Persephone glanced at Seamus, who was still wrapped in bandages."Go back to rest. You are still injured and can't stand for too long," she softly said.Seamus gazed into the distance and remained silent for a moment before smiling faintly. "Miss, am I useless?""What are you saying?!""I can't even protect you..."A sense of guilt crawled over Persephone's heart like ivy on a wall."Don't be like this." She looked at him. "If not for you this time, I wouldn't know what terrible things might have happened... Seamus, thankfully, you're by my side.""Really?" Seamus turned around.Perhaps due to the lighting, Persephone had the feeling that Seamus looked even gloomier, like thick dark clouds on the horizon. There was an indescribable sense of oppression."If you had to choose between me and Morpheus, who would you choose?"Persephone was taken aback, her hands subconsciously fiddling with her dress."I'm sorry. I said the wrong thing again." Seamus forced a smile. "Morpheus is
"That's impossible!" Wynn was agitated. "Seamus, how could you suspect me?! I..."That day, Morpheus got hurt, and Sephy wasn't with him. He almost lost his life! I was busy taking care of him. How could I have the time and energy to plot against you guys? Besides..."Wynn was incoherent, both angry and aggrieved. "Besides, I don't understand what you mean by an update! What kind of update am I supposedly communicating to Sephy? What information am I passing on?"Wynn felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, and his voice trembled as he fought back tears. He had come to the meeting today with great excitement, thinking that someone like him didn't deserve much, but just seeing Seamus was good enough... Yet it was all his wishful thinking.Seamus doubted and questioned him right from the start, not giving him any chance to breathe."I don't understand what you're saying," Wynn said as he calmed down. "But anyway, I haven't done anything you're accusing me of!""Okay, don't be
Although Wynn didn't know exactly who Persephone was, he could tell she was a girl her family had cherished since birth. Now that she was unable to return home and amidst the chaos in Flinge, she must be feeling very scared. Then there was Morpheus... Even though his life was saved, he had been lying in bed for over half a month, barely conscious.When he wasn't clear-headed, he would call out Persephone's name. When he was lucid, he would stare blankly at the ceiling, perhaps thinking about Persephone.If only they could meet...Seamus suddenly spoke up. "By the way, Wynn, how is Morpheus doing?"Wynn paused for a moment before honestly replying, "Not too good. That match was an accident. The thing he took before the match... Anyway, he was schemed against. I suspect it was Fat Jim... But who knows? These things are hard to say."Seamus narrowed his eyes, lifted the glass in front of him, and downed its content."Morpheus is severely injured. He's just holding on to life right
Persephone carefully reflected on everything that had happened since arriving in Flinge.On her very first day here, she got separated from everyone. She was blindfolded and taken to the most infamous red-light district, to an underground arena, and eventually, ended up before Morpheus.What would her fate have been if she hadn't encountered Morpheus in the beginning?The night she first planned to return to Centrolis, the boat exploded. The second time, if it hadn't been for that little girl who brought her the rose, she couldn't even imagine what she would be facing.Could all of this really be explained away as mere coincidences?Besides catching a whiff of medicinal scent, Persephone found nothing in Seamus' room. Instead, the two bodyguards had been looking at her in puzzlement.She got up and nonchalantly walked out, but not before giving the two a warning glance."Miss, you—""What? Do I need to report to you about searching Seamus' belongings?"The two immediately lowe
"Miss." Catherine smiled. "Let me handle it, alright?"She released Persephone's hand, gesturing for her to step aside, and began taking out the medicine packets from the cabinet.Persephone stood by to watch silently, her heart beating faster and faster.She felt like Catherine was counting something.After a while, Catherine murmured to herself, "Why are these medicine packets… missing some?""What?" Persephone was stunned. "What's missing?""The quantity is short," Catherine said. She placed her hands on her hips and exhaled. "Miss, look, I remember clearly. There were 25 packs yesterday, but there are only 17 today. How could Mr. Rutherford possibly consume eight doses in a day?"Moreover..." Catherine paused, lowering her voice. "Except for the first time I brought back and prepared a pack, Mr. Rutherford hasn't had any since then.""Huh?" Persephone was shocked. "H-How do you know? Don't you prepare medicine for him every day?""I do prepare it, but he doesn't take it."
When Seamus returned, he noticed someone had tampered with his room. His expression changed instantly, and he turned sharply toward the other two bodyguards and erupted in anger. The two were scolded so harshly that they stood still with their heads lowered, afraid to speak.As he calmed down, he suddenly spotted Persephone standing at the door. Seeing her cold demeanor and the smirk on her face—a smile that echoed the air of superiority ingrained in the Hamerton genes—his heart jolted.He restrained his temper and respectfully addressed her, "Miss.""That was quite a forceful call. Seems like your injury is almost healed, right?" Persephone's calm voice was cryptic. "Since you're recovered, let's go back to Centrolis. Give me your phone. I'll call my parents to send someone to pick us up.""Miss..." Seamus gestured, asking the other two to leave first. He sat beside Persephone but moved on the nearby carpet after some thought.Looking up at her, he said, "Miss, don't trouble th
Persephone knew Seamus would think she was throwing a tantrum, something that had happened countless times before. Whenever she got upset with him, she would turn and run, and he would come to appease her. Judging from the earlier situation, however, Seamus probably wouldn't chase after her this time. He thought he could control her in Flinge.Persephone dashed out of the community gate and waited nearby for a while to confirm that Seamus wasn't following her. Then, she retrieved a cap and a coat hidden in the bushes, changed into them, and quietly slipped away through another path.Following her memory, she arrived at the small, secluded convenience store.The store owner was still the old man sitting quietly at the shop's entrance. The only difference between George and a statue was his sharp-eyed gaze.When he saw Persephone, his eyes widened. As if a sealed spirit had been released, he slowly stood up. "It's you?"Persephone stood not far away, panting from her sprint, unabl
Seamus' roar jolted Fat Jim.He felt fortunate they were communicating over the phone. He firmly believed Seamus would have no qualms shooting him dead if they were face to face."Calm down, Mr. Seamus," he said, falling into a momentary silence before taking a deep breath. "After all, didn't you bring this upon yourself?""What did you say?" Seamus gnashed his teeth."I've never seen anyone failing to win a woman's heart so hard!" Fat Jim remarked."Shut up!" Seamus bellowed, smashing his phone against the wall.The other two bodyguards exchanged glances before retreating carefully, closing the door.Despite not being a smoker, Seamus lit a cigarette and took a long puff as he found himself alone in the house.Memories played in his head.In Centrolis, at the Hamertons, no matter where they were, Persephone had always been his most loyal knight.However, he understood the gap in their status. He was destined to look up to her and protect her from beneath, never standing shou