Fabre in Sacheon’s Tang

"〈Can you do a spin for me?〉"

When I asked with my mind, the centipede perched on my finger crawled across my hand in a circle.

Then it climbed back onto my palm and twitched its antennae, as if to ask, "Was that okay?"

I patted its head and gently placed it on the ground, smiling as I spoke to it mentally again.

〈You can all go back now. Thanks for coming.〉

And with that, the centipedes that had gathered around me began to scatter in all directions.

They quickly disappeared back into their homes—between cracks in walls, beneath fences, into crevices where they'd originally come from.

“Ugh, the whole place smells like centipedes.”

As they dispersed, that distinct centipede scent filled the air.

My spirit beasts didn’t emit it, but now that the wild ones had left, the lingering centipede odor remained strong.

Seol sister wrinkled her nose at the smell, clearly sensitive to it, but to me—it felt like perfume.

Because I could feel the pheromones of happiness in it.