They always managed to appear in the least expected places.
The supply convoy had changed routes, yet it was ambushed just before the torrential rain...
All actions went against intuition.
They didn't seize the nearest target, didn't chase the routed soldiers, didn't expand their victories, but instead, repeatedly avoided the most rational choices.
It was as if someone already knew what he would think.
It felt like someone was standing behind Kael, watching him give orders, only to take the opposite step.
If it had happened just once, Kael could have chalked it up to luck.
But when such things kept happening, when all coincidences pointed in the same direction.
There was only one explanation left.
The castle had long been infiltrated like a sieve.
Scouts, quartermasters, nobility, even those old retainers whose names he could call out, all could have sent the information out.
Otherwise, how could Red Tide possibly know where he hid the grain?
