Fabre in Sacheon’s Tang

I had just resolved to endure any hardship when it happened.

The two of them—flanking me on either side—officially started a full-blown fight.

Their forked tongues flicked out like whips, lashing each other with biting words.

-Shuuu! 『You’re so annoying!』

-Shiii! 『Look who’s talking!』

-Shuuuuu! 『Nine years ago! Remember? I asked you to scoot over on the rock, but you hogged the warm spot all for yourself!』

-Shiii? 『What, nine years ago? Oh! That time? I paid you back eight years ago, didn’t I?!』

-Shuuuuuuu! 『You absolutely did not!』

-Shiii! 『I did! And twelve years ago—remember the rainy day? I asked you to move because the rain was falling on my head, and you didn’t budge either!』

Nine years ago? Twelve? Are they actually digging up grievances from nearly a decade ago?

This wasn’t just a fight between spirit beasts—it was a grudge match of epic memory.

They weren’t just hissing. They were full-on summoning memories like necromancers calling back the dead.