The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 118

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Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Episode 118
I finally received permission. Apart from my joy, one problem had emerged.
Sung Ji-wook cast a tracking skill on Harp’s body.
Kim Kyung-hoon’s traces were indeed deeply embedded in this form. It should have proceeded smoothly, but.
“Whether it’s holy power or the strength of those eyes, someone is blocking anything from penetrating you.”
This was already the third attempt, and like before, he withdrew his hand as if burned by fire, exhaling heavily.
Harp’s Handler seemed to have left behind the greatest gift they could give him in that final moment.
The ultimate protection so that even without them, he would never be in danger.
“It’s quite common for a Handler to provide holy power instead of mana in their final moments, or to grant buffs with their last strength.”
Harp spoke as though discussing someone else’s story, utterly composed.
He said he’d only just learned this was placed on him, and the situation was both touching and disheartening.
“Do you know how to resolve this?”
“If I did, I wouldn’t be standing here with my hands down right now.”
….
“…It’s not that there’s absolutely no method.”
Harp waved his hand dismissively as if joking, then sighed.
“But it will take some time. I can’t access the Baldur Network, and the buffs I have…. I need to investigate them directly and figure out how to deactivate them.”
The words about being unable to access the Valkyrie Network suddenly felt viscerally real.
Without thinking, I made a blank expression before correcting it.
“I’d appreciate your help.”
Sometimes such a composed attitude proves helpful to others.
At Jung Hwan-jae’s matter-of-fact demeanor, Harp nodded along.
I could vaguely sense it. He was suffering, and sometimes he yearned for his Handler or couldn’t escape from their shadow.
But he wasn’t suffering in the way I’d imagined when I first heard his name.
For him, that ordeal was gradually becoming the past.
“The Valkyrie Network isn’t a place that’s inaccessible.”
It was none other than Liri, manifested beside me, who stopped him as he turned to head toward the Center.
She stood beside Harp with a gentle smile.
“A Handler merely watches over the contractors accessing the Valkyrie Network and helps them connect more smoothly.”
“But even when I try to enter it, status windows and such don’t appear.”
Harp, who had questioned this incredulously, shook his head.
Liri’s gaze turned skyward.
Perhaps she was searching for someone’s Handler who no longer existed anywhere.
“You’re probably coexisting with both your Handler’s buffs and debuffs you’ve imposed on yourself. That’s why you’re not currently activating your status window or search functions.”
“Am I unconsciously suppressing it?”
“That’s quite likely. Even so, you can still use skills or sense others’ mana, can’t you?”
“That’s true.”
“You might be choosing not to see.”
Liri ended the conversation with words that amounted to “my meddling for you ends here,” and returned to me without hesitation.
I could vaguely sense what she was trying to say.
And this was something that couldn’t be said unless we shared the same handler.
Harp paused for a moment before resuming his walk forward.
His gait appeared noticeably more spirited than before.
“Then shall we return to Hanttae while Researcher Harp finds a solution? We’ve pushed ourselves far too hard.”
Jung Hwan-jae spoke as though he hadn’t exerted himself at all.
He was undoubtedly referring to me when he mentioned the one who’d overexerted themselves.
I hadn’t realized it while inside the Dungeon, but the clear had actually taken well over twenty-four hours.
I’d wondered why each time the handlers provided something to their contractors and cast buffs on them throughout.
“I have to admit, I’m incredibly drowsy right now. I want to shower and sleep.”
I murmured the words softly, almost under my breath.
As if my words were a signal, Jung Hwan-jae immediately slashed through the empty air with his sickle.
It felt like it had been quite a while since I’d seen him open the Subspace Arena so abruptly.
“Look at him opening a portal the moment his sister says she’s tired.”
“…You looked exhausted too. Let’s go together.”
Even facing Sung Ji-wook’s teasing tone, Jung Hwan-jae seemed flustered, and I realized anew that he truly had no immunity to this sort of thing.
As I stepped into the Subspace Arena first, the two of them hurried after me.
Throughout our walk along the dark passage, Jung Hwan-jae had to endure Sung Ji-wook’s relentless questioning: “By the way, did you really cry back there?”
Absolutely, one hundred percent, completely—he had cried. I’d seen it clearly.
“I never would’ve thought you were the type to cry in a situation like that. It’s refreshing.”
“…Stop teasing me.”
“I’m not teasing—I’m stating facts.”
“They may be facts, but…”
The conversation continued until the Subspace Arena ended in front of the Hanttae building.
Despite everything that had happened, it felt pleasant.

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“Your sister hasn’t arrived yet?”
The peace didn’t last long.
I’d heard that the Dungeon Sung Mi-ju and Dante had entered to clear still hadn’t been completed.
At first, we’d suspected it might be a Fusion Dungeon and entered cautiously, but it seemed there were no signs of that inside.
Separate from difficulty, there were cases where clearing took longer, and this Dungeon appeared to be one of those.
Kim A-jin, who had come to brief me on the situation, spoke in a serious tone.
“We discovered traces of Dungeon fragment usage in that area.”
“Dungeon fragments?”
I’d heard about artificial Dungeons before too.
They were frequently utilized by overseas terrorist organizations that had once systematically operated to assassinate Rankers.
Since it happened in chaotic circumstances not long after Ragnarok was resolved, the casualties were worse than expected.
After that, through international agreement, the principle became that Dungeon fragments were unconditionally sent to each country’s Hunter Association for disposal.
I’d never imagined I’d actually encounter a Dungeon created by such fragments up close.
“Even if it’s an artificial Dungeon, the difficulty shouldn’t be that high, so you don’t need to worry.”
“Yes, since both of them are strong Hunters, I don’t think anything serious will happen.”
I genuinely wasn’t worried.
If it were a truly dangerous Dungeon, Dante wouldn’t have entered with Sung Mi-ju.
He would have waited for Jung Hwan-jae to arrive or called other Rankers instead.
But Sung Ji-wook seemed to hold a different opinion.
He wouldn’t normally be caught off guard, yet he’d gotten irritable asking why she wasn’t answering when she obviously should be, and he’d even gotten flustered holding a cup and asking where it was.
This was the first time I’d seen him lose his composure and become so flustered.
“Sibling relationships are really strange, aren’t they? It seems like there’s something you can feel.”
“Something you can feel…”
“Are you an only child, Senior?”
“I have no family.”
The atmosphere grew somber.
Why did I always end up like this the moment I tried to make normal small talk?
I was awkwardly fidgeting with my hands when my phone started ringing frantically.
There was no one who would contact me, so what on earth was this?
Messages were piling up relentlessly.
It was from a contact not registered as a friend, but I could tell just by looking.
[Let’s voice chat]
[Let’s voice chat]
[Let’s voice chat]
I stared endlessly at the urgent messages coming in.
A profile picture that seemed to be taken from a distance of a blonde-haired woman, a red bird-shaped name that revealed her presence.
And most tellingly, the tone of the incoming messages.
Ye-ah Do you know where my damn brother is?
This damn brother went into a Dungeon and I can’t reach him I’m really worried
When are you coming to the United States? I’m waiting :0
I have so much to tell you
“There’s definitely something I can feel about this sibling bond.”
As I muttered while looking at my phone, Jung Hwan-jae tilted his head in confusion.
I held the screen up in front of his face and opened my mouth.
“It’s Rosalind Brown.”

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