The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 205

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Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Side Story 3-5
Side Story 3-5. My Husband is All Fluffy
Unlike the other dogs I’d seen in videos, he remained perfectly still throughout the entire bath.
Perhaps it was only natural.
Even though he’d become a dog, his soul hadn’t transformed into one.
He didn’t splash water at me, nor did he flee from my touch in protest.
When I asked about the water temperature, he even nodded obediently in response—I couldn’t have asked for an easier bath time.
I was tempted to brag to Dante and Rosalind later about how effortless bathing our Lucy was.
“But how will you explain this later?”
Jung Hwan-jae, looking rather pitiful with his wet fur, lifted his head and gazed at me.
As if asking what needed explaining.
I knew it was pointless to worry about this now, but still…
“Dante and Rosalind will think Lucy just vanished overnight, won’t they?”
“Mung.”
“Of course it matters. We’re responsible for a life, and it suddenly disappeared.”
“Woof.”
“Any person who acts unbothered when their family vanishes overnight is a psychopath.”
It hadn’t been part of the plan until now, but after spending today with him, the thought suddenly occurred to me.
“Actually, raising a dog doesn’t seem like such a bad idea.”
It was something we’d only been planning for so long.
“Woof.”
“Though I imagine taking responsibility for a real life wouldn’t be this easy. A dog isn’t my husband, after all.”
I playfully tapped his nose, and he rubbed his face against my finger as if acting cute.
Had he already grown accustomed to this small form?
I knew he was behaving this affectionately because I was the one in front of him.
I smiled softly and continued.
“We were already preparing for this anyway. It feels like fate.”
He didn’t answer, but the moment I saw those bright eyes, I knew he agreed with me.
We’d been seriously preparing and studying for the past few months, considering whether to bring a dog into our home.
After finishing the bath properly, I carried him out to the bedroom.
“Aren’t you cold?”
“Mung.”
“You’re already small, but that’s quite a fluffy size.”
“…”
Jung Hwan-jae looked at me as though he’d heard something deeply insulting.
Ah, I really need to be more careful about teasing the person I love.
But when I recalled how his wet fur clung to his body, I couldn’t help myself.
That moment when the already tiny puppy became even smaller.
I gently wrapped a towel around his body and carefully dried away the moisture from his fur.
“I’ll go wash up too.”
“…Whimper.”
Jung Hwan-jae’s voice sounded more sorrowful than anything I’d heard all day.
Then again, ever since we married, he’d cherished our bathing time above all else.
Whether we soaked together in the tub or squeezed into the narrow shower booth—it didn’t matter.
But I couldn’t very well take a tiny puppy in there with me, could I?
In the end, I left the freshly fluffed Jung Hwan-jae on the bed and rushed through my shower like I was roasting beans over lightning, then hurried back.
Returning to the bedroom with nothing but a towel draped around me, the black puppy sprawled across the king-size bed suddenly sprang to his feet.
The bed was so enormous that he looked like a tiny black bean abandoned on the sheets.
“Just one photo.”
Before getting dressed, I hastily snapped a picture and pulled him into my arms.
In my embrace, he seemed to have felt the loneliness of those few minutes, pressing his body against mine.
“Have you really become a puppy? To experience separation anxiety in just those few minutes.”
“Whimper.”
He gazed to one side as if protesting.
Following his gaze, I noticed the digital clock on the wall.
The time had just crossed midnight.
“Oh my…”
I understood what he meant. Today was our third wedding anniversary.
I let out a soft laugh and rubbed my nose against his.
“I understand. I’ll change you back.”
It was a song I hadn’t sung in quite some time.
Even if we breathe different air in different worlds
I can still feel you
Because we are each other
[‘Because We Are Each Other’ is being cast.]
Unlike the previous dungeon, the voice came with only a very gentle ocarina-like accompaniment.
Before the third verse ended, the puppy in my arms vanished.
Suddenly, I found myself nestled in Jung Hwan-jae’s embrace, sitting upon his lap.
“It’s been a while, and you’re so much bigger now, Hwan-jae.”
As I spoke teasingly, he pulled me closer by the waist, looking forlorn.
“It seems Ye-ah prefers me when I’m small.”
“When else would I ever get to experience something like that?”
He brought a hair dryer and began drying my hair, perhaps worried I might catch a cold again.
If the second-ranked healer caught a cold just from not drying her hair completely, that would be rather embarrassing.
But knowing how much he loved this moment as much as bathing together with me, I obediently offered my head.
“Your hair has grown quite long.”
“Yes, would you prefer it short?”
“Anything is fine.”
“What if I shaved it all off?”
“That would be fine too.”
I felt a love so steadfast that no matter what I said, it would neither falter nor retreat.
Without thinking, I burst into laughter.
“Lucy has done such wonderful things for me.”
“When Lucy suddenly heard that we were preparing to adopt a puppy, he brought something good, so I went out at dawn. I trusted someone I shouldn’t have. I thought it might be a surprise gift.”
“You were trying to give me a surprise gift? Do you still have something left to give me? Unless a vacation dungeon suddenly appears somewhere, I don’t think there’s anything left to give. And didn’t I tell you not to give me gifts?”
Jung Hwan-jae, who had been steadfast against any joke, began to falter.
“W-well, you did say not to give gifts, but…”
In any case, people are truly defenseless against such words.
Seeing him continue to blow air on my already-dried hair, I thought he’d burn it if I didn’t stop him. I took his hand and lowered it, then kissed his cheek.
“I was joking.”
“No, I know…”
“If you know, why are you malfunctioning like this? So you went thinking it was a surprise gift—why did you take medicine?”
“I heard Hwa-jon made it, and since it supposedly helps us find a friend suited to us… but I didn’t quite trust it, so I took it first. If something was wrong, I wanted to stop it at my end.”
It would have been quite a sight if we’d both taken it together.
Both of us shrunk down with no one to clean up the mess.
The Hanttae Guild members who came running first would have confirmed this disaster, and word would have spread throughout the neighborhood.
That might have been rather amusing too. I found myself laughing without realizing it.
“So you ended up not preparing a gift?”
“Because Ye-ah told me not to…”
“But just in case, Lucy had prepared something, so I went to check?”
The more he spoke, the more I felt him stumbling over his words. I wonder if he realizes how adorable he is when he’s this clumsy.
“Then let’s celebrate by welcoming our new family member this afternoon.”
“Yes, we’ll go to the Abandoned Dog Protection Center…”
He cleared his throat mid-answer and put away the hair dryer.
He loosened the towel wrapped around his body and pulled on his clothes.
Jung Hwan-jae naturally took the wet towel and embraced me from behind.
“Why? Because you love me?”
I asked casually, as if I already knew everything, and his low laughter poured down the back of my neck.
“How can you see through everything I’m about to say like that?”
“Even if I know, I’ll listen to you say it one more time, so please tell me.”
He naturally turned my body to meet my gaze.
Bending slightly at the waist, he smiled softly at the same eye level as always. My eyes curved into crescents in response.
“I love you.”
“How much?”
“More than you love me.”
“That’s too subjective and cowardly an answer.”
When I playfully scolded him, he laughed along and tossed the towel aside.
Along with a red skill, the towel flew toward the laundry basket somewhere in the home.
Honestly, that’s such a waste of talent. All because he hates being even a few steps away.
Jung Hwan-jae lifted me up and walked toward the bed.
“Must it be a Dungeon?”
I draped my arm naturally around his neck, then blinked. What kind of nonsensical thing was I saying now?
“A Dungeon?”
He tilted his head in confusion at my question, then continued playfully.
“Does the rest you receive truly have to come from a Dungeon? Wouldn’t another way work?”
Just moments ago, he’d been flustered by nothing more than my teasing. I couldn’t help but laugh.
“No, a Dungeon that the black puppy brings back would be fine too.”

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