Nobody paid Wynn any mind, but he didn't mind. He continued to speak with a smile. "I heard some noise last night and knew it was you guys returning... So, I bought some food this morning. Sephy, don't you like this kind of noodles?"He linked arms with Persephone and led her to the table."Did you… fight?" He chuckled. "No worries, let's fill our stomachs first. Then we'll have the energy to continue arguing with him!"Persephone was momentarily stunned before she couldn't hold back her laughter.Morpheus silently walked out, followed by the heavy sound of the door closing. Seamus glanced worriedly at Persephone but then received a call and had to leave.As Wynn watched Seamus leave in a hurry, his hand holding a sandwich and coffee suspended in the air awkwardly. He grimaced."Ah... Let's ignore them!" He sat down, coaxing Persephone, "Come, let me mix the noodles for you!""I'm not really hungry." Persephone looked at him.To outsiders, Wynn was a monster they couldn't under
"Wynn...""Morpheus has been kind to me, and I hope for his happiness." Wynn looked at her intently. "And you, you're the only girl in this world who has never looked down on me. I hope... you find even greater happiness than Morpheus."Persephone choked up, unsure of what to say. Wynn seemed to understand her thoughts. He patted her head, letting everything rest unspoken."I've never had a proper romantic relationship." He chuckled bitterly. "But I know love is a beautiful thing. Sephy, you can trust Morpheus."Persephone gazed into the distance thoughtfully. A mist hovered over the sea, shrouding her heart as if she could never see the future clearly.However, Wynn's words had an effect on her.After descending the mountain, she inexplicably found herself at the place where Morpheus practiced boxing.The entrance to the underground arena was tightly shut in broad daylight, guarded by people who were vigilant like watchdogs. In spite of this, they recognized her and knew she wa
"Wow!" Suddenly, a loud voice came from nearby.Morpheus' expression changed, and he instinctively shielded Persephone behind him."A really fine little beauty!" Louis Newnes walked over. "Morpheus, is this your girl?"Morpheus' gaze turned cold with a hint of a killing intent. He was preparing to personally escort Persephone out, but Louis intercepted them."With such a good-looking young lady, you're not even willing to share? We may be opponents in the ring, but aren't we brothers outside?"Morpheus snorted, spitting out two words sharply, "Fuck off!"Louis immediately turned fierce. A war between both men was imminent.Persephone gripped Morpheus' arm, carefully observing the arrogant man.He had golden hair, well-defined features, and was muscular like a Roman soldier. To Persephone, Morpheus was already strong, yet this foreigner seemed equally powerful.The two men faced each other like two lions, about to engage in a life-or-death struggle.Louis sneered, speaking cho
Then she turned her gaze towards Morpheus. "It means if he wins, you have to let me sleep with him!"Morpheus' stare at Louis turned fierce as he clenched his fists.Persephone's small hand gently covered his arm."Don't you want to know what I said?" She chuckled. "I gave him just two words—go die."Morpheus was stunned, meeting her playful gaze.He was surprised that she understood Latiumo.Immediately, Persephone spoke fluent Latiumo to Louis. "Although I don't know where you're from, I understand your language. Don't think of humiliating my husband or trying anything with me! Sleeping with you is impossible because, in a while, my husband will tear your bones apart in the ring and mail them to your mom!"After that, she loudly interpreted for everyone present.The fighters laughed uproariously.Morpheus was surprised yet slightly moved. He pulled Persephone into his arms, patting her head.Only Louis became furious, veins popping on his neck. He roared and threw a punch a
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.Persephone's heart jolted. She had heard him say that this kind of medal represented the highest honor in the underground arena.This was something he had earned with his life.Morpheus smiled, though he was in pain from the wounds on his face being tugged. Yet, he wasn't afraid of the pain. He feared her t
The surreal sensation made Persephone feel like she was floating in the clouds. She felt a bit shy but couldn't bring herself to refuse.Morpheus' kiss was intense and fervent as if he wanted to pour all his passion into that one kiss. He wished to transform that moment into eternity."I like you," he murmured against her lips, his voice husky. "Sephy, don't leave me..."Persephone instinctively nodded along. She was engulfed in heat, every cell in her body ablaze, every inch of her skin ignited by him.-At night, Morpheus found himself on that battlefield again in his dreams.It was a scene of devastation, bloodshed everywhere, much like the fight with Louis in the ring today. He trod upon the bloodstains and gradually moved forward, even doubting if this was a dream or reality.He kept calling out those names, those who had fought alongside him, yet they all turned into wisps of smoke, fleeting past him."You'll never find them!" Suddenly, a deep voice echoed from above.Mo
Persephone awoke early the following morning, engaging in the kitchen despite her nearly non-existent culinary skills. The art of self-sufficiency had only become a part of her repertoire since her arrival.Previously reluctant, she now enthusiastically approached the task, humming as she cooked. With a tablet perched on the windowsill, she meticulously flipped through images, faithfully following the recipe steps. An instinctive smile graced her face throughout the cooking process.Her motivation? Morpheus.Each meal she prepared was an expression of her affection for him.The fried egg bore the evidence of a slight mishap—she hadn't mastered the intricacies of frying. The milk flirted with boiling over. Yet, imperfections aside, she believed that her kitchen prowess would blossom with continued effort.After all, wasn't it said that the way to a man's heart was through his stomach?Grinning like a fool, she panickedly turned off the gas as the pan sizzled.A knock on the doo
“You…"Persephone's face drained of color, fueled by anger. The hand gripping the pan trembled with intensity.Seamus took several deep breaths in an attempt to regain composure. His gaze shifted to Persephone, and he forcefully seized the pan from her grasp, removing her apron before pushing her aside.Persephone couldn't recall him ever acting so boldly before!"Step aside!" he bellowed. "I'll cook whatever he wants!""Seamus—"Seamus glared at her sternly. "I'll serve him, alright? Just hoping he'll let you go and cease his enchantments!"Unexpectedly, Morpheus' deep voice echoed. "I'm a humble man. I can't afford to be served." Persephone stood stunned. After sleeping, he had somewhat recovered, but his face still looked pale. Some of his wounds had reopened, staining the gauze crimson.Persephone searched for the first aid kit, but she stopped as he grabbed her.Morpheus' demeanor was frigid, a stark contrast to the man who had embraced and kissed her the previous night