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!”

in someone else’s home,”

with a faint smile. “She’s been staying with

a plate of stir-fried beef toward Persephone. “Besides, she seems to really enjoy the

Morpheus beside her. He was smiling, but the darkness in his gaze grew deeper. He had

set for three people to sit separately, now appeared as if Persephone

felt a sense of helplessness when she noticed Seamus’

there was a knock on the door. Wynn’s timely arrival made the already awkward atmosphere even more

affectionately linking arms


experiences during this period in Flinge, he felt that everything was not as abnormal as it seemed. He blamed himself for not protecting her

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