After hearing that, "Satoru Gojo" covered half his face and laughed nonstop. Then he gleefully spread his arms, as though inviting Miwa Chisei into an embrace.
"I thought my cursed energy had given me away. Turns out it was something that boring."
Watching his movements, Miwa Chisei felt that Satoru Gojo himself might well do something this ridiculous.
"So how much longer are you going to wear that face?"
"Don't you like it? You clearly care about him in here, too."
"Satoru Gojo" pointed at his chest and flashed a malicious smile. His voice was no different from the real man's, but hearing it made Miwa Chisei deeply uncomfortable.
"I don't have a fixed form to begin with. What I turn into depends on what's inside a person's heart."
"You still see me as 'that person'? You two must be close, little girl."
Miwa Chisei showed little emotion in the face of his mockery and provocation.
With an indifferent expression, she watched the self-satisfied cursed spirit before her, assessing how difficult he would be to deal with.
She wasn't worried about anything happening to Satoru Gojo. That man was strong, after all.
"An illusion?"
Miwa Chisei murmured to herself, casually extending a finger. The wound she had bitten into had already stopped bleeding.
"Inside this illusion, I'm invincible!"
The cursed spirit shouted excitedly. Paired with Satoru Gojo's appearance, it felt oddly natural-that man could act just as unhinged.
"Then you've found the right person. I'm curious whether special grade cursed spirits are afraid of illusions, too."
"Satoru Gojo's" expression grew restrained as he watched the unruffled little girl draw a dagger from her waist and slice open her palm without hesitation.
Blood pooled and dripped, enveloped in red cursed energy before splitting apart. In an instant, an evil, sinister presence