The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 139

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Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Episode 139
“To be honest, I thought you couldn’t stand me and would rush all the way to the United States because of me.”
―I can’t say I haven’t had such thoughts. In fact, I’m still having them now.
Several days had passed since that incident.
Rosalind Brown had apparently received disciplinary action for suddenly pushing me into a Dungeon.
It seemed that whatever growth I obtained in there wouldn’t serve as a mitigating factor.
Both Hwa-jon and I tried to convince Nike that such severe punishment wasn’t necessary, but Nike’s stance remained firm.
The reasoning was that demonstrating such consequences early would prevent greater issues later.
Hwa-jon returned in high spirits, claiming he’d found the materials he’d been searching for.
“Brother, did you obtain such valuable materials? Your face is so bright.”
“I did obtain rare materials, and I got something even better.”
If he could actually tell me about it, he would have done so long ago.
The way he was being vague about it meant he still wanted to keep it secret.
I didn’t press him further, seeing his newfound motivation.
After that, he wandered around collecting every material available in the United States, driven by a single purpose.
With no Dungeons to enter and Hwa-jon being busy, I could leisurely talk with Jung Hwan-jae like this.
“I feel terrible that you received disciplinary action because of me.”
―Rosalind understood everything and acted accordingly. No matter how recklessly a Hunter might appear to act, they have a career built over years. She wouldn’t have done this without such resolve.
So I still don’t quite understand why she would go to such lengths to look after me.
I blinked slowly.
Once I pressed him like that, Jung Hwan-jae had no choice but to withdraw from the Ragnarok Region.
―I heard from Kim Myung-joo. Generally, even if a Dungeon accepts a strong power to become a Fusion Dungeon, it takes at least a month. That’s what So Yi-yoon said.
“What about the maximum? And how did he find that out?”
―It could take several years. However, in So Yi-yoon’s case, we can’t rely on such luck. And he didn’t hear it—he happened to see it while adjusting equipment.
Kim Myung-joo can apparently read some of a person’s desires and thoughts to create appropriate equipment for them.
And that’s when he learned about the Fusion Dungeon.
It meant he’d already thought that far ahead when preparing the equipment to kidnap me.
Even being generous, we likely don’t have several months or more.
I don’t know how long his corruption has been occurring. The Staff member’s death itself hasn’t even been a full year by Korean standards.
“Still, you understand there was no need to enter that place where Ragnarok manifested right now, correct?”
―I’m reflecting on it.
Jung Hwan-jae replied obediently.
He honestly admitted to me that he hated the thought of me going in there and taking on danger.
Since even the slightest danger I faced caused him great anxiety, he thought it better if he took on the risk instead.
I’m grateful that he cares for me that much, but it’s overprotective.
I’m marked as the strongest Hunter in this world.
“I’ve learned how to compose my mind here and gained some control over my magical power.”
―Is that so? I thought Ye-ah would be capable of that.
He congratulated me on achieving such a remarkable accomplishment, yet he didn’t seem particularly surprised.
He had a composed demeanor, as if he’d known all along that I would become this strong and achieve such results.
Every time I receive his boundless trust, I find myself at a loss for words.
He supported and encouraged me from the moment we first met, even when I couldn’t properly believe in myself.
Now it seems that support has grown several times stronger.
“Senior, this is a bit off-topic, but there’s something I’d like to ask you.”
―Feel free to ask anything, no matter how absurd it might seem.
Since returning from Ragnarok, Jung Hwan-jae had been even gentler toward me.
He must have thought I’d be furious for days, as he’d been visibly tense at first. Recalling that anxious Jung Hwan-jae, my irritation melted away instantly.
I couldn’t spit in the face of someone smiling, nor could I rage at someone looking dejected.
‘I’m sorry. Ye-ah, I promise never to make that expression again.’
‘While I’m generally always in a position to worry about you, senior, wouldn’t it be better if you let me worry while understanding the situation?’
He promised me multiple times after hearing my words.
That he wouldn’t do anything reckless without me. And he extracted a promise from me as well.
A promise that I wouldn’t leave him alone.
[Liri: Honestly, when has Ye-ah ever left you alone? The opposite situation happens dozens of times more.]
I somewhat agreed with Liri’s comment that came to mind, but I didn’t voice it aloud.
I understand that there are people who need this kind of reassurance.
And it’s not as though I can’t do it.
‘I dislike leaving someone alone. Perhaps it’s because I don’t particularly enjoy being alone myself.’
Liri said confidently that she would always be by my side, no matter what happened.
Was it my twisted psychology that made me want to hear words of denial from this man who showed me infinite trust and cared for me more than anyone else?
I suddenly opened my mouth toward Jung Hwan-jae, who had been waiting patiently.
“What would you say if I suddenly claimed that beans grew where I planted red beans?”
He had the attitude of someone willing to answer anything, but he surely hadn’t expected a question like this.
Jung Hwan-jae paused for a moment.
It was the most absurd question I could possibly ask.
He spoke as though he’d take my side no matter what I did, and I was curious whether he’d really take my side even with something this ridiculous.
Of course, he’d probably call it nonsense.
―I’ll search through every Dungeon in existence to find a crop that produces beans even when red beans are planted.
“Pardon?”
―Even if I believe you, others might not believe your words. It’s my responsibility to find evidence so that no one doubts what you say.
“Why would you be the one to find that?”
Jung Hwan-jae wasn’t flustered by my question either. Rather, he answered as though it were the most natural thing in the world.
―It’s unforgivable to me for Ye-ah to be doubted by anyone.
“I’m fine with it though.”
―Is it a problem that I want to believe in and prove the truth of the person I trust?
Jung Hwan-jae countered as though my question itself was questionable.
The desire to prove that the person I trust is someone worthy of trust.
It seemed like a distant notion, but I understood what it meant nonetheless.
My heart stirred in a way that wasn’t unpleasant at all. Rather, I wanted to savor this feeling for as long as possible.
I blinked slowly.
[Liri: I hate to admit it, but he seems like a decent man.]
[Liri: And honestly, the way he trusts Ye-ah makes me wonder if it’s even humanly possible to trust someone that much?]
[Liri: Ye-ah, you can’t let that man slip away.]
‘I’m not sure what you mean by “let him slip away,” but I’ll do my best not to lose him. I won’t lose him.’
I never learned the fundamental reason why he trusted me, but this alone was enough.
I stared intently at Jung Hwan-jae’s face.
I wanted to say “Thank you for believing in me,” but the next words came out impulsively.
“I miss you.”
―Pardon? What did you say? Reaping what you didn’t sow…?
This time, my words were truly out of place, and he blinked in confusion, unable to grasp my meaning.
I couldn’t take back words already spoken.
So I spoke again, carefully and deliberately.
“No, I mean… senior.”
He stared at my face intently, as if trying to discern what I meant.
But there was no hidden meaning. I simply missed him.
And before I could say anything else, the call dropped.
[Liri: This guy?]
I looked at Liri’s message, indignant that I had suddenly hung up on her.
Perhaps my sudden confession had burdened him.
I was composing myself when my vision suddenly went dark.
It took a few seconds to realize it wasn’t darkness—it was a massive black Subspace Arena.
I knew this gate.
Jung Hwan-jae emerged from within it, his face urgent and hurried.
“Senior.”
“Me too. I missed you.”

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