Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 184 Even with Empty Hands - S01E06

Fast and the sinner lord beside him spoke at exactly the same time.

The two sinners looked equally surprised.

"...You mean Miss ■■■ is still alive? She's alright? Where is she now!?"

Upon hearing the news, Fast, whose skull fire turned fluorescent green with excitement, seemed to widen even his unchanging skull eye sockets.

The usually calm and rational voice of the male criminal trembled.

The ecstasy of the strange male sinner was obvious.

"Haha! Yes, congratulations on not having to be a widower for the rest of your life!"

Christina, her expression turning even more sour, rolled her eyes dramatically. "But she's trapped here! We have to find a way to get to the roof and rescue her!"

The female demon, who hadn't even considered the feasibility, pointed irritably to the rooftop.

It's clear the female demon is very agitated, as she has scratched herself until she bleeds from many places on her body.

"Thanks to this gentleman! You're almost a deeply closeted, powerful, broadcasting demon!"

Christina, who hadn't forgotten a certain sinner lord, glared at Fast and spread her hands in a sarcastic tone towards the red-clad gentleman behind him.

"Damn it, if he's really that strong, why didn't he bring [illegible] down with him? Strong my ass! He…!"

"...I told you, don't mess with the broadcasting demon...Sorry, that's just her personality."

Fast silently interrupted the silver-haired sinner with his foul mouth.

However, that's what they say.

To be honest, Alastor didn't hear even a hint of apology from the boy named Fast in front of him.

...It would be more appropriate to describe it as contempt and deep resentment.

And how did such unrelated words as "goddess" and "widower" come out of the mouth of that rude and bandit-like criminal?

The old gentleman, his brows furrowed, smiled dangerously, while the tentacles behind him showed no sign of retracting.

"In short, let's go in first and get her out first."

"Oh...right right...you know this is the important thing, yet you're still trying to show off in front of your damn gay freak idol!"

“Good heavens, Tina, you’re acting like you’ve gone mad. You should probably get your head checked out with my health insurance… Also, the Broadcast Demon isn’t my idol, I just said he’s dangerous…”

"...Hurry up and find a way to blow this hellhole up!!"

Two criminals, having pushed through the crowd and rushed to the entrance of the burning building, looked helplessly at the entrance of the apartment building that had already been engulfed in flames.

The more rational Fast, after observing the appalling scene before him for a while, stroked his chin and said seriously:

"It's obvious that we can't blow this up. If we blow it up again, this place will collapse completely."

"What should we do then!? Maybe I should try to use my abilities to cut this place open..."

Christina, who was indeed trying to find a solution, pulled out her usual dagger from her pocket, looking anxious and uneasy.

"...Come on, this is a waste of time."

"Oh, maybe if the broadcasting devil comes to our aid, we won't waste our time—look at him, just standing there! Acting like it's none of his business!"

The silver-haired female demon, clearly harboring great resentment towards Alastor, waved her hand resentfully toward where the other was.

"...You should be glad he didn't kill you, instead of continuing to provoke us here."

Fast's voice was tinged with amusement. "I was already struggling to parry his almost entertaining attacks. If he really wanted to kill you, it would only take a moment—he just wanted to torture you."

"You should focus on rescuing Miss ■■■."

As Fast said this, he reached out and touched the huge pile of debris blocking the exit.

That appeared to be a collapsed corridor ceiling.

Cheap stone and wooden planks were used to completely block the exit.

Fire remains deadly for ordinary sinners and even for the slightly lower inhabitants of hell.

However, after Fast went to Hell, his abilities became related to fire, so he figured he probably wouldn't be afraid of those flames...

……

"...Go inside quickly!!"

"Isn't your ability related to fire? Why does your voice sound like you're constipated..."

Christina looked on with a puzzled expression as she watched Fast, whose body had turned completely red from the blue flames that had connected him to the fire, trembling as he clutched the blazing piece of debris.

"Get the hell inside! Otherwise, none of us will get in!"

The male sinner who didn't answer the demoness's question even began to tremble.

Hearing this, Christina, though puzzled, carefully avoided Fast's body and nimbly slipped inside.

"...Ugh... Damn it... Anyway, Tina, take this! Otherwise you'll die in there too!"

"what?"

Hearing the usually calm male demon gasp in pain, Christina, whose hand had been forcibly stuffed with something that felt like bone, felt as if she had been pushed by someone.

Just as she fell into the messy first-floor corridor, the ceiling that Fast had been lifting collapsed with a crash.

Sparks and dust rose everywhere, and waves of raging heat churned in the sky.

"...Hey! Cough cough...cough cough! Wait! That's the goddess who saved you! Aren't you coming?"

Christina asked this question with some surprise, peering out from a small window in the ruins.

“If I go in, no one will be able to lift this board.”

"That bad?" The silver-haired witch was somewhat surprised, because Fast's pain didn't seem faked.

"This is no ordinary fire."

"This fire is like an angel's weapon; it will scorch the souls of sinners."

"..."

Do you regret going in?

Fast suddenly asked this question from outside.

"How long can this thing you gave me protect me?"

Without any hesitation, Christina asked this question with some impatience.

"..."

"Hmph... Heh, hahaha..."

"I do not know."

"This thing is a projection of my soul."

"Let's see how long I can hold out without losing consciousness from the pain."

“…You’re a complete psychopath, are you a masochist?” Christina’s forehead twitched.

“You’re wasting your time.” The male sinner’s voice trembled slightly.

"..."

"Damn it, don't die!"

"Otherwise, even if I don't like ■■■, I'll still pursue her and then spend every year at your grave with her."

Christina, speaking casually, frowned and tossed the bone in her hand into the air twice like a scoundrel.

"You fucking dare...!"

"..."

"Can you please stop being so outrageous?"

The male demon's voice, tinged with helplessness and a hint of anger, fell.

In the corridor, glowing red from the fire, Christina snorted disdainfully and turned to look at the interior of the apartment, which had been almost completely burned to ruins.

The first floor of the Little Devil Apartments has a fairly decent reception hall.

Although the place could almost be described as "ruins," Christina could tell that the large, unnatural-looking craters must have been blown up by something long ago.

Under the protection of Fast's spirit projection, Christina was able to move freely through the fire.

However, she did not venture too far into the dangerous area, as both her instincts and Fast told her that the fire was far more dangerous than she had imagined.

The female demon was solely focused on rushing onto the rooftop to save the woman she had been longing for day and night.

Whether in life or in death, Christina was a skilled thief.

Sometimes, if you're lucky, you can steal a month's worth of "living expenses".

When luck turns bad, they get into a fight with the person they stole from.

Sometimes, when she was in prison and no one could bail her out, she could only play a game with the prison guards in the dirty duty room, sweating profusely, exchanging her physical health for survival.

Christina knew she was a very annoying person.

Her life has been like this for most of the time...

Every step I took was on stinging, burning steps.

She climbed upwards with all her might, desperately wanting to see tomorrow's sun.

Even though her heart and lungs ached from the strenuous exercise, and even though every breath was torture, she still refused to stop.

...During her conscious and living days, both before and after her death, she never imagined that she would risk her life for anyone.

She was a dirty little thief who would do anything to survive.

He would actually risk his worthless life for a woman he had only met a few times, at such a moment.

“……■■■!”

"■■■……■■■! Answer me!"

There was no door on the rooftop, so Christina, who exerted too much force, was propelled out entirely by inertia.

She had thought she would have to search for the barely conscious body in the fire...

But she saw the woman she had thought about for countless days and nights sitting quietly with her back to her in the fire.

Still as the white bouquet in every one of her dreams.

But after hearing her call, the dragon girl turned around.

In her daze, Christina saw ■■■'s face.

She looked so surprised by her arrival that her beautiful, gilded eyes widened slightly.

...Christina felt she could no longer take her eyes off the sinners from the East.

Even though it was a matter of life and death, she inexplicably felt ashamed to appear before her in just her pajamas with her makeup ruined.

It was clearly a fire meant to kill, but within that fire, the sinner from the East, a stranger in a foreign land, seemed like a blessing from God—

Its beauty is beyond words.

In the long silence.

Christina stared blankly as she stood up and walked towards her.

The woman's face no longer seemed as numb and uninteresting as it had been before.

She smiled faintly, and then took something from her hand with her own cold hands.

Christina, feeling as if her soul had been bewitched by the woman, could only see her pale lips opening and closing, saying something.

Perhaps because she was completely unresponsive, the Dragon Girl lowered her head and chuckled twice. With a wave of her sleeve, she wiped away all the pain she had suffered in the fire.

"..."

"...You...still..."

"No...darling..."

"Are you okay, honey?"

"...What are you talking about, you idiot!"

Christina's face turned bright red when she heard what the witch said.

She jumped back suddenly like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

But clearly, she forgot that there was a stairwell right behind her—

So, she missed a step.

In a world where only they could hear each other, Christina's eyes widened as if her entire demonic heart had skipped a beat.

But the terrifying feeling of weightlessness disappeared in an instant.

The familiar ocean tide, mixed with the cold wind, rushed towards the silver-haired demoness's face.

She felt herself being pulled by that cold hand again.

The dragon girl, who wasn't just a figure in a dream, pulled the stunned Christina back to her side.

The smile that rarely appeared on her face was still the same as she remembered—gentle and bright.

"...I've been waiting for you for a long time."

She heard her say that.

Christina heard her say that.