The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 104

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Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Episode 104
“How would I go about meeting someone named Harp?”
“After losing his handler, Harp retired from all hunter positions and entered the Research Institute, where he’s been staying.”
“The Research Institute?”
“The Hunter Talent Development Research Institute, I think—anyway, there’s supposedly a place that researches both hunter skills and handlers simultaneously. I don’t know the details. Please don’t give me that look like we both just heard the name Harp for the first time.”
Sung Ji-wook shook his head as if to say he didn’t know the specifics either.
Of course, I knew what kind of person he was. I’d only seen him once in Sung Ji-wook’s file, but that was enough.
“We’ve gone on dungeon raids together a few times.”
Jung Hwan-jae, having been active as a hunter for so long, had a look in his eyes that suggested he knew something about Harp as well.
But there was something unsettling shadowing his expression.
Had something happened with Harp? Jung Hwan-jae quickly resolved my question.
“The last dungeon raid I did with Harp was a large-scale raid….”
“Right, that’s when the Guild Master went in with us and the handler died.”
“I was dealing with the boss at the time, so I didn’t see the details clearly, but it felt like an accident.”
According to the records from that time, they definitely lost the handler in what was classified as an accident. That’s what Jung Hwan-jae said too.
“Of course, if So Yi-yoon had blocked the attack right then, the accident might not have happened.”
“When an attack suddenly comes at you, people instinctively dodge. You only block if you’re confident you can handle it.”
I agreed with that.
There were cases where I reflexively shielded others, but usually that was because I harbored doubts about whether I could actually pull it off.
The attack fell toward Harp and So Yi-yoon, and Harp, having taken damage, couldn’t easily escape the area.
Jung Hwan-jae shook his head as if that was all there was to it.
“That’s what I remember so far, but who knows what the actual details might reveal.”
“Exactly. Especially if that person has a memory-related skill….”
From Jung Hwan-jae’s position, he was locked in a one-on-one battle with the boss, so what happened wasn’t due to a memory skill affecting him.
In the end, unless I met Harp directly and confirmed things myself, verifying the truth would be impossible.
“I need to go see him. Do I need various qualifications to enter the Research Institute?”
“I understand you can’t just walk in without doing anything. You need to arrange preliminary procedures or set up a meeting.”
“Besides, Harp isn’t exactly a hunter with a great personality.”
It was Sung Ji-wook who added that last part.
He scratched the back of his head, uncertain whether someone so meticulous and cold to both others and himself would even agree to a conversation.
But if it couldn’t be done, I would kneel before him and wait if necessary. I had to find out.
Wasn’t it suspicious?
So Yi-yoon had been present there, yes, but it was supposed to be an accident. Yet now that I’d discovered the connection between him and the handler-killer guild, I couldn’t dismiss everything as coincidence.
There was one concern, though.
“I heard that accident happened last year.”
“Yeah.”
“Over a year has passed—would there still be traces of skill usage on his body? It seems difficult unless the skill is still active.”
“There could be traces, or there might not be.”
It apparently depends on how much of a mark each person leaves behind when using skills.
In fact, Sung Mi-ju leaves distinctive marks only she can recognize whenever she uses her skills, so catching her doesn’t require any special preparation—it’s similar logic.
The bond between the two siblings didn’t quite feel like a typical brother-sister relationship, yet they clung to each other with remarkable intimacy.
“Then I’ll contact the Research Institute first.”
“Request a separate meeting under the identity of Rank 1, not as the Hanttae Guild Master.”
When I suddenly interjected and gave the order to Jung Hwan-jae, a flicker of surprise crossed his face.
If we let him speak as Guild Master, people would naturally draw connections to Hanttae.
There’s a difference in weight between visiting as someone representing Hanttae—which holds both Rank 1 positions—and visiting simply as a ranker.
Our appearance alone would already become an issue; there’s no need to drag Hanttae into it as well.
If Hanttae gets involved, people will dig deeper trying to uncover what happened, but that’s the opposite of what I want.
“Yes, understood.”
Sung Ji-wook alternated his gaze between me and Jung Hwan-jae, then let out another anguished cry.
“I hate getting tangled up in things like this more than anything in the world… and don’t look at me like a drowned puppy, both of you.”
“But we really are putting you through trouble, aren’t we…”
“If you’re having a hard time, even now…”
“I’ll do it! I’ll do it! Ugh, come on!”

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Something flew toward Sung Ji-wook’s head as he lay wilted and exhausted in the Break Room inside Hanttae.
Without even turning around, I caught it and lifted my head. At times like this, it was obvious who would suddenly show up and talk to me.
My sister.
“Heard from Yeom Ye-ah that you’re going to the Research Institute.”
“Yeah.”
“You’ll probably see Harp there—you okay with that?”
“What’s not to be okay with?”
There was nothing particularly serious between the two of us.
It was just that Sung Ji-wook had consistently won in ranking battles, and we happened to run into each other fairly often in dungeons.
Really, that was all, and we’d never formed a bad relationship.
“No, I’m asking because your personality is so terrible that you’ll definitely rub Harp the wrong way.”
“Hey!”
“Hey?”
Sung Mi-ju smacked Sung Ji-wook on the head with a loud thwack.
The punch, infused with terrifying strength, made my vision spin momentarily.
There probably weren’t many sisters in the world who tormented their younger brothers this much, but there certainly wasn’t another sister like Sung Mi-ju who tormented Sung Ji-wook to this extent.
Sung Mi-ju opened the can she’d thrown at Sung Ji-wook—who was now protesting while clutching the back of his head, asking why she always hit him there—and handed it to him with a shrug.
“That person’s overall ranking kept climbing steadily, but if it hadn’t been for that one thing that day, couldn’t we have brought them into Hanttae?”
“Probably.”
If Jung Hwan-jae had said he was bringing Harp to Hanttae, I wouldn’t have stepped forward to object like Hwa-jon or Yeom Ye-ah did.
There were some personality issues, but I figured if we just got assigned to different teams, it would be fine.
But after their handler suddenly died, everything became distant.
‘Without a handler, I cannot use my skills freely. I’m retiring. Instead, I’ll find what I can do for hunters.’
Leaving behind such a cool statement, they retired from active duty entirely. Of course, whether to maintain hunter status or not is a personal choice, but many people sighed at that fact.
“Using a tracking skill on her feels a bit ridiculous to me.”
“I feel the same way. It felt like showing off in front of a chrysalis, so I didn’t want to go… but once you see those people’s faces, you’ll understand.”
Harp’s ability specialized in ‘discovering those in need of healing’.
Not only physical injuries, but also psychological suffering, corrupted divinity, and mana depletion—she could sense them all.
Because of this, she could reach those people before it was too late and provide the necessary measures and immediate treatment.
A strategist in the medical field. Since she could prioritize who needed treatment most urgently, there was no telling how invaluable that ability was.
“Is it really true that she can’t use the skill anymore?”
“She hasn’t used it since then, so it could be true or false. Honestly, if she wanted to lie, there’s nothing she couldn’t do.”
“That’s fair.”
Sung Ji-wook let out a sigh of agreement.
If she had wanted to use the skill, wouldn’t she have used it on herself first?
If Sung Ji-wook acted according to his nature, he would have rushed in immediately to uncover what this truth actually was.
But no.
He had decided not to judge someone’s heart arbitrarily.
“Hey, what are you thinking so hard about? Go and come back comfortably. If Yeom Ye-ah or the Guild Master seem to be putting too much pressure on you, tell me right away. Got it?”
“Huh?”
“Tell me right away. Whether it’s the top-ranked hunter or whoever, I’ll go beat them up for you.”
Sung Mi-ju frowned and gulped down the coffee in her hand.
From the look of what she was holding, it was a convenience store drink that was so popular lately it sold out quickly.
She must have had to rush to the opening.
“…Where are you going right now, anyway?”
“Dungeon clearing.”
“A dungeon? Where? When? Why didn’t you tell me? I want to go too. Are you going as a team? But why are you leaving without a healer? Where is it?”
“Hey, hey, calm down.”
Sung Mi-ju made a “whoa, whoa” sound toward her brother.
“A sudden dungeon break appeared, and there’s something suspicious about it—they think it might be a fusion dungeon. I told the Guild Master. We’re leaving in 20 minutes, so I just came to say hello.”
“Who are you going with?”
“Dante.”

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