Atonement for Your Cruelty [Novel]

One night, Oscar picked up the key to the safe he had once searched for so desperately. The one who brought him the key and became a living key herself was a woman who had nothing ordinary about her. Her tearful eyes, her naïve, clueless behavior, even her name and appearance. There was something about her that irritated him. He disliked even having to think about how to describe that irritation. So he tried to set her aside for a while, somewhere out of sight. “I… want to stay by your side, my lord.” It was too laughable to be sincere, and far too pitiful to be called temptation. So if his body responded to that, he must have been an idiot beyond doubt. No matter how much he insulted her, the woman kept coming to him. On that small, soft palm with no sign of calluses, Oscar von Reichenhardt was the one being toyed with. So, I will have to hold you accountable. You, who were never sincere with me, not even for a single moment. Until the very end… You, who even hid your name from me, I will hold you accountable in the cruelest way.