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 in

had earned with

pain from the wounds on his face being tugged. Yet, he

Like a referee raising a fighter's

into his arms, holding him

yet all she wanted was to remain on

Persephone finally had time alone with Morpheus. She carefully tended to his wounds. With the experience

letting out a sound. She

a while, but

"Hmm?"

asked. I said

brought forth by his

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

were much more

surface wounds, but his opponent this time was Louis,

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