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Somewhere, the sound of bells seemed to echo faintly. It was as if a bell were tolling for his life.

Reading the proclamation the women brought, Yor felt his mind go blank. It wasn’t that he hadn’t thought about this possibility. From the moment his identity was exposed due to Dantalion—or perhaps even from the moment he’d started living in this forest—he’d known this day might come.

He’d always harbored a vague sense that one day, the knights might come for him, put a blade to his neck, and return to the city holding his severed head high. They’d boast before the crowds, claiming they’d finally exterminated the monster the Empire had failed to capture thirteen years ago, restoring stability and peace once again.

As a child, he’d sometimes scared himself with such grim imaginings. The knights were far more concrete and menacing a threat than anything lurking in the depths of the forest or any monster that occasionally wandered down from above.

Now, this threat, once confined to his nightmares, had materialized, and in a more devastating form than he’d imagined. His head now carried a total bounty of one hundred million gold. This wasn’t merely the knights who’d come after him—now, the Otherworlders were almost certain to join the hunt.

It wasn’t just a possibility—it was practically guaranteed.

Unlike when he was young, his hands didn’t tremble from fear. Perhaps it was because he hadn’t yet fully processed it. One thing, however, was clear: his ordinary days had come to an end.

“Yor, are you okay?”

“Your face looks really pale…”

Lost in thought, he hadn’t realized his distress was visible. He saw their worried expressions and forced a reassuring tone.

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