Seamus stared at her blankly.

Yeah, he had crossed the line first, forgetting that Persephone was a pampered heiress from childhood. Which heiress ever had a good temper?

However, during her time in Flinge, he had personally witnessed her change for Morpheus, leaving him feeling quite uneasy.

Seamus silently lowered his head, saying nothing.

Persephone vented her frustrations at him, releasing pent-up emotions. However, upon reflection, a twinge of guilt crept in as she observed his current state.

"Alright, get out and wait for me!" she muttered. "You didn't really want to watch the match anyway. Why suffer? Go outside and get some fresh air!"

Seamus glanced at her and coldly turned away.

As Persephone watched him vanish, a wave of guilt overwhelmed her once more.

Centrolis, the Hamertons, and teenage years spent with Seamus. The other was solely devoted to the figure

resting her forehead against her folded hands and closing her eyes. This

Morpheus' success in the match. She hoped that everything would unfold smoothly for

-

like waves rising one after another, swept through the

heavily tattooed arms as some kind of demonstration. Meanwhile, his pierced lip curled into a

gave him a

diverse backgrounds. Even before the match began,

the heat of the atmosphere, Morpheus remained cold. He silently watched his opponent, aware

though—he had

the towel draped over him, and leaped into the

everything seemed a blur, he

twinged slightly. This would be his last time being this close

the referee announced

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