The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 152

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Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Episode 152
“What happened?”
“Nothing much. I just got hit by Rosalind Brown.”
“…Yes, it does seem that way.”
“She suddenly appeared and started saying she was sorry for everything up until now, that she finally understands how precious family is—that sort of thing—so she hit me.”
Rosalind Brown shook her head.
At first, she was genuinely worried that he’d eaten something bad, and then once she realized he was sincere, she hit him out of sheer revulsion, or so the story goes.
Her older brother, who had treated her like some kind of tool all this time, suddenly acting as though he’d undergone some awakening—wouldn’t anyone find that strange?
“Reality certainly doesn’t resolve itself like a novel, does it?”
“Even I think Dante was rather hasty in his approach.”
Violence isn’t ideal, but in a situation like this, you can’t afford to interfere or hold back.
The pain and anguish Rosalind Brown has endured all this time isn’t something a simple apology could resolve.
[Liri: Still, Ye-ah, you’re grateful that at least he opened the door to conversation, aren’t you?]
‘Of course. If Rosalind really didn’t want to engage with him, she wouldn’t have bothered talking to him at all instead of throwing a punch.’
I can’t claim to know Rosalind Brown intimately. But she wasn’t the type to make time for someone she had no intention of conversing with.
And when Dante was once in real danger, she even came forward and asked me directly to save him.
So their family relationship isn’t entirely beyond redemption.
“Whatever process it takes, I just hope everything ends up working out well.”
“Indeed.”
“I’m standing right here in front of you—do you really have to talk about me like that?”
Dante interjected, as if we were exchanging gossip after everything had concluded, turning our backs on the scene of the incident.
“Dante, I shouldn’t say this, but you look absolutely terrible right now.”
“You threatened that if I used another healer or medicine to treat you, you’d never forgive me, so I haven’t dared to do anything.”
“Don’t worry. I had no intention of healing you anyway, Dante.”
“This is why I like Ye-ah.”
Rosalind Brown flashed me an impossibly bright smile and gave me a thumbs up.
I truly hadn’t left Dante untreated just to cooperate with Rosalind Brown.
This was a matter of courtesy between guilds.
Since those were wounds Rosalind Brown hadn’t treated, it would have looked like overstepping my authority as a member of another guild to treat them myself.
“With the finest healer in Nike right here beside you, I’m sure you’ll be treated safely eventually.”
“My wounds will probably heal faster on their own.”
Dante wore an aggrieved expression, still seemingly oblivious to where his words had gone wrong.
Often, the emotional rifts that form between family members stem from differing understandings on both sides.
Even if Dante interpreted his apology as something that could resolve the matter positively.
Rosalind Brown would need at least an equal amount of time.
Perhaps not, but in any case, she sets that standard, and neither we nor Dante have the right to arbitrarily diminish it.
“Ye-ah will be leaving soon. I’m sorry for showing you such an embarrassing side of your Guild Master. On behalf of the Niche Guild, I apologize.”
Rosalind Brown, the very architect of this embarrassing display, offered a formal apology.
I shook my head graciously, as though there was nothing unforgivable about it.
“Not at all. If it weren’t for Guild Master Dante, I might not have been able to receive such consideration from Nike and undergo all this training.”
“Hanttae supports Dante’s approach, and I’m deeply grateful for the consideration you’ve shown me and my guild members during our stay.”
There was a reason our tone had suddenly become formal.
I could sense Shunt’s mana flow from a distance.
While I couldn’t distinguish everyone’s mana, a sensation that brushes past once becomes etched into each person’s soul.
There was no way I wouldn’t recognize his mana, which we had directly interrogated and analyzed.
He seemed to have forgotten all his memories and come to cover the situation where Dante and I were close together again.
And with Rosalind Brown clinging to us as well, the timing couldn’t be more perfect for him.
“Ah, how did this dungeon clear go?”
We had already prepared a ‘conversation checklist for when Shunt appears’ in anticipation of situations like this.
Each of us opened our system windows.
In the personal notes were the ‘lines’ each person needed to deliver.
‘Ye-ah: (as if suddenly remembering) Ah, how did this dungeon clear go?’
Something along those lines.
“It went well. I was able to have genuine conversations with many people who trusted me and chose to join Niche Guild.”
I had been worried that some other noise might come from Dante’s wound, but in the blink of an eye, he was healed.
I could see a faint light lingering at Rosalind Brown’s fingertips.
Of course—she was someone capable of healing without destructive methods.
Jung Hwan-jae tilted his head slightly.
“People who trusted you and chose Niche Guild, you say?”
“Yes, they said they wanted to be on a team with me, so they chose Niche Guild instead of other guilds.”
Deliberately using the phrase ‘other guilds’ as if scratching at Jung Hwan-jae.
It was behavior that demonstrated Hanttae and Niche Guild still maintained a subtle competitive dynamic.
If we appeared too close, rumors might spread that some kind of deal or conversation had occurred between us. If that happened, it could actually invite suspicion instead.
Dante deliberately acknowledged it had been a good time, mentioning the names of the hunters who had entered that dungeon with us.
“Next time, I’d appreciate it if you’d take me along too.”
And Rosalind Brown, chiming in at just the right moment to contradict Dante.
Everyone who knew about it was aware that the relationship between these siblings wasn’t particularly good.
The fact that dungeon talk was coming directly from Rosalind Brown’s mouth would be quite big news from a reporter’s perspective.
When we drafted the script back then, Rosalind Brown had seemed reluctant, but now it was different.
[Liri: She really does seem to want to go together.]
‘That’s exactly what I mean.’
We continued our quiet conversation, implying that other guild members of Niche who had harbored resentment toward Dante had developed a smooth relationship with him.
I felt Shunt’s mana flow disappear urgently.
Only then did a long sigh escape my lips.
“This is no ordinary matter either.”
“Still, Ye-ah did well.”
“Thank you both. This isn’t something Niche Guild owes—I’ll repay you personally someday.”
I smiled quietly at Dante’s words.
I wasn’t sure if there would ever be a chance to receive repayment.
“By the way, where is the hunter Hwa-jon who came with you? I wanted to have a match with that person.”
Rosalind must have sensed instinctively that the next topic of conversation would be directed at her, for she opened her mouth first.
When Hwa-jon saw Jung Hwan-jae appear suddenly, she wasn’t even surprised, thinking to herself, ‘I never expected him to stay quietly in Korea anyway.’
After he mentioned gathering materials while touring American Dungeons and studying formulas on his own, we’d heard little from him.
“…Is that so?”
He was hardly someone with a faint presence.
We all headed toward the room where Hwa-jon was.
Extremely suspicious white smoke was seeping through the crack in the door.
It was enough to make one wonder if some kind of poison that could bewitch people was leaking out.
“…Senior, have you ever seen a Dungeon Break this quiet?”
“No. I haven’t.”
A Dungeon Break couldn’t possibly be this silent.
Huddled together in front of the door and bracing for the worst, we all poured our mana at once and shattered the door to pieces.
If something had happened to Hwa-jon, we needed to rescue her immediately.
And what unfolded before our eyes was Hwa-jon, who had been packing dozens of brilliant rings into bags one by one, now struck directly by the door fragments.
“Oh.”
“…Did an earthquake happen somewhere, perhaps?”
“Um, well, I’m sorry. Are you alright?”
“I’m not sure why, but I’m fine. Though it seems like fragments are lodged in my side—could you take a look?”
“Yes, of course.”
Why did we do that?
We should have made a phone call, befitting twenty-first century civilization….
But sometimes there are things that cannot be undone, even with regret.

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