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.

jolted. She had heard him say that this kind of medal represented

he had earned with his

face being tugged. Yet, he wasn't

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

herself into his

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

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

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

but Morpheus uttered hoarsely,

"Hmm?"

asked. I said I'd

were brought forth by his

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

his injuries were much more severe

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

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