In Your Vulgar Paradise

“Saint, you must marry me.” Klaus Geshturn, God’s adversary who sought more than what was permitted to humans. He proposed to the fallen saint who had become useless, bringing about the decline of the religious order. “Through this, our Antagon will shed the image of a heretic, and you, Saint, will be free.” The moment Azniel, who had once rescued a wounded, emaciated boy with jet-black eyes and radiant blond hair a decade ago, saw him in the handsome man before her, there was no way she could resist taking his hand. A prenuptial agreement filled only with favorable terms for her, a grand mansion, inexhaustible wealth in gold and treasures, and excessive generosity. ‘You will surely bec...