Although, deep down, Hayami Suzune didn't want to discern even the slightest hint of flavor, as the hot soup entered her mouth, a peculiar aroma still lingered between her lips and teeth, making her unable to resist sinking into it.
She had actually drunk that soup!
Her hunger eased almost instantly, but the realization that followed made Hayami Suzune's stomach convulse violently.
"Not bad, right? Young people should try new things more often."
Across the table, the ogre wearing a bright red turkey mask let out a string of low chuckles.
"Believe me, I really mean you no harm. I just wanted to open the door to a whole new world for you—"
"You! Go! To! Hell!"
Anger, fear, self-loathing—every kind of intense emotion surged through Hayami Suzune. Like a balloon stretched to its limit, she finally burst.
A flash of cold light. A sharp blade shot from Hayami Suzune's hand.
Blood sprayed, and the voice beneath the mask abruptly fell silent.
Fu Qian, sitting there, was once again separated from his head. It slid slowly off his neck, then rolled away.
The strike had been so swift that his body was still leaning against the chair and hadn't fallen over.
Clearly not expecting it to be so easy, Hayami Suzune stared blankly at the scene for a few seconds. Then she lowered her head, fixing her gaze on the bowl of soup before her.
Mushrooms?
In the small amount of soup left, she could clearly see white mushrooms floating around—not the brain matter she'd imagined.
They were mushrooms! She hadn't drunk soup made from human brains!
The moment the realization entered her mind, Hayami Suzune felt as though a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders.
At the same time, she quickly looked around and saw that, aside