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.

this kind of medal represented the highest honor

had earned

face being tugged. Yet, he wasn't

a fighter's hand to declare

into his arms, holding

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

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

silently while tending to his wounds, not letting out a sound. She

took a while, but Morpheus uttered hoarsely, "I

"Hmm?"

did what you asked. I

brought

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

his injuries were much more severe than

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

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