Chapter 1966

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