The Pure-Hearted Lord: My Saintess Wife Always Wants to Dominate Me

Three years ago, during the decisive battle between Seth, lord of the Western Territory, and the Goblin King, a dragon lance pierced the king's skull, while abyssal magic blasted through Seth's chest.

His soul fell into endless darkness, and his body was sealed in a crystal coffin in the White Tower of the Western Territory.

Everyone says the lord of the Western Territory is well and truly dead. Only one person refuses to believe it.

Her name is Lilian, the Church's Saintess and his fiancée.

When she was sent to marry him at fifteen, she curled up in the carriage and cried, too frightened to even look at him.

But now

Every night, she climbs into his coffin.

Her silver hair spills loose, and her violet eyes tremble with tears in the moonlight.

In the most intimate way, she breathes life into his cold body.

For three years, each time has burned away some of her lifespan.

Seth died at eighteen, before he had even held a woman's hand.

He has struggled in the darkness for three years, and at last he is close to waking.

Because if he doesn't wake soon

Thirty-two lords will break through the Western Territory and cut out his heart.

And she will be thrown into the Tower of Atonement, a hell for women.