Seamus stared at her blankly.

Yeah, he had crossed the line first, forgetting that Persephone was a pampered heiress from childhood. Which heiress ever had a good temper?

However, during her time in Flinge, he had personally witnessed her change for Morpheus, leaving him feeling quite uneasy.

Seamus silently lowered his head, saying nothing.

Persephone vented her frustrations at him, releasing pent-up emotions. However, upon reflection, a twinge of guilt crept in as she observed his current state.

"Alright, get out and wait for me!" she muttered. "You didn't really want to watch the match anyway. Why suffer? Go outside and get some fresh air!"

Seamus glanced at her and coldly turned away.

him vanish, a wave of

Centrolis, the Hamertons, and teenage years spent with

her eyes. This was the way

hoped that everything would unfold smoothly for him henceforth and then... for him to

-

waves rising one after another,

his heavily tattooed arms as some kind of demonstration. Meanwhile, his pierced lip curled into a

gave him

towering stature characteristic of individuals with diverse backgrounds. Even before the match began,

of the atmosphere, Morpheus remained cold. He silently watched his opponent, aware that drugs likely

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