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.

heard him say that this kind of medal

he had

face being tugged. Yet,

around her neck. Like a referee raising a fighter's hand to declare

into his arms, holding him

skies, yet all she wanted was to

time alone with Morpheus. She carefully tended to

not letting out a sound. She

It took a while, but Morpheus uttered hoarsely,

"Hmm?"

did what you asked.

just-dried tears were brought forth by

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

were much

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

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