Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 106 A sudden turn of events

That was probably the first time Alastor and ■■■ made eye contact after ■■■ revealed their true forms.

But he soon realized from his uncontrollably trembling hands and trembling emotions that he was being forced into "fear" by the dragon in front of him.

Unable to even control the corners of his mouth, Wendigo stood still, trying to look into the eyes of the black dragon.

But to his surprise, he found that he couldn't even find the original emotions and consciousness of the person he was supposed to be.

■■■ It seemed that in that instant, it had completely transformed into a behemoth controlled by instinct.

This also proves that everything she is doing now may be subconscious and habitual, and has nothing to do with her own will.

But the behemoth with eyes as bright as gold didn't waste much time on the broadcasting demon; she seemed to simply give this creature that dared to look at her a glance.

Because she quickly turned around and flew towards the entire sky of the Pride Ring.

With the sound of earth and rocks collapsing, the black dragon's enormous body soared into the air.

The earth groaned in agony as it could no longer bear her weight, and countless cracks bloomed from beneath her sharp claws like flowers of hell.

As Alastor gripped his still trembling left wrist with his right hand, he stared intently at the spectacular sight before him.

"...Alastor!...Oh! God! Thank goodness you're alright!"

The familiar voice snapped Wendigo out of his long-lost curiosity. He first turned his head 180 degrees toward Shirley, who was running toward him, before gracefully turning his body around.

"Something happened? How could something happen to me, my dear?"

Alastor, who had his own way of dealing with the little princess, twirled his cane, drooped his eyelids, and lazily said this.

"After all, she's our inn's head chef. I trust she won't do anything to me."

Wendigo tilted his head, his eyes curving into two eerie, blood-red crescents with delight.

"...So you already knew that it was ■■■?"

Shirley's eyes widened.

"..."

The foreign gentleman, without speaking, silently answered the little princess's question with his raised eyebrows and a moment of silence.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, this isn't the time for a long-awaited reunion! Does anyone know where this form of [illegible] is going?"

Angel, somewhat unable to accept another round of heartwarming reunion drama, anxiously interrupted to start her own topic.

But it must be admitted that Angel got to the point.

As soon as the Spider Sinner finished speaking, all the demons turned their gazes to the pure black dragon flying toward the top of the Ring of Pride in Hell.

Because of its enormous size, the figure gives the viewer a sense of a mountain range taking flight.

But clearly, this shock wasn't something that could be seen by the entire Pride Ring.

"...By the way, sir, did you set up visual obstructions around the area properly?"

To ensure everything went smoothly, the white-haired witch standing next to Lucifer asked the question in a somewhat uncertain voice.

"Of course! Although my abilities are useless against that Miss Long because of the different overall systems... I'm still very good at dealing with those awful guys!"

The petite fallen angel, speaking with an air of confidence, raised her head, looking quite smug.

He stole a glance at his daughter, who was staring at the sky, but she didn't seem to notice her father's gaze, nor did she praise his reliability as he had hoped.

"..."

“Well done, sir. This will prevent too much disturbance.”

Perhaps because she saw that the few tufts of hair sticking up on Lucifer's head had all drooped listlessly, and she couldn't learn Lucifer's fighting style, but she had learned how to coax the royal golden-headed man, Vicky silently complimented him from the side.

"...Of course! Hmph, I didn't become the King of Hell for nothing."

Seeing that there were people supporting her, the blonde fallen angel deliberately lowered her voice, placed her hands on her staff, and held her head high, making her spotless white suit look even shinier.

……

...It seems that Shirley is indeed their biological daughter.

Although the situation in ■■■ is very serious right now, Vicky couldn't help but think to herself that this was the thought.

"Where is she flying to? She's so big—where can someone that big go?"

Hesk, who was standing there with his arms crossed, couldn't help but ask this question.

"Does anyone know what she'll do next? Or what if she turns around and kills us all? If that happens, we might have to..."

"■■■ will not harm any of us."

After hearing Hesker's speech, Shirley, who had been staring at the aerial dragon with anxious and worried eyes the whole time, interrupted Hesker without even turning her head.

Perhaps because Shirley's tone was too firm, Alastor, who had been standing silently to the side, first made a slight rustling sound before narrowing his eyes and saying, "...Perhaps Shirley, do you know where the chef is going now?"

……

"She wants to go home."

"She wants to leave this place... to leave hell."

After a long silence, Shirley, realizing she had to tell everyone what she wanted to do, spoke up.

The blonde witch's voice carried a certain sadness, but this sadness stemmed from ■■■.

"..."

"……go home?"

Perhaps because ■■■ had never spoken about "going home" in front of everyone, the demons at the inn, who felt this was a completely new topic, either looked surprised or confused.

After all, ■■■ usually presents herself as a reserved and silent figure in the inn, and everyone almost universally assumes that ■■■ is a powerful but desireless and mysterious demon.

It seems that apart from Shirley, ■■■ herself, and Vicky, no one in the entire inn knows what ■■■ truly wants or what her wish is.

"...Actually, when we met ■■■, she had always wanted to go home."

Vicky chimed in from the side.

"Although we don't know where the 'home' that ■■■ is talking about is, at that time ■■■ didn't want anything, she just wanted to go home."

The white-haired female demon, who usually appeared very serious, surprisingly showed a hint of reluctance in her tone.

"Now Shirley's father has spoken up too. ■■■ is indeed a sinner from a foreign land... at least according to ■■■, people from their land shouldn't go to hell after they die."

"...Hmm~ This is something new."

As Alastor approached the two female demons before him, a look of interest on his face, having never heard Shirley and Vicky talk about the matter for the first time.

However, he had only taken a few steps when he was blocked by the menacing Lucifer.

The other person even used their cane to stop him; the petite fallen angel was practically saying, "You need to keep a safe distance from me and my daughter."

Alastor, who was starting to sense that the King of Hell seemed a bit annoyed, thought: "..."

Completely unconcerned whether the demon in front of him was Lucifer's Alastor, he effortlessly pried open the King of Hell's staff with his hand, then ignored the other's face, which was flushed red with anger, and stood elegantly beside Shirley.

"However, we rarely hear Miss ■■■ mention going home these days... or rather, we never do. Is it because she's found a way back, or has her plan changed?"

Because what ■■■ was talking about was from a completely different world to Alastor, Wendigo, who was always confident, became extremely curious about everything related to ■■■.

"...Actually, it's not what you think. The reason why she stopped talking about wanting to go home is simply because she said she trusts me."

With a guilty expression, Shirley rubbed her reddened eyes with her arm.

"She never mentioned going home in front of others because she told me she wouldn't talk about her wishes all the time, but..."

Although she missed her home more than anyone else, and although she had come to this strange, even hellish place for some reason, she never brought it up again because ■■■ had unilaterally told her that she would never mention her wish again.

No one knows what kind of obsession ■■■ has with going home.

However, because of the agreement, she never mentioned this matter, which was extremely important to her.

Shirley still remembers that when she wasn't very familiar with them, she was searching for a way home almost every day, and she kept asking them all about how to leave Hell, through various books about Hell.

But after making the promise with her, ■■■ actually made this thing, which was almost etched into her life, completely disappear.

The persistence and trustworthiness shown by ■■■ were simply unbelievable to the demon.

This witch from another land even reminded Shirley of the characters in the fairy tales she heard as a child—perhaps this is one of the reasons why Shirley likes ■■■ so much and believes that ■■■ can go to heaven.

……

But...■■■There's a reason why someone has such a strong desire to go home but can never actually go back.

"Dad, do you have a way to stop ■■■ from flying too high? Or can you take me up there? I want to talk to ■■■!"

As the enormous black dragon rose higher and higher, almost level with the entrance to heaven hanging above hell, Shirley gritted her teeth and looked at her father, who had been standing beside her the whole time.

"...What? Are you crazy?! I would never send you to that dangerous guy!"

Without a second thought, he rejected his daughter Lucifer, first making a huge X in the air with his hand, then revealing a shocked and uncompromising expression.

This time, he didn't even want to think of an excuse to refuse, nor did he want to give Shirley any room for maneuver.

"No, Dad! You don't understand! ■■■ would never hurt me! And I can't let her fly any higher! If she flies any higher, she'll hurt herself!"

Seeing that her father was unlikely to help her, Xia Li immediately became anxious.

"How can you be so sure she won't hurt you? Do you know that the Miss [name] you care about is at the top of another system? My abilities are useless against her, which proves that if you get hurt, I can only..."

Lucifer's rebuttal was just as firm as his daughter's.

The fallen angel, who seemed determined to prioritize his daughter's safety, was unwilling to take Shirley to ■■■'s side.

"……dad!!"

Just after Shirley's voice, tinged with anger and helplessness, fell, Lucifer silently turned his head to the side, looking completely unmoved.

But the King of Hell's actions were not without reason, after all, ■■■ was just a stranger to him, dangerous and unfamiliar.

Instead of blaming the King of Hell who only cares about his family, we should be grateful that he didn't directly kick the big troublemaker out of hell because of his daughter.

At this moment, the black dragon, which had already flown to the highest point of the Pride Ring, suddenly stopped as if it had been pulled back by something just before it was about to touch the boundary of the Pride Ring.

Upon realizing that it seemed to be bound, the colossal beast, possessing unparalleled power, immediately let out an angry roar.

—It was at this moment that the chains that had previously appeared on ■■■ reappeared.

However, they have become even larger and heavier in order to completely restrain ■■■.

Perhaps enraged at the discovery of the massive iron chains binding its body, the black dragon, which was circling in the air, suddenly began to struggle violently.

As she roared defiantly, she relentlessly rammed against the invisible barrier above the Ring of Pride in Hell.

The iron chains from the depths of hell clashed and roared as the black dragon fiercely resisted.

The hollow sound mingled with the painful and angry howls of the giant beast.

While most of the demons in the Pride Ring were unaware of what had happened on their mountaintop, the demons under Lucifer's visual impairment spell certainly experienced firsthand the earth-shaking sensation.

"...No!! Don't do that!! You'll get hurt!"

It seemed that Shirley was still hiding something, and she broke down shouting at the giant dragon in the sky.

The usually cheerful and lively blonde was now pacing around like a cat on a hot tin roof.

Shirley seemed to give up on asking her father for help and instead looked at Alastor, who had been watching the scene unfold from the side.

Although the broadcast demon's expression clearly suggested she had been waiting for a long time, it seemed too late before she could speak.

Before the black dragon it had transformed into could even make a few impacts on the edge of hell, eerie, black-red bolts of lightning suddenly shot upwards along the massive iron chains…

—Then, without mercy, it struck the pitch-black Eastern dragon that was still crashing against the edge of the Arrogance Ring in mid-air.