The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 153

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————

Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Episode 153
“At least the medicine wasn’t damaged. That’s a relief.”
Hwa-jon forgave us with gentle compassion, despite being pelted with debris across his entire body.
When we explained that we’d panicked due to the sudden loss of contact and rushed in, he simply responded with a calm acceptance.
He even mentioned how fortunate it was that he could treat his own injuries himself.
I found myself wondering if we should have him checked back in Korea to verify he wasn’t actually an angel.
“I didn’t realize I’d been inside for so many days without stepping outside.”
“Well, since you have a bathroom and everything inside, and you asked us to bring meals up to you, it’s understandable.”
Because he handled most things so effortlessly on his own, our attention toward him had grown dull.
“It’s fine. Actually, I was just thinking of calling you all.”
“I see…”
I felt guilty for neglecting him, only to suddenly remember him now.
Yet instead of thinking it through more carefully, we’d burst in so abruptly.
Even though Hwa-jon hadn’t expressed a single word of anger, we sat in formal seiza as if we were being punished, listening to his words.
Though he’d invited us multiple times to sit comfortably, we couldn’t bring ourselves to stretch our legs after committing such a transgression.
With not just the Hanttae Guild members, but Rosalind Brown and Dante Brown sitting with solemn expressions, there was nothing more to say.
“Look at this.”
Realizing our resolve was firm, Hwa-jon abandoned his attempts at persuasion and showed us the Okwanhdan.
It felt like being treated like a child.
I’d only heard that he was working to create it, but this was my first time seeing the actual thing.
“The original Okwanhdan should have a slightly whiter hue than this. However, obtaining those materials is difficult…”
The Okwanhdan was a spiritual elixir created in the world of Hwa-jon’s handlers, containing ingredients that could no longer be found on Earth.
He’d done his best to substitute with materials obtainable within Dungeons.
But no matter how hard he searched, he couldn’t replicate it perfectly, he said, shaking his head.
“Still, this appears quite precious as it is.”
“Right. Just eating it seems like it would make your body incredibly healthy.”
The pearlescent white pills emanated the fragrant aroma we’d detected at the doorway.
The kind of scent that lifted your spirits just from smelling it.
Simply inhaling that fragrance made the mana within my body seem to stir with anticipation.
“How many did you make in total?”
“Just over twenty.”
Despite visiting so many Dungeons, he hadn’t managed to create even thirty.
There wasn’t enough to feed everyone in the Hanttae Guild.
Though initially he’d said it would be fortunate to make five, this was already significant progress.
Even if I wanted more, I couldn’t push Hwa-jon back into a Dungeon alive.
He handed one pill each to Dante and Rosalind Brown, who were examining the Okwanhdan with curiosity.
“No, please. We couldn’t. There’s barely enough for the Hanttae members…”
“No. I didn’t create this to make Guild Hanttae more impressive. I made it to give necessary things to those who need them.”
He added that if necessary, he would even share this with people he’d never met before.
In truth, this was Hwa-jon’s personal possession, and we had no right to restrict it.
Knowing this, neither Jung Hwan-jae nor I said anything, yet only the two recipients seemed restless.
“No, but what if I take this and reclaim the number one ranking position…?”
“I said I’d distribute them to others if needed, not that I wouldn’t give any to Ye-ah or the Guild Master. You don’t need to worry.”
The tone was unfailingly kind yet resolute.
Dante accepted it with quiet reverence.
Rosalind Brown had already eagerly taken the Okwanhdan the moment she received permission, rolling it between her palms.
“Do I just swallow it?”
“No, you place it in your mouth and let it blend properly with your mana. You need to understand the flow of mana well… Simply put, think of it like adapting a new skill to your body.”
“Ah, a skill.”
“Don’t take it right away—you can put it in your mouth whenever you think you might actually die like this.”
“So it’s like a cure…”
“If I had to be precise… no, it’s a cure. It can also serve as a supplement to facilitate mana flow, so use it wisely when necessary. I could make more if I had the materials, but obtaining those materials themselves is difficult.”
He seemed to give up on explaining something complicated and compressed his explanation instead.
He bowed his head, saying he’d give some to us when we went to Korea, then slowly looked around the circle of people seated before him.
“Thank you for giving me such an opportunity when I didn’t even know what was proper. It’s humble as repayment, but…”
“No. Nike has already received more than enough in return, and rather, it’s our turn to repay you.”
“To be precise, it wasn’t Nike but Dante Brown who benefited greatly.”
Rosalind Brown, speaking with a slightly grumbling tone, rose to her feet accordingly.
“I’ll give thanks on behalf of the Brown Family, not Nike. Dante Brown and I may never become close, but we’ve both decided to make Hanttae our top priority if anything happens.”
“Is this a promise made as a hunter as an individual, not as Nike?”
Jung Hwan-jae opened his mouth as if to clarify the facts.
Rosalind Brown laughed pleasantly and shrugged her shoulders.
“Does it matter? In the end, Rosalind Brown and Dante Brown are Nike, and Nike is the Brown Family.”

* * *
The next day, we boarded a teleportation gate and returned to Korea immediately.
Rosalind Brown, who had tried to slip onto the teleportation gate to follow us, was arrested on the spot, while Dante saw us off from a distance.
The moment we departed, Nike arrested Shunt under the pretext that he had spread various articles damaging the guild’s honor.
Those who had enjoyed reading his articles, as well as those who sometimes grew indignant at the rumors he fabricated, all became obsessed with this news.
It was an incident where one Ranker directly confronted another Ranker.
Moreover, because Dante had defended his honor for the first time in a long while by putting Nike’s name front and center.
Dante, the Guild Master of Nike, declared that he would hold Shunt accountable, citing not only that Shunt had insulted Nike but also that he had caused unpleasant experiences for the Hanttae hunters who had graciously made the journey to this country.
“To the Guild Master of Hanttae, a rival but someone I respect, and for my insufficient treatment of his guild members that necessitated this visit—I offer my sincere apologies.”
The carefully crafted article was released, and people responded exactly as anticipated.
More things went smoothly than expected. At least, regarding this matter.
“While we were working like madmen at the Research Institute, those two apparently went on a pleasant date.”
“A date, you say….”
“Going to the United States because of urgent business, my foot.”
The moment we returned to Hanttae, I had to endure alternating scolding from Sung Ji-wook and Sung Mi-ju.
Above all, Sung Mi-ju grew indignant upon hearing about the matter with Harp, insisting that if such things were to occur, they should be informed beforehand so proper countermeasures could be prepared.
“…I-it was said that matters like this are best kept to a minimum number of people….”
“Then shouldn’t that minimum number of people be standing their ground so they can respond to the situation?”
Sung Mi-ju’s piercing gaze turned toward Jung Hwan-jae.
Jung Hwan-jae, who had nothing to say for abandoning his post irresponsibly, lowered his head.
If it were me, I’d probably play dumb or make excuses when scolded like this, but he was being reprimanded with remarkable earnestness.
Though it was true he had made a mistake.
After he had been properly chastised, he cautiously opened his mouth.
“I did receive a report on what Researcher Harp told us.”
That Ragnarok and the dungeon fragments emanated the same aura, and that this stimulated negative emotions in humans.
And even the list of those who had purchased the dungeon fragments.
Whether these individuals were connected to the staff member killers remained unknown.
“Since we discovered that at least one person matches someone we captured when we initially rescued Hunter Dan Myeong-ah, we’ve at least obtained a thread to follow.”
Sung Ji-wook, who had been reporting with a formal expression despite being quite upset, wore a tired look.
Even without seeing it, it was obvious how much hardship they must have endured to uncover even that much, given their position to conduct the investigation.
“We should go see Researcher Harp directly…?”
“Not today. You need to recover from the journey first.”
Sung Mi-ju and Sung Ji-wook, insisting I had no reason to be scolded, pushed me toward the dormitory and took Jung Hwan-jae away with them.
I watched his retreating figure for a moment before moving forward.
As I walked quietly toward the dormitory, my shadow gradually lengthened, and before I knew it, someone had begun walking beside me.
“Ye-ah, shall we walk together?”
It was Liri.

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————