vrcanaries Chapter 88? You recruited the Broadcast Demon as an accomplice?
Chapter 88? You recruited the Broadcast Demon as an accomplice?
"Oh, didn't I tell you before that the owner of the shop I wanted to rent replied to me... so I'm planning to go with you to rent my shop first..."
Faced with the broadcast demon's question, and in order to speak more easily with Alastor, you, who had to hunch your back slightly, pressed your shadow-like, light body against him and said this.
"But I must correct you, you should say 'our' shop, darling!"
Faced with your honest statement, Wendigo closed his eyes and tapped your hard head with his cane.
He lowered his eyelids, curled up a clump of shadow on you with his sharp, slender fingers, and said slowly:
"Or perhaps, this chef, who's always been used to working alone, hasn't gotten used to having a partner yet? That won't do!"
Alastor raised his head, his bluish-gray face, bearing a huge smile, meeting yours, which revealed absolutely no expression.
The enormous skulls of dragons are far more difficult to comprehend than the humanoid sinners of the East, but the skeletons that have lost their skin and are left with only the most basic shape will expose their beautiful and sharp fangs.
...and the broadcast demon thinks that the two bottomless eye sockets of the dragon skull that replaced your head actually make you look very dull.
"Really? Maybe I am a little unaccustomed to it... I'll be more careful in the future."
Your words were just as dull as your outward appearance. You scratched the dragon horns on your head with your claws.
The broadcast demon's elder-like remarks made you subconsciously apologize, especially since what the other party said wasn't actually wrong.
Alastor: "..."
Alastor, who wasn't really concerned about whether you would apologize, noticed that even in this form, you still chose to retain the tail feature.
And that tail behind you, which always reveals your emotions, has started wagging back and forth again, its meaning ambiguous.
……
Canines.
Alastor's brow furrowed imperceptibly for a moment, but quickly relaxed again.
"Then, please? Perhaps we can talk on the way..."
The broadcasting demon, who had smoothly picked up the conversation, straightened his collar and made an inviting gesture towards the gentleman in front of him.
But Wendigo had only made half of his invitation when a strange, gentle, cold wind lifted his bangs.
"Walking there would be a waste of time. You can just follow me through the portal."
The seemingly completely unromantic ■■■ stood by the massive portal, gazing at the sinner lord whose expression appeared slightly embarrassed.
The sound of an old-fashioned radio being switched off perfectly encapsulated Alastor's current mood.
After a few seconds of silence, the old gentleman's wide eyes immediately drooped because of the unromantic woman's disappointment.
■■■The portal, flowing like ink, reflected the familiar street scene of the Pride Ring, and the pale magical light softened the almost aggressive red of the broadcast demon.
Since teleportation portals were a type of magic used only by nobles, a few passing sinners glanced at them curiously from the other side of the portal before hurrying away.
"...Hmph, very good."
The foreign gentleman, who looked inexplicably unhappy, gripped his cane, put his hands behind his back, and strode quickly through your portal with a frown.
you:"?"
Looking at Alastor, who was standing on the other side of the portal and didn't even want to turn around to look at you, you felt confused and couldn't understand why he was suddenly unhappy.
Not knowing what you had done to offend this sinful lord, you shook your tail in confusion before suspiciously passing through your own portal.
The place you came out of is right at the main entrance of SFDD restaurant.
Although you destroyed most of this place before, they repaired it quite quickly.
Maintaining your dignified demeanor, you looked up and down at the "Delicious to Death" restaurant, which had already opened for business. You secretly marveled at how the arrogant demons had truly mastered the art of being slaves, managing to renovate and open this run-down place so quickly.
...And those damned and annoying saltwater tanks.
"Ugh~ a pathetic, annoying internet-famous restaurant!"
Seeing that you didn't move, Alastor quickly took two steps to stand beside you and said this in a light tone.
Looking at the long queue in front of him, the veteran sinner lord leaned on his cane, frowned, and tilted his head.
Wendigo, who has never quite understood the behavior of modern young people, lowers his eyelids and gives you his usual contemptuous look.
"Is this your plan? To rent a trendy restaurant with a deeply ingrained sense of inferiority and vulgarity?"
The broadcaster made no attempt to hide the mockery and sarcasm in his tone, perfectly capturing the essence of "That's it?"
His tone was infuriating, yet elegant enough.
Alastor is really good at making people angry with just one sentence, but at the same time he can perfectly make people feel superior, like "if you refute him, you are a broken clown".
"Wrong, I want to rent the one across the street."
Unfortunately, you're used to Wendigo's sharp tongue and don't buy into this.
Because your appreciation for Alastor's erudition and unique way of dealing with people has outweighed your disgust for his bad side, you have learned how to get along with this foul-mouthed old gentleman.
To let the broadcasting demon see the situation you are in, you casually gave him a clear view.
Perhaps because your reaction was too effortless and calm, Alastor raised an eyebrow, wondering what else you had prepared.
Until he discovered that across the street was an abandoned restaurant that looked like it had been through a war, with its signboard seemingly about to fall off.
Alastor: "..."
"...Heh...hahahahaha...Miss ■■■ always has a kind of dark humor that most demons don't have! Every time I'm with you, I laugh more than I have in any other day in the past!"
Alastor, who didn't think you were a fool for choosing an abandoned restaurant, leaned on his cane and laughed heartily, revealing his sharp teeth.
"Oh... I really hope you can bring me more surprises in the future! Dear Miss, Stars!"
The broadcasting demon, who had finally managed to stop laughing, emphasized the words "to all the stars."
He glanced at you sideways, and the shoulders that had been trembling with pleasure quickly calmed down.
Having long been accustomed to Alastor's eccentric and neurotic behavior, you simply stood obediently side by side with him.
Coincidentally, after Alastor stopped his obviously frightening laughter, a very familiar figure stopped panting beside you.
Harlan, whom you haven't seen for a day, is currently wearing ordinary overalls and holding a photograph in her hand.
He glanced at you nervously and awkwardly, then looked at the photo in his hand, as if confirming something.
"..."
Realizing that the unfamiliar sinner before them was targeting them, the broadcasting demon, who was clearly less tolerant of men, maintained his polite and courteous smile, frowned, and asked in a flippant tone with his distinctive broadcasting voice, "So, who is this reckless uninvited guest?"
"Hello! You must be the strange lady who mentioned... uh... the one from the stars? As for you..."
Harlen, seemingly unable to believe you were the one personally initiated by the stars, nervously looked you up and down before finally fixing her gaze on Alastor, who appeared somewhat petite standing next to you.
Then you see the expression on his face quickly change from exhaustion from being in a hurry to terror.
"...You...you are! You're the broadcasting demon! Holy shit! Aa ...
Harlan screamed.
"Your fame is astounding." "How can you blame me for that?"
At the same time as you spoke, Alastor closed his eyes and shrugged as if it were none of his business, while you used your long tail to wrap around the sinner who was about to run away without saying a word.
"Besides, isn't this exactly what you wanted? What good can the reputation of a sinner lord be?"
Alastor, who seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself, stretched out his hands at you in a good mood and said this.
you:"……"
Speechless at the attitude of the sinner lord, you heard a soft cracking sound from the skull you were wearing on your head.
You rolled your eyes, not wanting to argue with him at this moment, and then used your tail to wrap around Harlen's waist, lifting the mangy canine criminal into the air.
Only in this way can you make eye contact with him.
"Why are you running? The broadcasting devil is an accomplice hired by Miss [Name], didn't she tell you?"
You asked Harun, who was not begging for mercy and therefore seemed to have some backbone, in a calm tone.
"...The helpers that young lady invited were the Stars' Personal Invitation and... the Radio Demon??"
What a joke! The strange Eastern sinner's reply only asked when he should come here and what the appearance of the stars should be.
She did say she would bring in an extra helper... but she didn't say that this helper was the radio demon who, even after disappearing for seven years, could still stop babies from crying!
"Oh...it seems your reputation isn't very good, Mr. Radio Devil."
Looking at Harlen, who was tucked between his legs and looked so terrified that he couldn't even speak properly to you, you glanced down at Alastor, who was humming a little tune as if watching a play.
"How can you blame me? Shouldn't this be the problem of those wretched and cowardly sinners themselves? — I must say, I've always felt that their greatest value lies in providing my listeners with some trivial amusement on my radio station!"
Alastor, making no attempt to hide his mocking remarks about the broadcast, raised an eyebrow and repeated his earlier statement used to "shirk responsibility."
You're trying to convey to Alastor, with your completely expressionless head, that you're saying, "Do something!"
……
But Alastor seems to understand what you mean...?
Although you didn't speak up, the elegant Wendigo gentleman took action.
He squinted his scarlet eyes, gracefully ran his fingertips along the handle of his cane, and slowly strolled toward Harlan.
“Poor sir, you may certainly be afraid of me, fear me—but unfortunately, I am merely an assistant hired by a charming and clever beauty.”
After getting close to Harun, who was hanging in the air, Alastor, with a relaxed expression, playfully spread his fingers in the air.
“But… if you continue to waste that lady’s time with this foolish behavior… I wouldn’t mind showing you the consequences of provoking the radio demon.”
Before the words were even finished, a jarring audio interference burst forth from the tiny broadcast demon beside you.
He tilted his red head in a creepy pose, his ever-smiling face beginning to distort under the influence of his own power.
Green energy spread like ripples beneath Alastor's feet, and you could see his antlers, like budding shoots, growing upwards... as well as his pointer-shaped pupils, a symbol of threat and fury.
Now even the sinners who didn't know the broadcast demon had arrived should know.
Ignoring Alastor, you glanced indifferently at the SFDD customer who had been scared away by him, thinking to yourself that this certain demon truly lived up to his ridiculously high gold content as a broadcasting demon.
...With this level of fame, awesome!
Having a Wendigo with you really saves you a lot of trouble; it's definitely worth the money.
Looking at the deserted SFDD, you think this with satisfaction.
As Harlen, whose entire world seemed to shrink into your shadow, remained in a threatening posture, Alastor had no idea that you were inwardly praising his convenience.
Wendigo, engrossed in toying with his prey, raised an eyebrow and jokingly asked the sinner before him, who was nearly terrified out of his wits:
"Well, I've already said so much... Can you please stop acting so stupid and get this over with us quickly?"