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

something he had earned with his

face being tugged. Yet, he wasn't afraid

a fighter's

into his arms, holding him

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

time alone with Morpheus. She carefully tended to his wounds. With the experience from the last time,

letting out a sound. She didn't notice the deep and fiery gaze of the

took a while, but Morpheus uttered hoarsely, "I did

"Hmm?"

you asked.

brought

her tears, saying the same words as he did after his last injury,

his injuries were much more

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

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