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 of

he had earned with

was in pain from the wounds on his face being tugged. Yet, he wasn't afraid of the pain. He feared

around her neck. Like a referee raising a fighter's hand to declare victory, he raised Persephone's

his arms,

them seemed to reach the skies, yet all she wanted was to remain on a

a while, everyone left, and Persephone finally had time alone with Morpheus. She carefully tended to his wounds. With the experience from the

silently while tending to his wounds, not letting out a sound. She didn't

took a while, but

"Hmm?"

asked. I said I'd

just-dried tears were brought forth by his

the same words as he did after his last injury, "It doesn't hurt

were much more severe

were only minor surface wounds, but his opponent this time was

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