Fabre in Sacheon’s Tang

Sensing the strange tension in the air, I quickly stepped in to break the ice with introductions.

Even if things felt a little awkward at first, a proper greeting would smooth things out—at least, that’s what I told myself.

‘Wait, is this even awkward tension? Whatever, just get them to say hi first.’

“Okay, Cheongwol, this is Ranghu—the queen of the Golden-Furred Wasp Kings. Ranghu, this is Cheongwol, a Ten-Thousand-Year Stone Armored Scorpion. She’s one of the new friends I brought back. You’re family now, so say hello to each other.”

“...”

“...”

A silence fell between them.

But Cheongwol was the first to act. She tilted her body slightly in greeting.

Krurrr.

I’d been worried that Ranghu might respond with her usual sharp attitude, but now that Cheongwol had made the first move, I thought things would ease up.

With a bit of relief, I turned to Ranghu—

—but despite Cheongwol’s polite bow, she didn’t respond at all.