"Are you praising my looks?" Persephone asked.

Morpheus remained silent and just ruffled her hair gently.

"But I'm your wife, right? How could she let a married woman..."

"These things are common here," Morpheus said casually. "Husbands accumulate gambling debts, and wives sell themselves to pay them off. It's a routine occurrence."

"But didn't you say you'd protect me?"

"That was under the premise that I'm alive." His voice grew deeper, his expression more serious. "But in those lawless underground rings, anything can happen. Everyone signs a life-or-death contract. Even death in those fights is deemed deserved!"

Persephone halted, staring at him blankly.

Morpheus paused when he noticed the coldness and tremors in her hand. Her pretty face paled with fear, too.

He frowned slightly and pulled her into his arms. He alertly scanned around, then led her to blend into the crowd swiftly with their heads down.

Persephone's voice

He remained composed. "Rest assured. Before anything like that happens, I'll find a way to get you

man of his word and was glad he was concerned. Perhaps soon, she would safely return to Centrolis. Yet, she felt unexpectedly sorrowful when he

to her world while he would remain in this indulgent place. They would become two

had never met him, she wouldn't have felt

Morpheus raised his

back to attention, meeting

you hear what

"W-What?"

you to make calls for

realizing. "Oh, so the previous times we went out

did you leave the

froze, unsure how

or Wynn. We checked the time beforehand!" Morpheus poked her head. "How could we let those people track us

drive me to despair

look, being poked by

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