Seamus was utterly shocked.

Morpheus glanced at him with a slight triumphant smirk.

“Flinge is hot and humid,” he casually remarked. “Having some cold beer relieves fatigue.”

Seamus blinked, then watched as Persephone poured beer into a glass and drank it like it was a regular beverage.

Morpheus chuckled, almost talking to himself, yet with a calculated intent. “Sephy, you really like this, right?”

Persephone agreed cheerily, “Yeah!

“Seamus, you should try it too.” She offered him a can. “I’ve never had this kind of drink before, but it’s surprisingly good!”

Seamus smiled and shook his head. As a bodyguard, he needed to remain alert at all times.

“Sephy, perhaps… you should take it easy,” he advised.

“It’s fine!”

else’s home,” Seamus

you worried that she might get drunk and something could happen?” Morpheus cut in directly with a faint smile. “She’s been staying with me all this while and

stir-fried beef toward Persephone. “Besides, she seems to really enjoy

soured, and Persephone sensed something amiss about Morpheus beside her. He was smiling, but the darkness in his gaze grew deeper. He had even intentionally slid his chair closer

for three people to sit separately, now appeared as if Persephone and Morpheus were sitting

felt like laughing. She felt a sense of helplessness when she noticed Seamus’ cutlery pausing in

on the door. Wynn’s timely arrival made the already awkward atmosphere even more

linking


period in Flinge, he felt that everything was not as abnormal as it seemed. He blamed himself for

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