The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 46

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Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Episode 046
The duel between Yeom and Hwa-jon comes to an end.
Due to Hwa-jon’s surrender, Yeom is declared the victor.
I stared at the notification window materializing before my eyes and simply collapsed where I stood. My legs had given out without my realizing it.
White petals scattered through the air, and the moment Hwa-jon turned his gaze toward me as I sat crumpled on the ground, the entire environment shifted.
In an instant, we were back in front of the Divine Temple entrance. I remained in that ungainly, collapsed state.
I’d won.
To be honest, I’d done nothing. If Hwa-jon had truly committed himself to this ranking match, I would have been nothing.
When he approached to feed me information, I couldn’t even defend myself, let alone dodge. What if what touched me hadn’t been his gentle voice, but a weapon instead?
I might have been eliminated in mere seconds.
I pushed myself off the ground and barely managed to stand.
How was I supposed to face the remaining ranking matches? Just thinking about the week-long tournament ahead filled me with dread.
As I staggered outside, I saw figures rushing toward me. Jung Hwan-jae at the front was practically flying.
“Ye—”
If Sung Ji-wook hadn’t desperately thrown himself forward to clamp Jung Hwan-jae’s mouth shut, he would have called me by my name before even assessing the situation.
He casually brushed aside the man who’d flung his entire body to silence himself, then approached me with an expression bordering on panic. Grabbing my shoulders, he frantically examined me all over.
He was so urgent that he didn’t even control his strength. As he spun me around by both shoulders, my feet lifted off the ground.
I blinked at him awkwardly. Nothing had happened just moments ago.
“Are you alright? The distance suddenly narrowed, and I thought you might have been attacked.”
“No, actually you helped me. Look, I’m fine.”
For some reason, I always found myself acting tough in front of Jung Hwan-jae.
Perhaps it was because I wanted him to see me not merely as someone to protect, but as a true comrade.
Or maybe I craved the opportunity to prove my usefulness. Whatever the reason, here I was acting strong again, despite having cowered and collapsed mere moments before.
Hwa-jon, who had been walking leisurely from behind, caught sight of me and Jung Hwan-jae, then smiled gently.
He seemed to be on good terms with the other hunters as well—I noticed the Sung siblings bowing their heads to him. He accepted their greeting with that same smile, then slowly blinked.
It was truly instantaneous.
The moment my feet touched the ground, wind seemed to rush past from beside me.
“Hunter Jung Hwan, you certainly choose a violent approach to greetings.”
“I’m not usually one to favor violence either.”
Jung Hwan-jae had already summoned his scythe through mana and pressed it against Hwa-jon’s neck.
Yet Hwa-jon, despite having his life threatened by the rank one hunter, maintained a composed expression. His smile from moments before remained unchanged.
The blood drained from my entire body. Nothing had actually happened, and if anything, considering what lay ahead for me, his surrender had been remarkably merciful.
He’d even helped with the debuff, and he could have defeated me easily yet chose to surrender instead. But Jung Hwan-jae clearly didn’t see it that way.
Though his face remained calm, the rippling scythe blade looked ominous.
People’s gazes naturally turned toward them, but the intense mana fluctuations prevented anyone from approaching.
He seemed intent on escalating further, spinning the scythe to cut through the surrounding space. What I expected to be hot wind instead erupted into crimson flames consuming the area.
“Hey! Stop this right now!”
“Organizers, are you seeing this? What’s Baldur doing?”
Baldur Corporation announces: All situations are being monitored. We warn that any injuries occurring in ranking match venues outside the Training Arena will result in severe penalties.
Multiple voices and an increasingly urgent notification window.
Yet even in this situation, Jung Hwan-jae showed no sign of backing down.
The flames had completely isolated him from others, and whether by his intention or not, I’d been caught within the inferno as well, leaving me helpless to act.
Since the organizers had stepped in to impose restrictions, I could assume the two of them wouldn’t actually come to blows.
That’s how it should be.
But as their momentum showed no signs of diminishing, I was about to step forward to intervene or perhaps sing something to defuse the tension.
“I’m not entirely sure why I should be threatened to this extent. Are you disappointed because this isn’t a fair duel? Did you feel I, a contract healer, was beneath your notice?”
“Dante is coming. He and Rosalind specifically entered Korea before teleporting directly to the ranking tournament venue.”
Hwa-jon’s expression shifted for the first time.
A suspicious wind swirled around us. I’d felt this wind just moments before.
A fresh yet profound wind intensified Jung Hwan-jae’s flames. This was Hwa-jon’s mana.
The name Dante resonated clearly in my mind. I was certain I’d heard that hunter alias somewhere before, but where exactly? If I’d known I’d become a hunter, I should have memorized the names of the top rankers.
I’d been so fixated on the fact that Korea’s top-ranked hunter was number one that I’d only retained his name.
“The fact that both of them came together means…”
“Yes, this time they’re planning to either properly check Korean hunters or extract personnel from Korean guilds overseas. They’re likely planning to recruit you first, since you currently have no affiliation.”
“No, Jung Hwan. You’ve been so cooperative with keeping this secret—there’s no need to lie to me.”
Hwa-jon smiled faintly and turned to look at me. Despite being trapped here unavoidably, I felt caught eavesdropping.
As I awkwardly rolled my eyes, Jung Hwan-jae’s gaze also turned toward me.
When both of them looked at me with such intensity, I didn’t know where to put myself.
Just as I was about to say something absurd like preferring the Guild Master’s face to Hwa-jon’s, the latter’s voice broke the silence.
“If your contract healer demonstrates exceptional skill during the ranking tournament, Dante’s side will certainly try to recruit them.”
“…I won’t deny it. Rosalind is in the same guild as Dante, and if things continue as they are…”
“If they do, you won’t be able to avoid Yeom displaying their abilities in front of Rosalind, and once Dante sees that, he’ll definitely make a move.”
Jung Hwan-jae exhaled deeply. His scythe had already been withdrawn.
If I were to face Rosalind, wouldn’t I be completely overwhelmed? Unless she deliberately toyed with me.
But listening to Hwa-jon’s words, that possibility seemed real.
She’d already tried to humiliate me during our last gathering.
“However, there’s nothing I can do to help you right now. If I’d known beforehand, I might have approached things more aggressively…”
Jung Hwan-jae suddenly stepped closer to me.
Standing as if to shield me, he spoke calmly.
“Hanttae is a powerful guild, but its history is short and it has many enemies. We lose many members to Nike with each ranking tournament. Until now, I’ve respected their choices and transfers, but I’ve also reached a point where I cannot back down.”
“Yes, that seems to be the case. It looks good.”
I remembered the name Nike—a prestigious, large-scale guild ranked first overseas.
Jung Hwan-jae had continuously received offers from them but rejected them all to establish Hanttae.
Hwa-jon let out a laugh whose meaning I couldn’t quite grasp.
Yet Jung Hwan-jae, still composed, wrapped an arm around my shoulders.
As his large hand guided me closer, he responded again.
“Guild Master…”
“That’s why Hanttae must become stronger. So that no one is left as a second choice.”
Was he talking about me?
I was confident that even if someone offered me a fortune elsewhere, I wouldn’t leave. But I understood his anxiety.
Honestly, if I weren’t in this situation, I’d hesitate the moment I heard the name Nike.
Hwa-jon stared intently at Jung Hwan-jae’s face, waiting for what came next. His lips moved.
“Come to Hanttae.”
It was the development I’d anticipated. Hwa-jon tilted his head as if he’d already grasped that much.
But the words that followed far exceeded my expectations.
“So please become the strength behind my exclusive healer.”
“Pardon?”

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