Persephone looked up and nearly burst into tears. “Morpheus…”

“It’s okay.” Morpheus smiled, patting her head. “I’m here. Don’t be afraid.”

Tears streamed down Persephone’s face. She didn’t know how she managed to stand up from that hard, tiny chair. Her whole being felt chaotic, yet she could keenly sense the person beside her, giving her strength and offering reassurance.

“She’s my wife.” Morpheus spoke slowly, his sharp gaze scanning everyone. “We finished dinner, went out for a stroll, happened to be at the dock, and unexpectedly encountered the ship explosion.”

“Is that true?” The officer remained skeptical.

However, the officer who had just entered the room clearly had a higher rank than the one questioning Persephone. Despite his doubts, he didn’t press further.

The officer pondered for a moment, perhaps reluctant, then continued. “Sir, the person in the adjacent room…”

“His name is Seamus Rutherford, my wife’s cousin.” Morpheus’ expression didn’t change. “He’s visiting.”

“Why were you all at the dock?”

same time?” Morpheus smirked, his hand

there a law in Flinge that relatives can’t meet in

“Well…”

we were just out for a walk, there

outside smiled, patting Morpheus’

my friend, and I’ve met his wife,”

exchanged glances, and Morpheus

like a ghost. She felt a chill despite the midsummer

wearing only a tank top, and enveloped her in

Seamus!” Persephone suddenly remembered.

Morpheus’ voice was low. “I spoke to them. They

paused. “You spoke to the

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