Fabre in Sacheon’s Tang

—Slurp. Slurp.

A cold, sticky sensation on my face jolted me awake.

Something thick and viscous was dripping down from my right eyebrow, trailing down my cheek and onto my chest.

When I opened my eyes, my vision on the right side was blurry, obscured by the sticky liquid.

Instead, I widened my left eye and saw a massive pink shape moving toward my face.

—Splat.

Before I could fully regain my senses, a soft pink mass smacked against my face.

Then, a familiar chirping sound filled my ears, followed by a languid voice I had never heard before.

—Peep... 『Food...』

‘So this is Hyang’s voice.’

As expected of Hyang—the first thing she ever said to me was food.

She must have woken up before me, licking my face and pestering me for a meal.