He had a vague, unsettling premonition.
As a wanted criminal on the Imperial Blacklist, ranked a "mere" ninety-seven, he was naturally not one of the particularly strong ones.
The reason he had been able to roam free until today, despite being hunted by Bounty Hunters and the Inquisition, was due to his extreme caution and keen nose for danger.
And right now, he smelled the scent of unease.
Because of this delay, the front line of Black Corpses was almost in his face, and the other two Skeleton Corps approaching from the flanks had already closed in.
Furthermore, the two swift units of Skeleton Cavalry had already circled around behind him, looking as if they were about to complete their encirclement.
It was obvious.
Those three young nobles weren't just defending themselves. They were… preparing to hunt him down!
At this thought, the Scarlet Harvester instantly felt humiliated.
