Welcome to the World of the Mad Moon

Ian picked up Hans's brain from the floor and carefully set it on the table.

The squishy feel was unpleasant enough, but damage would make things troublesome in all sorts of ways, so he had to handle it as carefully as possible.

In any case, when it went into the soul chalice, he usually mashed it to a pulp anyway... Still, an intact brain was worth more as a material than a damaged one. Even superhumans didn't escape that rule.

'The problem is the holy water.'

For mages, superhuman corpses weren't very valuable. Monstrous sorcerers and cannibal sorcerers didn't especially favor superhumans either. Their value as material was lower than that of ordinary people—no, lower than animals, so that was only natural.

So if they wanted to use them as material, holy water absolutely had to be worked into the process. It was basically a purification ritual.

Fortunately, Ian still had a little of the holy water he'd prepared in advance.

Without hesitation, he took out the holy water he'd stored in the refrigerator and poured it into the soul chalice in a gush. He cut up Hans's brain and dropped it in.

Thanks to being smaller than Eddie's brain, Hans's brain sank softly into the holy water with a plop.

At this rate, purification would be finished in about five minutes. In the meantime, Ian started cleaning up the aftermath...