Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 290 Can you perform that for once? - S01E08

"oh----"

After Vicky said that, Shirley's eyes widened, and she put the glass to her lips and blew a small bubble like a child.

For the first time ever, the Hell Princess did not stop this, and with a look of "expectation" and "but this is not good" fighting between her left and right brains, she nervously looked at the two people she loved most in front of her.

"...Zheyang%&?"

(Is this a good idea?)

A small question, muffled and fragmented by the "glug-glug" sound, came from behind Xia Li's cup.

Although she asked that question, her wide, expectant eyes didn't reflect that.

...However, this probably can't be blamed on the Hell Princess.

After all, it's rare to see a match where the purpose isn't slaughter but pure skill and competition.

And see ■■■ spar with any other person or demon—

That can only be described as enjoyment.

However, the demon who hesitated to utter those words was Vicky; although she knew that ■■■ would absolutely not harm her lover, just looking at the chef's skills at her inn, it would be a lie to say she wasn't worried...

After all, those are exorcist enforcers who can set hellish demons ablaze!

"If it's just a friendly spar, that's fine."

Faced with Vicky's unexpected invitation, you blinked slightly. "What are the requirements? Which abilities can't I use?"

"...Oh~ you agreed so quickly? Cool."

Seeing that you agreed, Vicky, whose mood had clearly improved, raised one eyebrow, crossed her arms, and said in a relaxed and casual tone, "It's simple. I can't use your... well, world-destroying special abilities, I can't use your tail, I can't use firearms, I can't use poison, and all your other random little gadgets... Oh right, and I can't launch sneak attacks either."

"It's simply about fighting skills or using weapons. Of course, you can't just have a regular battle and use hundreds of weapons."

"...That's all. In short, just make sure the battle is pure and simple."

"how?"

After saying that, Vicky snapped her fingers at you in a cool and carefree manner.

"My God! So many things are banned? Why don't you just let this 'dragon girl' fight you with her fists?"

After hearing that Vicky had banned a whole bunch of things, Angel, who was sitting at the bar with Cherry and Pantheon, raised his glass in a sarcastic and sarcastic tone and jokingly teased the usually serious and irritable exorcist angel.

"Yeah, yeah, when you see her pull out a bunch of who-knows-what stuff and throw it at you, you'll understand why I'm emphasizing this—"

Vicky picked up on Angel's words with a forced smile, then looked back at ■■■, who was standing in front of her with his hands in his sleeves and no change in expression, and asked, "Do you want to fight inside, or outside?"

"I have no requests."

"Great! Let's go outside then. You can't really move around freely inside, can you?"

Vicky, who seemed both interested and excited about the matter, waved her thumb outwards.

A fleeting, excited smile, like that of someone who has met a worthy opponent or found a kindred spirit, crossed the face of this exorcising angel.

She actually knew that what truly excited ■■■ was a more exaggerated, grander spectacle.

But nothing could make her happier than a thrilling, unrestrained battle, unlike this monster in a different position.

■■■This is different from what everyone else thinks.

Vicky didn't know how to describe the feeling of fighting with ■■■... She couldn't say that when fighting this inn chef with abnormal fighting abilities, the other party would hold back because she was far inferior to her.

When fighting the sinners of the East, this exorcising angel always felt a profound sense of respect.

She wouldn't underestimate anyone, no matter who they were facing. Therefore, she could fight her however she wanted, displaying any form of anger or ferocity she desired…

These emotions are all permitted.

■■■Allow any born warrior to reveal their true nature before you.

"Oh~ something interesting is about to begin~!"

Perhaps confident that no one would get hurt in this battle, Shirley, who rarely seemed to be enjoying herself, cupped her face in her hands and jogged after Vicky and ■■■ who were walking towards the door.

The other demons in the inn naturally wouldn't miss this "duel" that started so quickly.

Or rather, most of the devils in hell wouldn't miss a good show with a battle as the main event.

In particular, one of them is the mysterious chef of the Perfect Inn, who is also called the "strongest combat force" by the Hell Princess and her little knight.

Just how strong is she really?

Of all these, perhaps the most intriguing is Hesk.

To be honest, the people in the inn still felt that the most intimidating person on the surface was actually the infamous and notorious radio devil.

After all, not everyone can become famous in Hell by being labeled a "tyrant," "warning order," or "slaughtering sinner lord."

Most demons give the inn face, not because of their mysterious inn chef.

But because...

[The Radio Demon is Here]

【THE RADIO DEMON IN HERE】

……

……

Ahem, but Hesk fully admits that Alastor didn't seem to have won at all before.

Whether it was when Shirley dragged them to film those silly little movies earlier, or when that red-haired freak madman made a deal with the Hell Princess, this damned sinner lord always looked utterly pathetic under ■■■'s command...

Oh hahaha—* he absolutely loves watching that bastard get humiliated by their inn's chef! He'd even buy a ticket to see it!

Just as Hesk stood beside Angel, gloating over this thought, ■■■ was already standing opposite Vicky.

"We're going to fight the angel army in a few hours. Aren't you going to conserve your energy?"

Before you started sparring, you quietly asked Vicky, who was holding the Angel Spear, a question.

You took the opportunity to glance at the ogres who were curiously watching from the sidelines.

Surprised that there were other spectators watching your fight, you realize that Rosie doesn't seem to be in the crowd.

“No (nah), you can actually treat this as a warm-up. I won’t play with you for too long—I’m not stupid.”

After hearing your question, Vicky pointed to her temple with a playful gesture; then, she suddenly took an iron ingot from the excited Shirley beside her and casually tossed it to you.

Under your gaze, Vicky, with the tone of a parent asking a friend to act for the child, said with a mix of helplessness and expectation, "So... uh, would you mind if we performed that again? Shirley has been wanting to see that for a long time."

"..."

"Of course, if you want to see... you can just tell me."

“Performing ‘that’ wasn’t particularly difficult for me.”

"...You and Shirley don't need to be so careful."