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.

She had heard him say that this kind of medal represented the highest honor in

had earned

face being tugged. Yet, he wasn't afraid of

Like a referee raising a fighter's hand to declare victory, he raised Persephone's hand, letting out

herself into his arms,

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

She carefully tended to his wounds. With the experience from the

his wounds, not letting out a sound. She

a while, but

"Hmm?"

you asked.

just-dried tears were brought forth by

don't cry!" He hurriedly wiped her tears, saying the same words as he did after his last injury, "It doesn't

his injuries were much more

surface wounds, but his opponent this time was Louis, the man who

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