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.

him say that this kind of medal represented the highest

something he had earned with his

he was in pain from the wounds on his face being tugged.

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

into his arms,

them seemed to reach the skies, yet all she wanted

She carefully tended to his wounds. With the experience from the last time, she was more skilled

wounds, not letting out a sound. She

took a while, but Morpheus uttered hoarsely,

"Hmm?"

what you asked. I said

just-dried tears were brought

cry, don't cry!" He hurriedly wiped her tears, saying the same words as he

time, however, his injuries were much

wounds, but his opponent this time was

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