The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 198

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Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Side Story 2-1
“You know guns are my specialty, yet here you are.”
Dante chuckled, resting his chin in his hand.
A white water gun was pressed against the back of his head.
Despite the weapon aimed at his skull—one that looked ready to discharge at any moment—he gazed forward with perfect composure.
His demeanor suggested: go ahead and shoot if you dare.
“Guns might be your specialty, but I wonder if this counts as one?”
The person holding the gun pulled the trigger without hesitation.
A torrent of water burst forth as if on cue, drenching Dante’s hair spectacularly.
“Rosalind, you can’t keep pranking our guests like this.”
He wrung out his dripping hair with a melancholic smile.
Rosalind Brown opened her mouth with a contrasting cheerful grin.
“A prank? I was simply demonstrating the Niche Guild’s best-selling merchandise—the Dante water gun—to our distinguished visitor.”
The largest guild in the United States: Niche.
On the top floor in the Guild Master’s office, the Brown Siblings faced Jung Hwan-jae.
He offered a handkerchief to Dante, who was dripping water everywhere, and sighed.
But it was the siblings who truly deserved to sigh.
“Reaper, I didn’t expect this—you’re surprisingly indecisive. It’s already been a month since you said you’d give Ye-ah a ring. Is ‘I’ll give her the ring after this ranking tournament’ a death flag?”
“The timing just hasn’t felt right.”
“I’ve never heard that giving a ring requires proper timing. Rosalind.”
“I agree.”
Jung Hwan-jae’s expression grew gloomy.
He had only ever received from Yeom Ye-ah, but one day he resolved with genuine conviction to give her couple rings.
A month had passed.
And still, he couldn’t find the right moment.

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-The Ranking 1st place has been decided! No surprises there! Korea’s Hunter Yeom Ye-ah!
-Wow, Hunter Jung Hwan lost the top spot for the first time, but he said he wasn’t disappointed at all—in fact, he was delighted!
-Well, it’s common knowledge now that the two of them are a famous Hunter couple.
More than a week had passed since the Ranking Tournament ended, yet the media still wouldn’t let the story die.
Not long ago, I competed in the Ranking Tournament for the second time in my life.
Until the day before, Jung Hwan-jae had seriously asked me if he could forfeit, but I vehemently refused.
I told him that if he made such a choice this time, he should be prepared for us not to speak for a week.
Faced with such pressure, he relented and promised to approach the match seriously.
‘I’m a dedicated healer and his girlfriend, but first and foremost, I’m a Hunter. I don’t want special treatment.’
‘It’s not about special treatment—it’s simply evident that you’re stronger than me.’
‘The only way to know for certain is to test it directly.’
That was our conversation just before the Ranking Tournament.
Despite my lingering worries, he fought with his full strength during the actual match.
So much so that I occasionally felt myself in genuine danger.
For the first time in ages, I was able to fight without holding back.
I can’t fathom how much effort my Creative Technique poured into elevating my unwavering song.
My victory—disarming him of his weapon.
To be honest, if the battle had dragged on a bit longer as a war of attrition, I think I would have lost.
It was a situation where either of us could have won.
And yet, despite his defeat, Jung Hwan-jae looked at me with an expression of pure joy.
Anyone watching would think he was my father, not my lover. My father.
-Still, it’s a point of pride that Korea and Guild Hanttae continue to hold the world’s 1st place.
-Indeed. Baldur has promised to prepare a Korean-themed set for next year’s Ranking Tournament to commemorate Korea’s consecutive victories in the top spot….
“Even so, this is a bit much….”
Hadn’t this festive atmosphere lasted far too long?
Nearly ten days had passed since the Ranking Tournament ended, yet there was no sign of returning to normalcy.
I had somehow become a legendary figure who saved our nation from apocalypse.
Even when I actually prevented the apocalypse, it wasn’t like this.
As I sighed, a window materialized before my eyes.
[Liri: No amount of celebration could be excessive for this!]
[Liri: I want to congratulate you all over again.]
‘Liri rushed over the moment the Ranking Tournament ended and congratulated me.’
She made such a fuss about how she should pluck the wings off her divine form to give as a gift since she had nothing else to offer.
But even so, she wasn’t nearly as excessive as Jung Hwan-jae.
“Ye-ah.”
“Yes, Jung Hwan-jae?”
I had moved out of the Dormitory.
Into Jung Hwan-jae’s home.
We had been living together for about a month or two now, and through that time, I discovered something.
Jung Hwan-jae maintained his irregular lifestyle with remarkable consistency.
He was a light sleeper with keen night vision—the slightest toss and turn would rouse him—and he was the type who preferred to cook whenever possible.
“Did you shower?”
“Yes. Is it alright if I lie down beside you?”
“This is your home, and this is your bed—our bed. I’ve told you, you don’t need to keep asking for permission. Doesn’t it get tiresome asking every single day?”
He smiled gently and settled beside me.
His damp hair cascaded softly, as though freshly dried.
Naturally, I found myself looking down at him from above.
“I’ve told you countless times it’s fine. Why do you keep asking?”
“Because what was fine yesterday might not be fine today.”
“Still, asking every day must grow tedious for you.”
“Not in the slightest. Does it grow tedious for you to answer me, Ye-ah?”
Jung Hwan-jae gazed at me intently.
His expression conveyed that he found nothing tiresome, but if I said I did, he would stop at once.
He had always been an obedient man to me—then and now.
I laughed, exhaling softly.
“No, it’s not tedious. Somehow, it makes me happy every time.”
“Then I’ll keep asking every day. I love that you find it makes you happy.”
The exhaustion of the day settled across Jung Hwan-jae’s features.
Being a Guild Master was perpetually exhausting, after all.
He could fall asleep the moment he arrived, and I wouldn’t say a word, yet he always preferred to talk before sleep.
I used to sing him to sleep, but now that he can generate mana on his own, he drifts off naturally during our conversations.
It’s thanks to his body’s newfound ability to produce mana properly.
Yet he often feigned childishness, asking me to share my mana with him.
Which was another way of saying he wanted to kiss me.
“Were you watching a broadcast?”
“Just scrolling through short-form videos.”
I’d been mindlessly swiping down, yet no matter how much I scrolled, I kept appearing.
I’d never even searched for myself, so I couldn’t fathom why the algorithm had become this way.
It seemed the entire world had been infected with the Yeom Ye-ah virus.
“I don’t understand why everyone’s making such a fuss.”
“Having the Ranking 1st place emerge from this land is something to be incredibly proud of.”
“When you were 1st, it wasn’t nearly this chaotic.”
Back then, even though I wasn’t particularly interested in hunters, I still knew about the Ranking Tournament.
Society had accepted Jung Hwan-jae’s position as Ranking 1st as perfectly natural.
But now that I’ve reclaimed 1st from him, everyone’s in an uproar.
“People love unexpected developments. Not everyone possesses the discerning eye that I do to recognize your potential….”
“You seem quite proud of having such an eye?”
“I won’t deny it.”
Jung Hwan-jae smiled, pleased that he alone recognized my true worth and was loved by someone who understood it.
Then he launched into another lengthy discourse about how remarkable my accomplishment had been.
Starting with how he’d given his all, only to end up defeated.
He methodically recounted each highlight from Yeom Ye-ah’s Ranking Tournament matches against her other opponents.
He’d said it so many times already that I felt like I could recite it myself.
“Enough.”
I lowered my head and pressed my lips gently against his.
Though the kiss came as a surprise, he naturally cradled the back of my head with his hand.
What I’d intended as a light kiss deepened into something far more lingering.
We didn’t part until quite some time had passed.
“…You’re incorrigible.”
“My apologies. Since you initiated the kiss first, I naturally assumed you meant to share mana with me.”
He knew perfectly well that wasn’t true, yet lately he’d grown shameless enough to gloss over things like this without hesitation.
And I found that I didn’t mind it one bit.
I settled properly beside him and slowly nestled into his embrace. His arms wrapped around me firmly.
“Sleep well.”
“Sweet dreams, Ye-ah.”
My consciousness gradually drifted away.
Unaware that Jung Hwan-jae released a wistful sigh.

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