Persona, I am the villain and I can do whatever I want

Futaba's unclear voice came from inside: "Come in, the door is not locked."

Mitsui Tsubasa pushed the door open and walked in, then his footsteps suddenly froze in mid-air.

"Why are you dressed like that?"

He looked at Sakura Futaba speechlessly, or more precisely, at her head - the huge scary girl doll head.

Does this damn thing already exist at this time?

Why on earth would you buy such an ugly headgear?

However, Sakura Futaba felt good about herself and even reached out and patted the hood twice.

"I feel much more comfortable wearing this. I could hardly breathe when I was so close to you before."

Mitsui Tsubasa was silent for a moment. He felt that wearing this headgear would make people unable to breathe!

However, considering Futaba's mental state, he acquiesced to her behavior.

When Takemiya entered the room, she was also stunned by Futaba's appearance, but quickly regained her composure.

"Ah, good morning, Dr. Takemi."

When Sakura Futaba saw Takemiya, she thought for a moment, then raised her hand and greeted her naturally.

"you know me?"

Wu Jianmiao looked at her figure and complexion calmly and guessed that she might be slightly malnourished.

"Yeah, we've met once, I still remember." Sakura Futaba nodded obediently.

Seeing that they knew each other, Mitsui Tsubasa skipped the introduction and directly raised the lunch box in his hand.

"Let's have breakfast first. We have plenty of time today. We can talk later."

He untied the plastic bag, and the aroma of curry immediately filled the small room.

However, Sakura Futaba rushed over and held the bag: "Don't eat in my room, the curry smell is hard to get rid of."

So, the three of them borrowed Sojiro's dining table and had breakfast together while chatting.

Sakura Futaba happily took the spoon and ate curry in big mouthfuls, looking like she had a good appetite.

In contrast, Wu Jianmiao is a bit slow. When urged, he would retort that eating too much greasy food in the morning is bad for the skin.

Halfway through her meal, Sakura Futaba took out a cup of coffee and took a sip.

"Hey, this coffee is quite sweet. I was worried that it would be the kind that is too bitter to drink."

Mitsui Tsubasa seemed to have found a soulmate. He chatted with her about desserts for a few minutes, then opened the bottle and took a sip.

"..."

If there weren't two beauties beside him, he would have almost spit out his coffee - this cup of coffee didn't even have sugar!

Chapter 95: Praying for the Death of the Dead (I)

After breakfast, the three of them gathered in Sakura Futaba's room again.

Mitsui Tsubasa picked up his backpack, which was filled with the reorganized necessities.

"Let's go straight into the palace from here."

The two ladies also carefully checked their clothes and were ready.

"Sakura Futaba, Sakura Sojiro's house, grave, destination found, navigating..."

As the navigation started, the scene in front of him began to distort and change. After hearing the destination prompted by the navigation, Takemiya glanced at Sakura Futaba, and a hidden worry surged in his heart.

Treat your home as a tomb?

Suicidal tendencies… This may be a sign of major depression and psychological intervention must be taken as soon as possible.

When their vision became clear again, they were almost unable to open their eyes due to the strong sunlight.

The surrounding environment suddenly became unbearably hot, making people feel dry and thirsty.

"This is actually a desert..." Wu Jianmiao was amazed. She never thought that she would come to such a place for the first time in a different world.

Sakura Futaba seemed unusually silent. She stared at the towering pyramid in front of her with a complicated and gloomy expression.

Suddenly, a bang came from behind, blocking the dazzling sunlight. She turned around quickly and saw Mitsui Tsubasa standing beside her holding an umbrella.

"Go on. Although I don't mind holding an umbrella for you all the time, this is a palace after all. We still have to remain vigilant."

Mitsui Tsubasa said with a smile, handing a parasol to Sakura Futaba. Then he turned to Takemi Miyabi and handed her another umbrella.

Wu Jianmiao took the umbrella, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "You are well prepared."

"Of course, I came here to explore the route ahead of time."

The small sightseeing group circled the pyramid, and Mitsui Tsubasa acted as a tour guide, explaining to them in detail the relevant knowledge and precautions of the temple.

Takemiya looked at Sakura Futaba worriedly from time to time. Since entering the hall, she has become unusually silent.

After completing the initial exploration of the pyramid, Mitsui Tsubasa formulated the next action plan.

It is basically the same as exploring the impression space, except that this time there is Sakura Futaba. Her positioning is similar to the original Takemiya, mainly to find safe cover and avoid battle.

"Let's move forward steadily."

After summarizing, he put his right hand on the hilt of the sword, and immediately found that something was wrong with his equipment.

Why are they still wearing casual clothes? Where's the phantom suit?

Wu Jianmiao also looked at his white coat in confusion and shook his head in confusion.

"Is something wrong?" Sakura Futaba looked at them with a confused expression on her face.

"Nothing, I think I understand."

Mitsui Tsubasa pondered for a moment and roughly understood the reason.

Sakura Futaba already knew the truth about her mother's death and accepted them as companions.

With the affirmation of the "Lord of the Temple", they were no longer seen as invaders and enemies.

There is no need for the Phantom Suit to appear.

However, in this case, do they have to go directly to the deepest part to face Isshiki Wakaba?

"There's one more thing..." Sakura Futaba lowered her head and said in a trembling voice, "I want to join the battle too. I want to take revenge on them with my own hands!"

At the end of her words, she raised her head sharply, her eyes burning with molten anger.

She was extremely emotional and her petite body was shaking constantly.

Seeing this, Takemi Miyabi quickly exchanged a glance with Mitsui Tsubasa, then walked forward and tried to comfort her.

However, at this moment, a shrill scream came from a distant place, and the sound quickly expanded and filled the entire space.

Mitsui Tsubasa looked towards the sky above the pyramid vigilantly, and saw a huge and terrifying figure shuttling through the clouds. It was the distorted form of Isshiki Wakaba!

A pitch-black flame suddenly ignited.

The Phantom Suit reappears.

The situation was urgent. Mitsui Tsubasa jumped forward without hesitation, picked up Sakura Futaba and Takemiya Mio by the waist in each hand, and rushed towards the main gate of the pyramid at full speed.

Sakura Futaba just screamed weakly when she was picked up, but Takemiya seemed quite dissatisfied. She glared at Mitsui Tsubasa angrily and hit his arm hard several times.

Mitsui Tsubasa had no time to care about anything else at the moment. He rushed into the pyramid with all his strength, and then he felt a little relaxed.

It should be safe here for the time being. Fortunately, his physical fitness has been greatly improved in the impression space, otherwise it would be difficult for him to escape with two people in his arms.

"let go……!"

He was so busy catching his breath that he forgot to let go of her hand. Wu Jianmiao struggled to break free from his embrace, staring at him with a slightly red face.

Mitsui Tsubasa glanced at her unhappily and deliberately tightened his arms around her waist, feeling the tight touch.

Wu Jianmiao was caught off guard and let out a cry. Then her face turned even redder and she started to get angry.

Mitsui Tsubasa decided to quit while he was ahead, but still got hit by a pink punch.

"What was that just now?"

Sakura Futaba's voice suddenly interrupted, interrupting the heating atmosphere between the two.

After coming to his senses, Wu Jianmiao hurriedly hid aside and began to tidy up his clothes in a panic.

Mitsui Tsubasa also frowned, hesitating whether he should tell Sakura Futaba the truth.

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in the open space in front of them, like a ghost slowly condensing from nothingness.

She was wearing an Egyptian princess costume and looked exactly like Sakura Futaba.

"That's mom," Shadow Sakura Futaba said calmly, her eyes fixed on the original body's eyes.

Sakura Futaba stared at her in amazement, as if she saw her own shadow.

Is this her shadow self?

They are just like twins.

But... wearing clothes like that is a bit...

She endured it for several seconds before finally suppressing the impolite word.

And she speaks so strangely, that voice...Mom!?

"W-what are you talking about?"

"That's my mother, the one who has been twisted by you and is full of anger and hatred."

Shadow Sakura Futaba spoke in an ethereal tone and expressionlessly.

These words struck Sakura Futaba's heart like a bolt of lightning.

How could her mother, such a gentle and loving person, be twisted like this?

Mitsui Tsubasa looked at Sakura Futaba worriedly, only then he realized that he was still holding her around the waist.

He awkwardly tried to put her down, but she lay there motionless like a doll.

If I let go like this, she would definitely fall straight to the ground.

So, he could only continue to hold her, feeling her light weight and the faint warmth emanating from her body.

Pretending not to notice Takemiya's glare, he turned his gaze to Shadow.

Shadow Sakura Futaba floated gently, her voice echoing in the air.

"In this pyramid, there are still many memories you have forgotten. If you want to find yourself again, you must face those memories. Go all the way up, the top of the tower has the answers you want."

After saying this, her figure gradually faded and was about to disappear into the air.

"Wait!" Sakura Futaba suddenly stretched out her hand and called her, "You...you are my personality mask, right?"

Shadow hesitated for a moment and nodded slightly.

"Then lend me your power. I want revenge myself!"

However, Shadow sneered softly: "Can you really do it? Day and night, praying for your own death, another me..."

Pray for death

Sakura Futaba's heart trembled slightly

Yes, that was what she had hoped for - to atone for her sins with her own death.

Can I, a coward who dares not even step out of my room, really do this...

"Don't run away..."

A voice as cold as ice pierced into my mind.

Sakura Futaba suddenly raised her head and looked in shock at her shadow self who had stood in front of her without her knowing.

"So, you said those words?"

"I said it, and you said it yourself, because... I am you."

Shadow Sakura Futaba held out her hand gracefully, her gorgeous clothing fluttering gently with her movements, the two complementing each other perfectly.