The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 124

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Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Episode 124
“I’ll call you when I arrive.”
“If you’re busy, just send me a message. That’s fine too.”
“I’ll still call. It’s nice to hear your voice.”
After completing the basic procedures, I now had to cross through the teleport Gate.
The other Hanttae members who weren’t going to the United States couldn’t follow me through, so they had no choice but to say goodbye in front of it.
Dante, who had been watching my whispered conversation with Jung Hwan-jae with a subtle expression, shook his head.
His face seemed to say, ‘Are these two really parting ways forever?’
I was already used to it. By now, I naturally ignored such looks.
[Liri: That’s right, Ye-ah! You can go out there with confidence!]
‘Liri is always on my side.’
“Ah, this is a motion sickness potion since you might get dizzy during the teleport.”
“Thanks.”
As Jung Hwan-jae continued to murmur and hand me various potions and other items, I realized he was deliberately dragging out the time because he didn’t want to let me go.
I didn’t particularly mind either, so I went along with everything he said.
Your inventory is 50% full.
After he’d been fussing like that for a while with no more excuses, Jung Hwan-jae finally stopped.
Sung Mi-ju, who had been watching from behind with a tender expression, laughed.
“All done? The couple of the century.”
I thought of Sung Ji-wook, who would have followed if today hadn’t been a team dungeon raid. He wouldn’t have ended it at this point.
Sung Mi-ju often looked at me and Jung Hwan-jae like this when we were talking. I didn’t ask because I could guess what she was thinking without her saying anything.
Once I knew, it would be me who had to explain myself. And I didn’t think I could come up with a convincing explanation.
“Yes, I’ll be back safely.”
“Right. If any foreign hunters touch our precious Ranking 1, I’ll fly over there immediately. Since I can’t use teleportation, I’ll take a plane and fly for 12 hours.”
“I look forward to your visit.”
Dante chuckled and gave Sung Mi-ju a light wave. Though he didn’t receive one in return.
Hwa-jon, who had been standing quietly beside me, gazed at everyone with a gentle expression.
Instead of continuing her conversation with Dante, Sung Mi-ju turned to look at Hwa-jon with a smile.
He didn’t seem to be doing much of anything, yet he was winning everyone’s favor. Sung Mi-ju evaluated him as having ‘a tendency similar to all other healers except my brother.’
Though I think Harp and I should probably be excluded from that assessment too.
“Hunter Hwa-jon, please be careful out there as well.”
“I will. Thank you.”
“I’m really going now.”
“Call me.”
He, who had initially said calling wasn’t necessary, seemed to have changed his mind and said it softly.
I crossed through the Gate with Dante and Hwa-jon, turning back to smile at him.
“I will!”
And as his face, which I’d been holding in my eyes until the very end, seemed to crumble slightly, everything I could see suddenly flipped upside down.
It took a bit longer than a normal teleport. When I crossed over for the Ranking Tournament, it ended in just a few seconds even while flying through the Pacific Ocean, so why was this taking so long?
[Liri: When going abroad, you have to go through that country’s immigration inspection, and they decide whether to accept the teleport or not!]
[Liri: “If we don’t, we won’t know what kind of person might slip through.”]
It resembled the immigration screening process you go through when boarding a plane.
But it was completely different from the immigration screening that takes tens of minutes or over an hour.
After some time, the chaotic landscape crumbled away, and an unfamiliar space appeared.
People who were clearly foreigners waited for us.
“Welcome. We’re glad you’ve come to the United States.”
“Damn it, Dante. Why are you so late? Do you know what’s been happening with Nike while you were gone?” Oh, Ye-ah. Hello?”
Moderately understandable English and rapid-fire conversation that sounded like it came straight from the locals filled the air simultaneously.
A red-haired man rushed over, grabbed Dante, and started talking at an incomprehensible speed.
His green eyes were filled with anger.
“Please come this way for processing.”
“Ye-ah, we need to go this way.”
“Ah, okay.”
He let out a roar in a terrifying voice. I was momentarily distracted by Dante’s intimidated expression—something I’d never seen from him before.
After that, I followed Hwa-jon and underwent a simple screening. I could feel the immigration officers glancing at us.
“So you’re the Ranking 1st who appeared like a star out of nowhere.”
‘Does he dislike me for suddenly taking Dante’s position? Have I become a national traitor?’
[Liri: “There are definitely people who don’t like me.”]
[Liri: “Not everyone can like me.”]
‘I suppose if Jung Hwan-jae were to lose a ranking match against another hunter, I’d feel disappointed too, even if I had no personal grievance.’
Besides, Americans took great pride in Dante.
If the person who pushed aside America’s pride suddenly became a hunter, it would be even worse.
I gave only the minimum response before heading outside.
Hwa-jon, who went through processing after me, apparently didn’t receive such questions.
When we emerged outside, Dante stood with a gloomy expression, looking thoroughly worn out. The red-haired man beside him, who had scolded him moments before, now wore a stern face as if nothing had happened.
“Hello, Ye-ah and Hunter Hwa-jon. Thank you so much for visiting Nike. We’ll do everything we can to ensure you have an enjoyable stay.”
“Thank you for welcoming us despite the sudden visit. Our Guild Master also sends his regards.”
I watched Hwa-jon respond in fluent English.
I gently touched the earpiece Jung Hwan-jae had given me.
During ranking tournament conferences, dozens of languages are exchanged, so interpretation machines are necessary. But unless the processing is that complex, this earpiece can handle simultaneous interpretation.
Soon the words of the person before me were converted to Korean in my ears. My voice would also be converted to their language when I spoke.
“I’ll do my best not to be a burden during my stay.”
“A burden? I’ll do my best to ensure that your visit becomes an opportunity for a good impression of the United States and Nike. I’m James Montez, the personnel director of Nike.”
He shook hands lightly with Hwa-jon and me, then smiled and moved forward.
“James is just too harsh on me…”
I could see Dante muttering sadly from behind.
But from the guild’s perspective, they wouldn’t be fond of people who come and go so arbitrarily and selfishly.
Especially when his position within Nike is already precarious and he’s leaving his post empty.
Someone of Dante’s caliber wouldn’t have moved without understanding that.
Yet he chose to pursue the staff killer despite knowing everything.
Even accounting for that, I want to root out the Staff killers in the United States.
[Liri: You have a surprisingly noble goal?]
‘Perhaps I’m not the right person for this position.’
But the moment I stepped out of the teleportation building, there was no room for such thoughts.
Thousands of camera shutters erupted before my eyes, and a torrent of cheers, jeers, and placards flooded my vision.
The crowd was a chaotic mix of praise directed at Hwa-jon and me, condemnation telling me to return to Korea, and reactions aimed at Dante.
The raw heat I hadn’t felt back in Korea—where I’d mostly secluded myself—came crashing down all at once.
I instinctively faltered and stepped back, and Hwa-jon moved forward to shield me, his voice gentle as he addressed the crowd.
“Hello, United States. Thank you for the warm welcome.”
The crowd erupted in cheers.
Though he hadn’t taken the lead in the Ranking Tournament, there was something about his mere presence that captivated people.
He was gentle, kind, undeniably powerful, and above all, beautiful in a way that transcended personal preference.
“H-hello… everyone.”
My voice came out strained, yet the crowd only grew more excited, their screams intensifying.
Dante and James Montez looked at me with apologetic expressions.
“Guild Master Jung Hwan warned us about this several times, but we weren’t careful enough. We sincerely apologize, both of you.”
“It’s not your fault…”
I said it wasn’t, but it was. This was overwhelming.
I followed him and what appeared to be other security personnel into a limousine.
Outstretched hands from the crowd lightly brushed against me, and even that felt burdensome.
The moment I got inside the car, I let out a sigh.
“I…”
“Go ahead, Ye-ah.”
“Could I make just one call to the Guild Master?”

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