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.

it felt like she had been divided into two parts—one tethered to 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

She hoped that everything would

-

shouts, like waves rising one after another, swept through the

onto the ring, and his opponent on the other side flaunted his heavily tattooed arms as some kind of demonstration.

him

with diverse backgrounds. Even before the match began, he strutted around like a wild beast in a

silently watched his opponent,

though—he had taken them,

towel draped over

was deafening. He glanced at the spectators. Though everything seemed a

be his last time

and the referee announced the start of the

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