Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 277 The Radio Demon Hates Dogs - S01E07

"...Okay, okay! Let me see, isn't this the end of our business? Right? Hmm? Right?"

Before the atmosphere between you and the broadcast demon could become tense again, Shirley suddenly squeezed between you two.

She nervously reached out to separate you from the broadcasting demon, who was standing at an almost angled angle, her face showing both unease and anxiety.

This time, however, you didn't continue arguing with the announcer. You calmly pulled back your long neck and obediently sat back down.

"..."

“Fine,” you said, gazing wistfully at the sinner lord before you.

He picked up Xia Li's hand as if he were disgusted, then put it aside and took half a step to the side.

The announcer pretended to grab the sides of his collar, nervously straightened himself, and then reached out to sweep the area where Shirley had just touched, as if removing some kind of dust that only he could see.

"..."

Seeing the other person's obviously unpleasant behavior, you wrinkled your nose, let out a heavy breath, and licked your lips with your long tongue in annoyance.

"Oh—no, no! No, no, no! You can't eat Alastor, okay? You can't!"

Seeing you do such a dangerous thing, Shirley, who was clearly under some kind of tension, widened her eyes.

She stood below, her face filled with terror, waving her hands frantically at you like a tiny cockatiel in a panic.

You're too lazy to give the broadcast devil's gaze any more...

To be honest, the fact that you were willing to talk to him instead of just hitting him was already your limit.

“…Oh, my sweetheart…is it really not okay?” You lowered your huge head with some regret, then gently nudged the blonde woman in front of you.

Hearing the whimpering sound that only canines make, Shirley could roughly guess that the creature in front of her was probably playing with her.

Seeing that you didn't seem to intend to actually eat the inn's facilities manager (which wasn't necessarily true), Princess Hell breathed a slight sigh of relief.

She couldn't help but reach out and hug your head, letting out a helpless and low chuckle: "Haha... alright, alright! But Alastor is still our inn manager, so even if it's just for my sake... could you be a little nicer to him?"

"Oh... Ugh! God, I feel like I'm about to burst from the pressure! You know what? It's like... Ughhhhh!"

As the Hell Princess changed the subject, she dejectedly hugged the huge muzzle of the black wolf in front of her, sinking her whole body into the soft fur on its chest.

Since joining the inn and experiencing the forced transformation into her original form, Alastor, who always looks exhausted, has rarely transformed into anything other than human form.

But long before the Broadcast Demon joined the inn, ■■■ would always transform into a huge, furry animal when one of them was tired.

Clearly, everyone likes both Vicky and Angel, and they also really like her when she turns into a furry character.

"..."

“I know, darling,” you let Shirley kiss you, her golden eyes gently lowered, “I know you’re tired, but please hang in there, my little princess.”

"Is hell still waiting for you to 'save' it?"

As you say those words, feeling Shirley hugging you and making high-pitched "mmm" sounds, you slightly raise your eyes to look at the broadcasting demon standing to the side.

Your current posture effectively blocks the broadcaster's gaze from you.

It's clear that he really hates dogs.

After you became like this, he never looked at you again.

The Lord of Sin remained with a furrowed brow and his hands behind his back; though he maintained his respectable smile for Hell, his gaze was fixed elsewhere with extreme impatience.

...That's good.

Watching the radio show make the devil happy, which is even more unbearable than having to accompany Angel to the red-light district.

Your sudden transformation attracted the attention of many ogres, but you didn't care. All you needed was for these demons to realize that there was a "guy" here who was more terrifying and loyal than the broadcasting demon.

Rosie eventually appeared out of nowhere. She was slightly surprised when she saw you, but that surprise quickly disappeared after she was able to touch your ears.

It seems only the broadcasting demons hate you for looking like this.

Because this devil, who was always "outgoing" and a bit annoying, never spoke a word to you after you turned into Black Wolf. He simply maintained a dignified and elegant demeanor, standing far away to the side...

His eyes were filled with utter disdain.

However, you don't care at all what the broadcasting devil is thinking. He only lets out a low hum after Shirley takes the megaphone from Rosie (although it doesn't seem to be called a megaphone abroad).

You flicked your tail slightly, allowing the curious ogre children who had climbed onto it to stand firmly on the ground. Then you slowly turned around and lay down in the small pavilion in the very center of the area, surrounded by hundreds of ogres.

Amidst the cacophony of curiosity and surprise, and Rosie's shouts of "Quiet down!", you bring your enormous head close to the small pavilion so you don't appear too detached.

As you approached the pavilion, the part of the broadcasting demon's head that resembled an ear stiffened noticeably for a moment.

You blow hot air onto his crisp red striped suit and trimmed hair, then watch with schadenfreude as his straight back begins to change.

His body trembled noticeably, as if someone had suddenly stabbed him in the spine.

"...Haha, hilarious, my dear..."

He covered the back of his neck with his hand, said those words through gritted teeth, and then gave you a look that was tinged with offense and displeasure.

The broadcaster looked like an adult who had a frog thrown on his lap by a child.

He didn't immediately blame you. Instead, he rolled his eyes dramatically, silently walked to the other end of the pavilion, and stood with Rosie.

The male demon's high heels made a light "tap-tap" sound in the wooden pavilion, as if trying to conceal his emotions.

A hint of schadenfreude, a half-smile, rolled out of your throat; you rested your massive wolf-shaped head on your paws, quietly observing the scene before you.

However, it was clear that Shirley's mission had a bad start; she encountered the very person Rosie had mentioned right at the beginning...

Tough as a rock.

Moreover, he was the kind of tough guy who would interrupt her before she could even open her mouth.

"Pfft—! Give Rosie back! And this filthy... disgusting, space-consuming, damn stinky dog!"

"Didn't anyone teach you not to bring your pets to someone's house?!"

……

you:"……"

Shirley: "Susan?"

(You: "...Who?")

In response to Shirley's question, the Broadcast Demon and the Ogre Lord almost simultaneously confirmed that the name Shirley mentioned was indeed that of the older woman who had spoken.

You snorted beside her, but before you could say anything, Shirley stopped you, even though you had no intention of doing anything.

(Maybe.)

"No—no, no, no! You can't eat her!"

you:"……"

It's strange, when did you give people the impression that you would eat people indiscriminately?

Faced with Shirley's strict prohibition, you snorted, "Fine, fine, I didn't say I would eat her..." and then lay back down in your original spot.

But I don't know if it's just my imagination...

Although the latter's emotions were clearly stronger, you could sense a subtle regret flashing across Rosie's and the broadcast devil's faces.