Fabre in Sacheon’s Tang

—Crash!

“What the—? I could maybe accept turning silver with poison, but making locusts?”

“Are you being serious right now!?”

The two men shot up from their seats at the same time, chairs clattering and toppling behind them.

Their shock was so intense I instinctively shrank back a bit.

“Well... it’s not that difficult, really...”

As I mumbled, a new expression spread across their faces—one I hadn’t seen before.

It wasn’t just disbelief or awe this time. There was fear.

I gulped without realizing it.

This was different. Even when I’d shown them silver-plating or caught spirit beasts, they’d never looked at me like this.

This was the most extreme reaction I’d ever gotten.

‘Wait... why? What’s going on—ah!’