The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 126

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Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Episode 126
How could this possibly be Rosalind Brown? By any measure, we were under a serious attack right now.
Without realizing it, tension gripped my hands.
But it seemed only Hwa-jon and I were flustered.
James and Dante, and even the driver, showed no surprise whatsoever—instead, they wore expressions as if dealing with a troublemaker.
“This is Rosalind Brown?”
“She wanted to come greet you herself, but I talked her out of it. Apparently she’s been waiting ever since.”
James spoke with a gloomy expression.
He rolled down the window, muttering that we needed to get her inside before she completely destroyed the car.
I was skeptical, but sure enough, beyond the window Rosalind Brown was greeting us with a bright smile on her face.
“Ye-ah, I’ve been waiting for you!”
“Rosalind Brown, hello. Your greeting is quite… forceful.”
Even seeing it with my own eyes, I couldn’t believe it.
That was the sound of her jumping down onto the car from some floor of that building.
She’d been watching for our arrival the whole time.
Of course, Hunters routinely jump or roll from great heights.
With superior physical strength, even if they land with a thud, they might not sustain serious injuries.
But if someone clumsy like me tried it, I’d just crash straight into the ground.
[Liri: When we went to the Sea Dungeon back then, Ye-ah was still under a debuff.]
[Liri: Even if you fall clumsily now, you should be fine.]
[Liri: With your current stats, falling from the 20th floor would probably only break one bone? Maybe two if you’re unlucky!]
I’d never have to fall from the 20th floor, but I appreciated the specific example anyway.
As I sat there awkwardly, the car door suddenly flew open.
It happened in an instant.
Before I could even react, my upper body was yanked toward Rosalind Brown.
If Hwa-jon hadn’t quickly grabbed me, I would have been dragged right out.
“Hm? You are…?”
“I’m Hwa-jon. We’ve crossed paths during the Ranking Tournament.”
Being held by one on each side, my body felt like the child in Solomon’s judgment, about to be torn apart.
“Ah, Hwa-jon. I know you. Weren’t you Ye-ah’s first opponent in the Ranking Tournament?”
“How do you remember that?”
“When I heard you were Hanttae’s healer, I was pretty annoyed, so I watched you carefully!”
Rosalind Brown spoke cheerfully without any reservation. This was just her style—saying such things without hesitation.
I suddenly recalled Jung Hwan-jae’s story about how she’d wanted to join Hanttae, but he’d opposed it so strongly that she hadn’t.
Hwa-jon released me carefully after a moment.
Pulled from the car like a radish being harvested, I found myself receiving Rosalind Brown’s tight embrace and longed to go home.
“Don’t the two Nike Hunters in the car think to stop me from hugging like this?”
“I apologize. I cannot defeat Rosalind Brown.”
“Neither can I…”
Not that I’d expected them to.
Is Rosalind Brown truly the real power behind Nike?
I barely managed to raise both hands to block her from planting kisses on my cheeks.
In the end, our entire group had to exit the car before we could even reach the parking lot.
From outside, the vehicle was completely crushed under Rosalind Brown’s weight.
This car was one hundred percent totaled.
For them, losing a car or two hardly mattered.
“You’re only staying in the United States for ten days? Then you’ll just clear two Dungeons, look around a bit, and be done. It would be nice to do some sightseeing while you’re here, but you won’t have time for that. I’ve planned out all sorts of itineraries, but you’re leaving this quickly? Can’t you stay longer?”
Her rapid-fire words made my stomach churn.
I’ve always been someone who loses my bearings and retreats when I spend too long around extroverts, and it’s even worse when they actually like me.
At Hanttae, everyone except Sung Mi-ju was reasonably introverted, so I’d never had to handle this kind of intensity before.
I looked to Hwa-jon for help, but even he seemed overwhelmed by her extroversion and kept his distance.
I was certain Rosalind Brown wouldn’t hurt me. I knew she wouldn’t. But this was simply too much.
In the end, I was unceremoniously scooped up and transported to the Nike Building. Jung Hwan-jae had never carried me like this.
A strange land, strange people. I opened my mouth, my confidence rapidly draining away.
“Could I… walk there on my own two feet…?”

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“Shunt went to the United States.”
“Yes.”
Jung Hwan-jae sighed upon receiving the report.
During the ten days Yeom Ye-ah would be in the United States, he wanted to resolve everything and make things comfortable for her return.
It would be ideal if Kim Kyung-hoon were captured by the time she came back.
The pressure of needing to grow stronger was something he’d have to address, and there would certainly be more issues to handle.
So he had to be the one to resolve them.
Everything, if possible.
“Since this situation involves both Ye-ah and Dante simultaneously, I believe Shunt rushed forward with heightened vigilance.”
“That’s likely the case.”
The person reporting wiped cold sweat from his brow.
Jung Hwan-jae without Yeom Ye-ah looked quite melancholic.
His mood had become a low-pressure system.
Even without directing anger or venting at others, his very atmosphere intimidated those around him.
‘Come back soon, Ye-ah!’
In truth, he was generally a good Guild Master.
He didn’t heavily monitor what his guild members did or where they went, respected their personal time, and paid them quite generously.
By these standards alone, it was practically a dream job.
So one absolutely shouldn’t complain. The person took a deep breath and nodded seriously.
“Please make sure their side doesn’t pay attention to Ye-ah or Dante. I’m asking as a favor.”
“Yes, yes. We’ve already sent several people over. We can’t afford to be seen as a guild that fails to protect its hunters.”
Jung Hwan-jae seemed to have other intentions but said nothing further and nodded.
Upon closer inspection, he had already prepared to leave.
“Where are you heading?”
“There’s something bothering me, so I wanted to check on it.”
“Ah….”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon.”
Jung Hwan-jae spoke gently about entrusting other matters to the Vice Guild Master before stepping out of the Guild.
“Lucy.”
“Just because of that, you’re calling me? That’s a bit much.”
The moment I got in the car and started driving, Lucy, who had somehow already settled into the passenger seat with his arms crossed, shook his head disapprovingly.
Ever since Yeom Ye-ah had been consistently supplying mana, I’d reduced my reliance on borrowing his strength, but I often summoned him when seeking wisdom.
Even now, I’d deliberately called him away from his solitary game of janggi.
Lucy appeared along with the game pieces and grumbled.
Lucy glanced at Jung Hwan-jae, who gripped the steering wheel with an unreadable expression as he drove.
“So, before I read it myself, tell me why you called me.”
“There was a time I went to a workshop to have equipment made for Ye-ah. The Yamyeong Workshop.”
“Right.”
“Back then, Kim Kyung-hoon went to Kim Myung-joo to have the equipment made, and I was so focused on the fact that it was used to attack Ye-ah that I didn’t think it through properly.”
“Mm.”
Lucy’s lips curved upward in a gentle smile.
It was affection for this pitiful yet clever human who had finally grasped a thread of truth.
For the first time, someone who had mechanically fulfilled their image and responsibilities without any sense of purpose was now moving for someone else.
Mana is ultimately an aggregate of the soul.
The fact that mana wasn’t being replenished was the same as saying the soul was empty.
‘I thought it would be a debuff that could never be resolved.’
But the ‘data’ showing that debuff had been resolved wasn’t recorded in the Valkyrie Network.
Still, this might become the first documented case.
“Kim Myung-joo definitely said something back then.”
‘You seem like a good person, so you won’t become a Dungeon.’
It was something said to Ye-ah, but I remember it clearly.
Then does that mean a person who isn’t good could become a Dungeon? They only brought up Kim Kyung-hoon’s story.
How does Kim Myung-joo even know about the Fusion Dungeon?
My grip on the steering wheel tightened.
“I’m going to find out what this is all about myself.”

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