Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 276 That's just how I am, there's nothing I can do about it, just bear with it - S

"Oh (a)~■■■ You're back? So—!" Shirley, who always loved seeing you in your human animal form, let out a long syllable before tentatively asking you with a hint of excitement, "How did it go? Did your meeting with... uh, Ms. Rosie go smoothly?"

"Hmm...it's going smoothly. Ms. Rosie is a very good demon, I think at least for the time being..."

As Shirley moved, you, now transformed into a black-winged kite, raised your tail feathers and swayed back and forth twice, adjusting your position. "I think I can trust you."

"Oh—really? That's wonderful! I was worried about that!"

Upon hearing this, Shirley's eyes immediately lit up.

The blonde's worry faded considerably. She reached out and rubbed her chubby cheeks, chuckling foolishly as she rubbed against the soft feathers on your chest.

You let out a few high-pitched "chirp" sounds from your chest as a form of comfort.

"so……"

"Where did you come from, my dear Miss Raptor?"

Wendigo, fully aware that he was being deliberately ignored, leaned on his cane and stood beside her, looking down at the raptor on the other side of Shirley's shoulder.

The broadcaster, whose thoughts remained elusive, still seemed intent on making jokes, but this time, his tone carried a deeper meaning, as if some kind of...

Deliberate exploration.

Clearly, the black-winged kite is significantly larger than the average female.

"Take the stairs," you said coldly.

"Oh! Splendid! With those poor little legs of yours? It's a shame I didn't see that you've turned into a grey shrike?"

The broadcasting demon, seemingly completely unconcerned about what had happened before, twirled his cane around and then approached you with his enormous, boundless grin.

("Uh, Alas...")

Grey-backed Shrike.

"Was the word that just came out of your mouth 'Grey Shrike,' you devil?"

(Shirley's weak voice faded into the distance.)

In the Dragon Girl... no, now perhaps it's the Black-Winged Kite Girl.

An incredulous cooing sound came from the beak of the raptor on Shirley's left shoulder.

As if a sore spot had been touched, she bristled and moved from Shirley's left shoulder, which was further away from her, to her right shoulder.

"Black-winged kite, Elanus caeruleus, belongs to the genus Elanus in the family Irisidae of the order Falconiformes."

"The black-winged kite is a typical diurnal raptor with well-developed grasping metatarsus, a hooked beak, and stereoscopic vision. Its prey-locking mechanism relies on extremely high-precision monocular depth recognition—it can accurately locate the lung movement of a field mouse at a height of 30 meters above the ground."

"And the grey-backed shrike? Lanius tephronotus, Passeriformes, Shrikeidae."

"Although the grey-backed shrike resembles a bird of prey, it does not possess any actual ability to subdue enemies. Its hooked beak is designed to strip insects of their exoskeleton rather than penetrate their tendons."

"The so-called 'hanging prey on branches' is entirely for food storage, not for hunting. The foot structure of these small birds does not support grasping; they can only perch... They cannot even carry prey for more than 20 seconds!"

Should we continue talking about the visual system?

"The Black-winged Kite possesses a typical raptor-like retinal indentation structure, with four times the number of cone cells per square millimeter compared to the Grey-backed Shrike. It can independently process two sets of high-speed motion information, and it can even see what the print on the sole of your shoe looks like!"

"As for flight? The shrike's flight is a leaping, jerky motion, like an unstable video shaking. But the black-winged kite has a V-shaped wingspan and a high-frequency scissor-like tail feather adjustment mechanism. Hovering to hunt, low-altitude gliding, and reverse leaps are all part of its daily maneuvering."

"So, you're just spouting nonsense because the feathers look similar? That's like calling everyone wearing a white shirt a doctor."

"Before you say something like that next time, I suggest you first master the most basic logic of species identification, otherwise you're not only insulting me, but also insulting your own evolution! I..."

"..."

"Oh...hahaha...haha...fuck you, ALSTOR."

Upon seeing the radio demon's unrepentant, even increasingly gloating smile, you finally realize you've been tricked and laugh in exasperation.

You widened your eyes, then immediately folded your wings as if you had seen something dirty.

After uttering that swear word you haven't used in quite a while, the Wendigo gentleman, who has never been very tolerant of rude language, didn't say much more.

The expression on his face didn't even change.

Did you think he would become more aggressive because of your previous falling out... or did he already have a new plan brewing in his mind?

For example, could they make a "big" profit before the major purge begins and then run away?

Not quite believing that the Broadcast Demon would still be in the inn when the Great Purge came, you shrank back in disbelief towards Shirley's face.

You try to use your bird-like face to express your near-limitless "disdain" or "aversion" to the sinful lord before you.

"Hehe... Hahahaha! What else can I say? May hell bless you! My sweetheart!"

The broadcasting demon was clearly in a good mood after seeing your reaction.

He raised his head, revealing his handsome jawline and the clean-shaven back of his head.

The announcer, his dark brown red hair swaying gently in the air, said with a brief, light murmur, "To be honest, I thought you had some new plan, or perhaps I thought you were the young, loyal dog of our Hell Princess?"

He closed his eyes like a picky and arrogant nobleman, and said this in a sarcastic tone.

"Now it seems that you..."

"how do I?"

However, when Alastor opened his eyes, what he saw was no longer the black-winged kite that had just landed on Shirley Morningstar's shoulder, but...

A black behemoth with a shoulder height of thirty-nine feet (12 meters).

……

Clearly, ■■■ has changed its body shape again.

It was a giant wolf that looked like a mountain incarnate.

Those golden eyes alone were larger than the heads of ordinary sinners.

He stood there beside Shirley, completely burying the princess of hell with his large, soft scarf.

The behemoth's body was slender and fluid, and the fur on its back swayed gently in the winds of the Pride Ring like flames or torn shadows.

He stood there, his sharp claws, gleaming with a cold light, etched marks on the ground.

The massive black wolf gazed intently at Wendigo, who suddenly appeared slender and tiny, its long tail billowing in the air like a streak of fire.

A savage burst of heat emanated from the canine's nostrils, causing the announcer's eyes to widen, his lips to twitch, and his red hair to fly wildly through the air.

The broadcaster hates dogs.

■■■Of course I know that.

"Broadcasting Demon, I think we both have our own secret plans that we won't reveal, right?"

Looking at the sinner lord before him, the giant beast brought its long snout close to him, its lips slanted back maliciously, revealing a row of gleaming fangs.

"You know, in this hell, you're not the only one who's hungry. We'd better be careful, hmm? What do you think?"

"As for the question about the loyal dog of Hell's Princess..."

The giant wolf spoke slowly, then narrowed its eyes and approached Wendigo, whose body was leaning back.

"Yes, it's me."

(YES, I am)

"as well as."

(AND)

"I can bite."

(I BITE)

"So, do you see anything wrong with this?"

(So, You've got a problem with this?)