Liv Rhodes was an ordinary tutor. Avoiding other people’s gazes, she modeled nude a couple of times to pay for her sick sister’s medicine. She thought there wouldn’t be a problem because she only let the painter draw her back. Up until someone bought her nude painting with her side face revealed. *** “Even if God listens, he will not grant it.” The sarcastic murmur was so small that Liv could barely hear it. “It is humans who have the power to achieve something, Teacher.” The low voice was terrifyingly chill, but at the same time alluring, like a siren’s song. The blue eyes, which had been staring at the statue the whole time, glanced down at Liv. “So pray to me.” The Marquis’ mouth twisted very faintly. This short moment of eye contact with him felt like an eon of time. “Who knows? Maybe a miracle will happen.”