The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 203

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Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Side Story 3-3
Side Story 3-3. My Husband’s Getting Fluffy
Want to know the truth?
I’m convinced Lucy deliberately chose today for this.
How perfect. Of all times, he picked a moment when the ideal cast of characters to tease Jung Hwan-jae had gathered in one place!
If Dante and Rosalind Brown ever found out, they’d spare no effort in mocking my husband in his current canine state.
I settled him onto my lap and gently stroked his back.
“Whimper.”
He was desperately trying to communicate something.
With paws that couldn’t even properly extend their claws, he scratched frantically at my thighs—ticklish, nothing more.
My limit was restraining the urge to lift him up and shower him with kisses until he lost his mind.
“I can’t do that, Jung Hwan-jae. It wouldn’t be fair to lift the debuff just because two people are coming over.”
“Whine…?”
Shock glistened in his round eyes.
It was as if he was asking, ‘You understood everything I said, and you’re still refusing?’
Those glistening eyes made him even more endearing, so I steeled my resolve.
Yeom Ye-ah, you can’t weaken in a situation like this.
If I let him cry… no, that’s not it. What I mean is…
“Our anniversary is coming up soon anyway. Can’t you think of this as a special event for that day?”
“…”
Jung Hwan-jae, who had been whimpering and expressing his discontent, suddenly fell silent at my trump card: the mention of our anniversary.
I’d noticed he’d been busily preparing something for a while now.
Last year’s anniversary coincided with the Ranking Tournament, resulting in an unprecedented spectacle.
‘The grand wedding of Ranking 1st Hunter Yeom Ye-ah and 2nd Hunter Jung Hwan-jae took place last year, and now they’ve stepped onto the battlefield to commemorate their marriage!’
What kind of couple fights a real duel on their anniversary?
Once we started fighting, we couldn’t see anything else, so we went all out.
Every year we’d trade places or share the 1st and 2nd rankings, but this year I lost my 1st place position to him.
“Whine, whimper…”
After deliberating for a while, Jung Hwan-jae protested again, tapping my thigh with his paw.
It seemed like an argument that with such a small body, he couldn’t find a proper gift or throw a party.
When had I ever asked him to do such things?
“Besides, it’s a day just for us two to celebrate. What do we need a party for? As for gifts, we can exchange them later. This is my chance to get back at you for scarring my face.”
“…!”
His face instantly filled with shock.
This was my trump card, and I’d been reluctant to use it.
I still didn’t think Jung Hwan-jae was at fault.
During the Ranking Tournament, it’s nearly impossible to avoid injuring your opponent, and we inevitably wounded each other multiple times.
Of course, we rarely left visible scars on each other’s faces.
‘Y-Ye-ah…’
‘Oh, I twisted my body to dodge. It’s fine. It’ll disappear when I leave the arena. D-don’t cry, Jung Hwan-jae! Ugh, what do I do. Are you crying?’
In my haste to dodge his attack, I twisted my body awkwardly, and my cheek grazed against something sharp.
It was barely a scratch, yet Jung Hwan-jae remained despondent for the entire three weeks that followed.
He even insisted that if there was any way to repay that debt, he would do anything—I just had to ask.
I told him I’d let him know someday when I remembered, and left it at that.
I hadn’t planned to use it today, but after the words left my mouth, I watched his expression carefully—the small puppy had gone completely quiet.
….
“So you’ll stay like this for a few days, right?”
“Whimper….”
The weakness in that voice made its meaning unmistakably clear.
He’d surrendered to my demand.
I smiled faintly and gently stroked his body. In that moment, I was grateful I hadn’t given him a definitive answer earlier and had kept it pending instead.

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“Ye-ah, it’s been so long.”
“Ye-ah!”
Dante caught Rosalind Brown as she rushed toward me, ready to throw her arms around me, and laughed good-naturedly.
Watching her punch her older brother, it seemed the sibling bond between them remained as strong as ever.
“Yes, have you been doing well?”
“Oh, you know, same as always.”
“Let go. Damn it, Dante. Just being on the same plane as you is a disgrace to our family.”
A new insult, perhaps.
Dante laughed it off with a casual “haha,” clearly accustomed to this level of profanity, and continued to block Rosalind Brown with practiced ease as he approached me.
“Hmm? Who’s that?”
“Oh, say hello. Isn’t he cute?”
Jung Hwan-jae, nestled in my arms, stared intently at Dante.
He was trying to send a wary glance, but his naturally docile appearance made the effect rather negligible.
Dante and Rosalind Brown’s faces melted with affection in an instant as they leaned down to examine Jung Hwan-jae.
“Is he a new family member?”
“He’s shy around strangers, so please don’t get too close.”
“Oh, sorry! He’s just so adorable I couldn’t help myself. Should I not touch him then? Hi there? Hi there? What’s this precious little one’s name?”
“How does his coat shine like that? I can tell how much you love him, Ye-ah. How do you manage his dental care? What do you feed him? Our Max just started eating raw food….”
Dante and Rosalind Brown were so absorbed in talking about the dog that they seemed to have completely forgotten about Jung Hwan-jae.
I had no idea the siblings owned a dog.
“What’s his name, anyway?”
“Oh, it’s Lulu.”
I answered shamelessly.
I thought I heard Lucy spitting something out from somewhere, but I didn’t pay it any mind.
Hwan-jae, I’ve gotten my revenge for you.
They showed me photos of their own Doberman and boasted endlessly, then continued to shower praise on how well Jung Hwan-jae’s coat was maintained.
They asked so many questions without pause that I, having never actually raised a dog before, was breaking into a cold sweat internally.
Fortunately, Liri was feeding me information in real-time, so I managed to answer frantically.
Besides, though we were still clumsy at it, Jung Hwan and I had been preparing for the adoption, so we’d already decided on a few things beforehand.
[Liri: She has allergies, so you need to be selective about what food you give her!]
“Ah, this little one has allergies. You need to be careful about what you feed her.”
“Really? Yeah, especially with chicken allergies—lots of dogs have that. When we get back to the United States, why don’t we send over what Max eats? Rosalind.”
“Of course! Oh, but this little one is so tiny she couldn’t eat half of what Max does. How can something be this adorable? Like a fairy.”
Did they know?
That the puppy they were praising as such an adorable little fairy was the Guild Master of Hanttae, who found her utterly revolting every time she saw her….
I didn’t hold back my laughter and simply nodded in agreement.
“Right? She’s absolutely precious.”
“What does Reaper say about this little one?”
Rosalind Brown finally lifted her gaze, as if she’d only just remembered his existence while unable to tear her eyes away from Jung Hwan-jae.
“Come to think of it, where did that person go anyway?”
Dante also seemed to have only just noticed his absence.
“Ah, he had to step away for an urgent matter today. I apologize. Would it be alright with just me?”
“Of course it would! We came to see Ye-ah, not him!”
“It’s nothing particularly important anyway.”
“Jung Hwan-jae seems to like it too. Though, since she’s so small, they seem a bit uncertain how to handle her.”
The siblings nodded in agreement.
“Well, Reaper is pretty big, after all.”
“You’ll have to watch your step carefully to see this little one. This adorable Lulu might even be afraid of Jung Hwan.”
“She’ll definitely be scared, won’t she? It’s Reaper, after all.”
Right now we’re having a conversation….
We’re talking badly about my husband, yet it would be strange if I weren’t angry at all, wouldn’t it?
But I keep laughing anyway.
Jung Hwan-jae, who’d been listening to their conversation from my lap, suddenly jumped up and bared his teeth at Dante and Rosalind Brown, letting out a small growl.
So very small, and so brave….
Such a pitiful little sound.
The siblings, who had been laughing, froze in place as they watched Jung Hwan-jae, and a few seconds later, their expressions became deeply moved.
“So that’s what dogs do…. They get upset when you speak ill of their family? Oh, I’m really sorry. I won’t do that again.”
“I was joking. Little prince. Your master is one of the most powerful people protecting this land. She’s married to a woman who’s lovable beyond measure. When your other master comes back later, be sure to tell him: ‘Take good care of Ye-ah!'”
Because of Rosalind Brown’s playful words, my face was now burning hot.
Jung Hwan-jae, who had been baring his teeth as if he were about to bite the siblings, gradually became docile.
Having suddenly become gentle as if it were all a lie, he soon let out a small bark.
“Woof.”
As if to say, I understand.
I can’t take this. I can’t take this.

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