Fabre in Sacheon’s Tang

—Ssshhhhh.

Before we left the village where the Blood-Blossom Dream Illusion Butterfly had put everyone to sleep, the weather had been alternating between gloomy and clear for several days.

Humidity was high, and frogs croaked around the clock.

But no rain had fallen.

Since the Central Plains are vast, it was pretty common for it to rain in the next town over while staying dry where you stood.

So I just figured it must be raining somewhere nearby.

But about two days after setting out with the kids, rain started falling overhead.

No—more like we’d stepped into a region where the rain had already begun.

—Ssshhh.

“It was clear when we left this morning.”

Back when we ate breakfast at the inn and hit the road, it didn’t look like it was going to rain at all.

At first, it just sprinkled a bit—but then the drops grew thicker and heavier.