Fabre in Sacheon’s Tang

After sending the waterspout drifting upstream, Heukjeom swam back toward me, fluttering as if asking for praise.

But I couldn’t immediately respond to his cuteness.

Normally, I’d have rushed over and petted him until he practically left his body from joy, but right now, I was staring in a daze at the waterspout moving slowly upstream.

The rising air currents from the spiraling vortex gently tugged at the hem of my robe, causing it to flutter.

—Thump! Thump!

That’s when it happened.

With Cheongwol’s heavy steps came a sudden darkening of the sky.

I snapped out of it when a familiar patterned shell blocked my vision—Cheongwol’s massive carapace stood protectively in front of me.

Then came his urgent voice in my ear.

—Grrr! 『Danger!』

Danger? What danger?

I tilted my head in confusion.