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

in pain from the wounds on his face

a fighter's hand to declare victory, he raised Persephone's hand, letting out a primal

threw herself into his arms, holding

all she wanted was

tended to his wounds.

not letting out a sound. She

while, but Morpheus uttered hoarsely,

"Hmm?"

you asked.

brought

cry!" He hurriedly wiped her tears, saying the same words as he did after his last injury, "It

injuries were much more severe than

wounds, but his opponent this time was Louis, the man who could kill someone with just three

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