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
Morpheus clenched his fists as he stared at Persephone's teary face.He thought since he could bear the pain that no regular people could bear on the battlefield and boxing ring, there wouldn't be any pain in the world that could hurt him.Never had he thought there really was.Her tears hurt him so badly.Persephone was shaking, and so was he. However, he had to try his best to hold it in."What makes me think I can't talk to her like that?" Morpheus scoffed. "You'll have to ask her! She insists on lowering herself to make breakfast for a person like me. She kept clinging onto me… It's her fault that I'm doing this to her!""You!" Seamus was furious and threw a punch at him.Morpheus was hurt, so he did not dodge in time and took his punch. He staggered into the chair before falling on the floor.Seamus wanted to keep punching him, but Morpheus struggled to lift his arms, blocking his fist. Just then, his wounds tore significantly, and blood seeped through the gauze!"No!" Pe
The two bodyguards left immediately. Seamus and Persephone were the only ones in the house.Seeing her battered appearance stirred anger and pain within Seamus."We brought a significant amount of ointment from Centrolis." He placed the burn ointment in her hand. "I noticed you burned your arm. I'm unsure if other parts of your body are affected, so I can't assist there. Examine yourself and attend to any injuries. I'll be waiting at the door. Call me when you're finished."Persephone remained motionless, tears streaming from her vacant eyes."Miss!""Why did he do that to me?" She trembled. "He told me he liked me last night!"He's been the one protecting me since I came to Flinge… How did he change so abruptly? Is he no longer protecting me because the breakfast I made sucked?"Tell me why?!"Finally, she cried out loud, wrapping her head around her arms and curling into a ball.Seamus, who had been squatting in front of her, stood up slowly, his eyes revealing a complex mix
Persephone knew this place better than the bodyguards.An inexplicable hesitation gripped the bodyguards when they reached the street, causing them to falter in following her.Persephone seized the chance and made a quick move to lose them. She sprinted toward a convenience store, deftly navigating through a couple of turns until she reached Morpheus' place.There, she encountered Wynn, who appeared in a rush as he descended the stairs."Sephy?" he greeted her with surprise and joy before swiftly becoming alert, pulling her behind him. After a cautious glance around, he whispered, "Nobody is following you, right?""No!" she replied, panting. "How's Morpheus? Did Seamus come?!""Seamus?" Wynn was momentarily stunned, then shook his head. "Seamus didn't come, but Morpheus isn't doing great...""What happened to him?""His old wounds were still healing from the fight with Louis. He barely won the fight. Now, with new wounds on top of the old ones, he..."Persephone rushed toward