The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 120

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————

Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Episode 120
Dante Brown, a seasoned ranked hunter.
A first-generation legendary hunter who had never fallen outside the top three until now.
Since awakening during Ragnarok, his life had been nothing but victories—until adversity finally struck.
“All you need to do is explain what happened to me.”
I had just cleared the Dungeon and returned in a refreshed mood when Jung Hwan-jae cornered me.
He was staring at me with an expression that said, “Go ahead and try to explain yourself.”
Yeom Ye-ah beside him wore a face that screamed, “I know nothing.”
“I didn’t even have a chance to take sides or explain the situation before all the information already got out.”
Sung Mi-ju beside me shook her head slowly.
It was obvious who had said something.
My impatient younger sister had probably contacted Yeom Ye-ah without me answering a single call and spilled everything about the situation.
Jung Hwan-jae, who wanted to know anything and everything about Yeom Ye-ah, would have found out.
‘Dante is trying to take Yeom Ye-ah to the United States.’
He would have completely bought into this half-truth claim.
‘This is a game where I’m disadvantaged no matter what, but am I even in a state of mind where they’d listen if I tried to explain?’
I turned my head toward Sung Mi-ju as if pleading for salvation, but she had already moved away from me and was being scolded by her own younger brother.
“Hey, Sung Mi-ju. What happened to your body?”
“Sung Mi-ju? Is that how you talk to your older sister?”
“Why are you so injured? Wasn’t there a healer?”
“There was, but it seems their abilities weren’t very effective.”
Jung Hwan-jae paused his anger toward me and decided to look after his Guild member instead.
Yeom Ye-ah, who had worn a tired expression, immediately rushed to Sung Mi-ju and infused her with green mana.
Her body bore various bruises and burn marks that would never normally appear.
“Burns need immediate treatment or they’ll leave scars. What were you doing leaving these alone?”
“Other people don’t have abilities as exceptional as yours, Ye-ah. It’s generally normal to come back from a Dungeon with a wound or scar or two.”
“That’s not normal!”
Yeom Ye-ah spoke in a voice that sounded hurt no matter who heard it, then let out a sigh.
In truth, my condition was far worse than Sung Mi-ju’s, but I stood there as if my very existence had been erased.
Jung Hwan-jae was the first to notice me, and he let out a sigh.
“Let’s get treatment first and then talk about this with clear heads.”
The real reason was that I wasn’t sure what I might do to Dante if I wasn’t in my right mind, but fortunately, no one seemed to understand that implication.

* * *
“So you had absolutely no intention of casting Ye-ah for Nikero?”
“Truly, I didn’t.”
We each returned to our dormitories or rooms to wash up, then consumed an Elixir and a fatigue recovery potion per person to continue the meeting.
Beyond that, I also nourished myself with samgyetang that Jung Hwan-jae had prepared by catching another chicken and boiling it.
‘Eat a bit more.’
‘I just finished an entire bird by myself—what are you even saying, senior?’
‘There’s nothing left but bones.’
‘Not me—the chicken is nothing but bones.’
With the potion on top of that, honestly, I felt more invincible now than before entering the Dungeon.
When you consume both of these, you enter a kind of awakened state where no matter how exhausting things become, you can move around refreshed for hours.
It’s a method used by those who’ve reached the extreme limits of mana or stamina depletion inside Dungeons.
“How are we supposed to trust you?”
But this gathering of rankers meant that the slightest emotional flare-up would be suppressed by raw mana pressure.
Jung Hwan-jae alone was locked in an intense mana clash with Dante.
Because of that, those sitting nearby wore expressions of barely concealed agony.
Sung Mi-ju and Sung Ji-wook sat separately, each having visited a Dungeon with different people.
More precisely, Sung Mi-ju had moved seats, muttering that she’d rather sit next to someone she disliked than next to that nagging fool.
When Dante and Sung Mi-ju first returned, their appearances were extraordinary.
Covered head to toe in burns and various wounds as if they’d been caught in an explosion, I wondered what those so-called healers had actually done.
I couldn’t believe Jung Hwan-jae’s claim that hunters typically return injured from Dungeon expeditions.
No matter how many times I heard that these potions and Elixirs we’re consuming instead of fatigue recovery medicine are so expensive, and that only I can heal like I do, I simply couldn’t accept it.
“If you won’t believe me anyway, why ask? I thought you were going to see the Harp Hunter, but it seems you’ve learned how to conduct an interrogation instead.”
The one I found most unconvincing was Dante, who was listening to Jung Hwan-jae’s words.
Yet he maintained his claim that he’d felt the need for experience and believed Rosalind Brown was the one who could provide it.
But this person always harbored hidden motives I hadn’t even considered, so I couldn’t easily trust him.
As I frowned and glared at him, he sighed.
“It felt like watching my younger sibling. That thing you call ‘overstepping’ in Korean.”
“Overstepping is something only Koreans can do.”
When I retorted sharply, he let out a hollow laugh.
The expressions on Jung Hwan-jae and the Sung siblings’ faces seemed subtly satisfied, but that was probably just my imagination.
After being pressed hard by Jung Hwan-jae, now being pressed by me—he must be quite exhausted.
Yet he seemed to have decided that dealing with me was somewhat preferable to Jung Hwan-jae, and he shifted his posture.
Perhaps he’d concluded that Jung Hwan-jae wouldn’t stop me from speaking.
“What do you think? Do you believe going to the United States is truly preposterous?”
“I…”
I was about to say “of course,” when my words suddenly caught.
Right now, the only people who can teach me healing are Sung Ji-wook and Hwa-jon.
Sung Ji-wook excels in practical application, while Hwa-jon excels in adaptation.
They never hesitated to offer advice whenever I requested it.
With their help and Kim Hwa-hyun’s support added to the mix, I naturally grew stronger, and with each passing day, I could handle more and more.
But even in the moment I was commanding fire.
Even in the moment when a thread caught my ankle and dragged me away.
I couldn’t remain composed.
“If I meet Rosalind Brown, can I learn a way to handle myself in urgent situations?”
“At the very least, I should be able to learn how to fight alone in places where Hunter Jung Hwan isn’t present.”
Dante made a strong move toward me.
He seemed to understand that Jung Hwan-jae was being overly protective of me, and that I’d grown somewhat accustomed to it.
As a dedicated healer, I needed to provide healing when necessary and at minimum not be a burden.
Hwa-jon and Sung Ji-wook too.
They did their best for me, but they couldn’t shake the mindset of “looking after” me.
[Liri: Rosalind probably won’t go easy on you. She’ll teach Ye-ah more strictly than anyone, bringing you up to her own level.]
Suddenly, a message window appeared before my eyes.
Liri, who had been sitting beside me, turned to look at me and smiled.
I thought she couldn’t send messages while in her current form, but apparently that wasn’t the case.
[Liri: She carved herself out and polished herself to reach that position. That’s why she could let go without regret when her rank was taken from you.]
[Liri: Though she appears combative, I doubt there are many people who maintain composure as well as Rosalind Brown does, whether in battle or not.]
Everyone grows tense in their own battlefield.
Jung Hwan-jae lost his reason seeing me, and Sung Ji-wook and Sung Mi-ju are sensitive toward each other.
Harp and Hwa-jon eventually left the battlefield, and if Dante is being spoken of like this by Liri, there must certainly be a reason.
What came out of my mouth as I was deliberating felt somewhat out of place.
“How long does Researcher Harp say it will take to dispel the buffs or debuffs applied to them?”
Jung Hwan-jae, whose expression had been tense, suddenly looked bewildered.
At that blatant question, a laugh escaped me before I could help it.
Even in a moment like this, he makes such an adorable expression.
It was Sung Ji-wook who answered the question.
“They said it would take over two weeks. Being generous, maybe three weeks.”
Three weeks.
That should be enough.
During that time, it would be difficult to find any trace of Kim Kyung-hoon anyway.
“Senior, please help Researcher Harp.”
I opened my mouth with a deliberately solemn expression.
As if knowing what I was about to say, Jung Hwan-jae’s face went pale.
“Ye-ah.”
“I’m going to the United States to become stronger and come back. Please believe in me.”

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————