The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 13

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Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Episode 013
“He asked me what injury I was treating him for. He wanted to know what it actually was.”
“I was listening too. I was hiding in the shadows.”
That’s why my mood soured. No matter what, treating a loyal friend like someone eavesdropping on a conversation?
Besides, I wasn’t even human to begin with, and even if I were to reveal such things, I had no reason whatsoever to harm Jung Hwan-jae or that woman.
She left without knowing anything. She couldn’t even recognize all his traces. Though that was only natural.
“Jung Hwan-jae, answer me honestly. If I hadn’t been listening, would you have told her? Someone you’ve only just met?”
“No way.”
“And later on?”
“If I received a proper contract and oath, there’s nothing I couldn’t say.”
Lucy barely suppressed the urge to laugh loudly. This human before him didn’t even realize the contradiction between his words and actions.
I understood it well enough. When someone who has suffered for an eternity sees a way to resolve it, their eyes go mad.
That’s why Lucy found him quite amusing. Hadn’t he lived as though his desires had been completely castrated?
“My beloved friend, I’m viewing this situation very positively. Do you know what I mean?”
“I have no idea.”
“Until now, you’ve acted as though nothing pleased you, and even after reaching the pinnacle, you’ve acted like someone whose thirst never quenches. Since this planet came into being, I’ve never sighed so much over the first human to contract with me looking like this.”
Being a handler is truly unfortunate. One cannot even directly select the humans one is assigned to manage.
Lucy lifted his body into the air and fidgeted before Jung Hwan-jae’s eyes. Eventually, when he could no longer ignore him, Jung Hwan-jae sighed and lifted his head.
Within his pupils, flames swirled violently. It was a depth that only those possessing extremely high magical power could perceive.
“I’m sorry you’re not a human I find pleasing.”
“I didn’t say I don’t find you pleasing. I just thought it was unexpected. And besides, without someone like you, I wouldn’t have been able to obtain a contractor.”
Jung Hwan-jae closed his eyes. Lucy placed a small hand on his eyelids without further comment.
A wind blew, and something was sucked into him. In this completely sealed space, there was no reason for wind to blow at all.
From somewhere, magical power flowed out very slowly.
“It’s quite troublesome that magical power drains away somewhere periodically, isn’t it?”
…
“Since magical power is ultimately connected to life force, your vitality decreases moment by moment, and eventually you even have to borrow the strength of your handler.”
Lucy burst into laughter. But the dryness contained in that laughter was not fully concealed.
It was a condition with no clear cause. Even if Lucy knew the reason, he couldn’t reveal it to a mere human.
‘Baldur has acknowledged the severity of the matter and decided to replace your handler. It was judged that the current handler’s capabilities would be insufficient to provide appropriate support for your situation.’
‘So how will things change?’
After that, Lucy was released from his seal. By any measure, it had been a seal lasting thousands of years. Some called it a time bomb that could burst out at any moment.
The staff members had questionable expressions as they added Lucy’s name to the handler roster.
Could the contractor Jung Hwan-jae really control him?
Or would Baldur cause another fatal accident and be resealed within days? Such concerns seemed to weigh on them.
‘Let’s handle this from a business perspective.’
‘Is that your first greeting? You seem more presumptuous than expected. A change in handler is already special treatment.’
As a result, he was completely caught. Among all of Lucy’s contractors before his sealing, Jung Hwan-jae was the most peculiar existence.
If one understood the concept of a handler to any degree, most would have their eyes clouded by power simply from being assigned someone of strong standing.
Yet he treated Lucy as though he were an automated response service. It was insulting to one’s pride.
So I was completely controlled after all. There’s no way to know for certain.
“It was my first time.”
“First time what?”
“The sensation of things leaking away just… stopped. Ever since I awakened, I’ve lived my entire life drowning in that feeling.”
Perhaps that’s why I felt something strange toward that person.
Jung Hwan-jae’s murmur was less like he was speaking to someone and more like he was talking to himself.
Lucy circled silently around him. Watching from the closest vantage point, yet unable to share his senses.
Lucy couldn’t comprehend the exhilaration Jung Hwan-jae felt.
Suddenly, words spoken by other staff members came to mind.
“Humans are different from any other contractors. Their inscrutability awakens curiosity, you see.”
“That’s why so many of us fade away while protecting our contractors. I understand it now.”
I began to withdraw my materialized form. Jung Hwan-jae opened his eyes at precisely the right moment.
Lucy let out a dry laugh.
“Humans are a species that can’t be bound by merely thinking and acting as though they want to be tied down. Take Yeom Ye-ah, for instance. Everyone has their own way of being conquered.”
“Didn’t you say we can’t interfere with each other’s assigned staff?”
I was about to launch into a whole lecture on methods of seduction, but he seemed to catch on and abruptly cut me off with something else entirely.
Lucy suppressed my irritation and sighed. Even as my materialized form grew faint, I nodded, and Jung Hwan-jae’s expression turned serious.
‘What, is he planning to ask me to convince my handler if he finds out who they are?’
We can identify each other’s assigned staff. When I return, I could check, but I couldn’t expend that much effort for such an ungrateful contractor.
He gives his heart more to that person who sings those dreadful songs than to me, who replenishes his mana and vitality every time they drain away.
And here I am, finding it admirable. Nothing about this sits right with me.
“Staff members with contractors have things they must protect. Those contracted with staff of a certain rank or higher—we don’t touch them. We don’t attack each other. Rules like that. The details are classified, so I can’t tell you more.”
“So if I approach Yeom Ye-ah, her assigned staff can’t attack me? Are you of that rank?”
Lucy felt a surge of anger and barely suppressed the urge to shout out loud.
After rubbing my face furiously with small hands, my body had completely vanished, so I sent a message through the staff chat.
[Lucy: Of course. Why do you ask?]
Jung Hwan-jae looked ahead and responded calmly. He even deliberately inflected his voice.
“I’m thinking of trying a more human approach to conquest.”

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Why doesn’t everyone have a memory like this? When you’re young, imagining gathering boxes and blankets to build a hideout.
Imagining that all around are various jungles and dangers scattered haphazardly, while constructing the safest fortress for yourself.
Sometimes it can move, sometimes it can fly, and you can act however you imagine anywhere.
“How about a dedicated singing booth like this?”
“So you’re saying you’ll manufacture a booth as equipment that moves along with my movements? And install it in the Dormitory as well?”
“Yes.”
“….”
But I’ve never wanted a moving singing booth. All I ever thought was that it would be nice if there was a Coin Karaoke near my home.

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