The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 147

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Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Episode 147
His face flushed crimson before he finally managed to draw in a breath moments later.
My mana flowed gently across his lips.
The refined essence carried through breath transforms into a form of mana that humans can easily accept, or so I’d been told.
“Even if we’re far apart, when I transfer mana by kissing the ring, it supposedly reaches you in a form that naturally integrates into your body.”
“T-that certainly seems… convenient.”
“Right? I’m just relieved I could discover a method like this!”
To be honest, I’d worried extensively about whether I’d need to kiss him if mana transfer required breath.
That’s why I conducted secondary research and developed a way to infuse mana into the air itself for transmission.
I considered it a breakthrough discovery on my part, and I’d hoped he would appreciate it too.
He rolled his eyes, his face still flushed, before finally managing a nod.
“If you feel any discomfort, please tell me anytime.”
“N-no. It actually feels much better than receiving mana the usual way.”
“Your face was so red, I got a little worried.”
If he was fine, then all was well.
Unable to help myself, I smiled at the thought of having accomplished something.
Jung Hwan-jae stared at my face for a long moment as if something were written there, then smiled softly in resignation.
Though the blush remained, it was a smile that radiated genuine contentment.
“I’ll interpret this as your promise to continue transferring mana to me going forward.”
“Of course. That’s what I’m supposed to do by your side.”
If he gets injured, I’ll find ways to treat him without aftereffects, and I’ll provide the best care I’m capable of.
I’m an irreplaceable teammate to him, after all.
He finished his coffee and only left after chatting a bit longer.
Back in my room, I showered and collapsed onto the bed, drowsiness creeping over me.
In that hazy state between sleep and wakefulness, Liri’s message suddenly appeared in my blurring vision.
[Liri: What’s the difference between a date and something that isn’t a date?]
“There’s no set criteria… I just distinguish them by feeling.”
[Liri: Wasn’t what you did today a date?]
“Since I did it using mana, it’s quite far removed from being a date, technically speaking.”
It’s just a rare case where I discovered that work can be enjoyable too.
Even with my explanation, Liri seemed unconvinced by what she said next.
The conversation couldn’t continue after that because I fell asleep as if losing consciousness.

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At that same moment, on the top floor of the Hanttae Guild in Korea.
In the Guild Master’s Office, suddenly bereft of its owner, a brother and sister were engaged in a serious conversation.
The two most renowned Hunters in Hanttae aside from Jung Hwan-jae and Yeom Ye-ah.
Sung Mi-ju and Sung Ji-wook.
“We need to discuss this situation—the Guild Master suddenly flying off to the United States overnight.”
“He just went to see Ye-ah noona.”
“I’m not asking why. I already know the reason well enough. Let’s focus on what we should do about it.”
In truth, Hanttae faced no serious problems even with Jung Hwan-jae temporarily absent.
Most systems were already in place, and the Vice Guild Master was quietly handling numerous matters on his own.
Even Dungeon conquests were well within their capability to resolve.
“I suddenly entered the Ragnarok Region and got dragged out, so I thought something was wrong with my body.”
“Nothing’s wrong with you. You said Ye-ah noona just pressured you to come out, so you did.”
“We warned him multiple times that we shouldn’t go in like that, but he went anyway out of necessity. And when Ye-ah told him to come out, he just… came out?”
“Yeah.”
Sung Ji-wook gave her a puzzled look, as if questioning why she was asking something so obvious.
If Yeom Ye-ah made a request of Jung Hwan-jae, he would naturally comply—that much was certain.
Sung Mi-ju was aware of the subtle current flowing between the two, but she hadn’t expected it to be this pronounced.
Come to think of it, he simply showed no interest in most things, but once he became fixated on something, he would cling to it beyond imagination.
Sometimes it was Dungeon conquests, sometimes coffee, and rarely, equipment.
But a person? This was the first time.
“Noona, if you keep making that face, the Guild Master might run away before he even arrives.”
“Has the Guild Master ever been intimidated by my face? Say something that makes sense.”
Sung Mi-ju exhaled a long sigh.
This was the first time he had moved so impulsively, which caught her slightly off guard.
Even before Yeom Ye-ah arrived, Jung Hwan-jae would often leave.
“But since Ye-ah came, he’s never gone anywhere alone or left the Guild unattended. So he really did go to see Ye-ah?”
“Yeah. I have a feeling about it.”
Sung Mi-ju sighed with an expression that questioned what kind of intuition he was relying on, then sat down on the edge of Jung Hwan-jae’s desk.
She tapped her cheek thoughtfully before continuing.
“And this message he left? There should be at least a month before Kim Kyung-hoon makes any truly dangerous decision.”
Sung Mi-ju mimicked Jung Hwan-jae’s tone and pulled up the message window she’d seen dozens of times into the air.
A message accessible only to Sung Mi-ju and Sung Ji-wook.
Jung Hwan-jae knew that Sung Ji-wook would never keep any secret from his sister and would eventually confess everything.
Therefore, the message was written with the assumption that whatever Sung Ji-wook knew, Sung Mi-ju would naturally know as well—and that assumption was accurate.
There should be at least a month before Kim Kyung-hoon makes any truly dangerous decision. I need to make a quick trip to the United States during that time. I apologize for leaving only this message due to the urgency.
Based on the patterns observed in other Dungeons, I don’t think another Fusion Dungeon will appear domestically, but please check whether Dungeon fragments are circulating through the Black Market or not.
Lastly, unless something major happens, you probably won’t hear from me personally. If anyone contacts you, tell them the Guild Master is away. Don’t worry—I’ve already spoken directly with the Vice Guild Master.
It was quite courteous, yet utterly cryptic.
Since he hadn’t properly explained what this sudden urgent matter was, those left behind were naturally consumed with worry.
When Nike discovered him, he showed no sign of distress.
“When I called him, he just apologized profusely and prostrated himself, so I couldn’t even bring myself to be angry.”
“Well, you’re always quick to apologize. And you should apologize for something like that anyway, so it’s only natural, right?”
After that, he apologized to the other members of Hanttae, including Sung Ji-wook, for the sudden relocation.
The people of Hanttae all thought to themselves, “It must be because of Yeom Ye-ah,” but deliberately didn’t show it.
Did the two of them know that the entire nation was essentially keeping silent about the relationship between Jung Hwan-jae and Yeom Ye-ah?
“Actually, monitoring the Black Market or things like that isn’t really that difficult.”
“Then why are you complaining so much?”
“I just needed to vent.”
Sung Mi-ju sighed and struck Jung Hwan-jae’s desk with her fist in frustration.
Since there was no way to know how or where information might leak, detailed matters could only be discussed face-to-face.
“Kim Kyung-hoon seems to be trying to find Dungeon Fragments, doesn’t he?”
“One hundred percent. But it seems like most of the people trying to kill Handlers are interested in that more than Kim Kyung-hoon is.”
“Where do these people even come from naturally? I mean, where does that psychology itself come from—the idea that you can only win by killing Handlers?”
Sung Ji-wook clicked his tongue lightly and pulled up the list of those who had purchased Dungeon Fragments.
Most of the names were unfamiliar.
“It’s really convenient that all records become data.”
Transactions of Dungeon Fragments were also recorded and preserved as data.
All data was subordinated to the Valkyrie Network, and if one had access to that network, it was entirely possible to verify it.
Only the top twenty Rankers in the world had access here.
“But how can we tell if these people are connected to the ones killing Handlers or to Kim Kyung-hoon?”
“Right?”
If a list related to Handler murders could be obtained that easily, Dante wouldn’t have to work so hard.
As the two of them were wracking their brains, the phone in Jung Hwan-jae’s room rang.
“You said no personal calls would come in.”
Sung Mi-ju, speaking with displeasure, picked up the phone.
“Hello. The Guild Master is currently unavailable. Your business should be directed to——.”
―This is Harp. Please come right now.

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