May My Misfortune Be Your Salvation

In the Empire’s high society, there was a woman known as the “Corpse-like Young Lady”—Eveline Roa.

She possessed the ability to swallow the pain of others in their place. But her own father treated her as nothing more than a tool, leaving her trapped in a life of violence and darkness.

On the night she was being sold to Viscount Visconti, she encountered a man at a banquet.

Kailus Demian, the “Mad Dog of the Empire,” who had conquered the North.

He was a man condemned to live in excruciating agony, having inherited a thousand-year-old curse. Yet Eveline could hear the silent scream within him—one that no one else had ever noticed.

“Buy me.”

That was the bargain she forced out through bloodied lips, staking her very life on it.

“I’ll take that hellish pain of yours away from you.”

And so, Eveline became the Grand Duchess of the North.

She believed she had no right even to mourn her own life as it slowly crumbled away, for she was merely a tool meant to swallow his pain.

“You are not a tool.”

The man who had once been nothing but cold and cruel began, at some point, to linger by her side.

He draped his coat over her in the rain, drank poison meant for her, and even sacrificed years of his own life to protect her.

But Eveline knew.

She knew that her heart was slowly being burned black from purifying his mana.

She knew that she had only a handful of days left to live—so few that she could count them on her fingers.

“I can only breathe freely once I’ve seen with my own eyes that you are breathing safely.”

Two people who were willing to sacrifice everything they had for each other, each trying to save the other.

They met through the most miserable misfortune imaginable.

But in the end, can they become each other’s most desperate salvation?