In Your Vulgar Paradise

"Holy Maiden, I need you to marry me."

Klaus Geston, the enemy of god who cultivated more than what was permitted to humans, was the man who brought decline to the church. He proposed to the holy maiden who had lost her usefulness.

"Through this, our Antagon will shed its image as a heretic group,

and the Holy Maiden will be freed."

The moment Azniel recognized in the handsome man with jet-black eyes and brilliant blond hair the image of the skinny, battered boy she had once saved more than ten years ago, there was no reason for her not to take his hand.

A prenuptial contract filled only with terms favorable to her,

a vast mansion, endless gold and jewels, and indulgence beyond measure.

"You will surely become free."

Azniel thought the boy had returned to keep a long-ago promise.

"There is nothing at all that I want from you, Lady."

That was, until she faced a husband who would never let her get close.

"Are you truly saying... that there is nothing you want?"

Everything the perfect husband provided strangled her and drained her away.

And so, after she had fulfilled her last usefulness, Azniel left her husband without a second thought.

There was nothing left for him to gain from this marriage, which had been her salvation in the mire.

And yet, why?

"No matter how dreadful I may be, please stay alive by my side and despise me."

Why was he desperately searching for her, begging her?

"Please, don't tell me I was wrong..."

Kneeling at her feet and weeping bitterly.