Persephone looked up and nearly burst into tears. "Morpheus..."

"It's okay." Morpheus smiled, patting her head. "I'm here. Don't be afraid."

Tears streamed down Persephone's face. She didn't know how she managed to stand up from that hard, tiny chair. Her whole being felt chaotic, yet she could keenly sense the person beside her, giving her strength and offering reassurance.

"She's my wife." Morpheus spoke slowly, his sharp gaze scanning everyone. "We finished dinner, went out for a stroll, happened to be at the dock, and unexpectedly encountered the ship explosion."

"Is that true?" The officer remained skeptical.

However, the officer who had just entered the room clearly had a higher rank than the one questioning Persephone. Despite his doubts, he didn't press further.

The officer pondered for a moment, perhaps reluctant, then continued. "Sir, the person in the adjacent room..."

"His name is Seamus Rutherford, my wife's cousin." Morpheus' expression didn't change. "He's visiting."

all at

Morpheus smirked, his hand resting

law in Flinge that relatives can't meet in

"Well..."

a coincidence. We have no connection to that ship," Morpheus asserted. "And since we were just out for a walk, there was no need to carry identification. If you need it, we can go back

officer outside smiled, patting Morpheus' shoulder. Their eyes

I've met his wife," the officer addressed the others.

exchanged glances, and Morpheus

ship's explosion haunted her like a ghost. She felt a chill despite the midsummer heat, shivering several

to drape it over her, wearing only a tank

Persephone suddenly

low. "I spoke to

Persephone paused. "You spoke

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