simple, just adapt to the menu."
You weren't surprised that the demons who weren't with you day and night would ask such a question. You didn't answer them about why you went to hell; you just shrugged lightly, your faint smile unchanged.
“There is a simple and blunt old saying in my hometown: ‘A barking dog doesn’t bite, and a biting dog doesn’t bark.’”
"...Huh? What does that mean?"
Billy, who was wearing your hair as a vest, touched the side of your face with his weapon in confusion.
The little devil's tail, like a cat's, sways idly on your shoulder, and it even looks somewhat alluring.
“Uh… I think Miss ■■■ means…”
"Does that mean she has different ways of dealing with different demons, and that she'll be very swift in dealing with them when the time comes?"
Viya explained it to Billies before Moses could.
“Heh, he’s right… You do sometimes speak in a very literary way… but it’s still much better than those guys in our school who know nothing but have weird self-confidence.”
The little witch glanced at you with a look that was half helpless and half admiring.
"Ah, yes, that's what I mean."
A little embarrassed by the interruption but with nothing he could do, Moses said this from the other side of your shoulder.
Instead of replying, you responded to Viya with two low laughs. As you passed the corner, you gently scratched the chin of the little devil Moses with your finger in a comforting gesture.
Although you don't like cats in essence, you still like this hellish creature that is as agile as a wildcat and has its own emotions.
The comforting words from the Eastern sinners were fleeting, but Moses admitted it was a pleasant feeling to have his emotions constantly on someone's mind, and he never imagined he would be comforted by sinners from hell.
He clearly didn't realize that he was making a purring sound, like a cat, when a sinner scratched his chin.
"So what would you like to eat? Would you like to go to a more upscale restaurant, or is there another cuisine you'd like to try?"
As you passed the corner, you effortlessly wrapped your tail around Viya's waist, and then smoothly protected her with your long sleeves.
While protecting Viya from injury, your tail also conveniently blocked the bullets from the attackers who were imbued with their own abilities.
Before Billies made his move, you glanced indifferently at the direction from which the surprise attack was launched.
The little devil, already used to these attacks, immediately understood, and Billy, who had quickly developed a tacit understanding with you in this regard, decisively fired a shot in the direction you were looking.
"So, did you win?"
Billy, who had somehow gotten into sunglasses, sat on your shoulder and smugly flicked his tail.
"...If it weren't for your excellent marksmanship and ability to handle enemies, I wouldn't have just given you a glance."
You and your shoulder-mounted gun are indeed quite good, and the little devil who has a tacit understanding with you exchange a glance and laugh in unison.
"But, honey, although fast food is delicious and a favorite at your age, you'd better not choose a fast food restaurant, otherwise it will make me seem like I have no class."
While praising Billies, you can't help but glance at Viya next to you.
Because half a minute ago you saw her seemingly staring at a fast food restaurant.