Persephone didn't know when the match that day had ended.

Her mind was a blank slate. When she finally came to, the cheers had turned into applause. No one had noticed her before, but now, all eyes were casting envious glances her way.

She didn't understand what had happened.

All she cared about was whether Morpheus was alive.

But... where did the person who had just collapsed on the ring go?

As if in a dream, Persephone abruptly opened her eyes to find Morpheus standing right in front of her.

He was covered in injuries all over his body and face, but she found a hint of reality in his warm and steadfast smile.

"Morpheus..."

"This is for you." He held a medal in his hand.

jolted. She had heard him say that this kind

something he had earned with

was in pain from the wounds on his face

a referee raising a fighter's hand to declare victory,

herself into his arms, holding

excited voices around them seemed to reach the skies, yet all she wanted was to remain on a solitary island

with Morpheus. She carefully tended to

out a sound. She didn't notice the deep and fiery gaze of the man

a while, but Morpheus

"Hmm?"

asked. I said I'd

tears were brought

the same words as he did after his last injury, "It

injuries were much more severe than

surface wounds, but his opponent this time was Louis,

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