The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 49

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Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Episode 049
“That took forever. You came out later than me.”
“What kind of tone is that to use with your senior?”
I hadn’t realized it until now, but Sung Mi-ju had also been competing in the ranking tournament at the same time.
Since we were both guild members, I felt guilty for focusing only on one of us.
However, Sung Mi-ju didn’t seem bothered, apparently assuming people would have watched Jung Hwan-jae’s match.
Jung Hwan-jae walked out through the temple entrance. Though it had only been forty-two seconds, it was clearly an intense battle at first glance, yet not a single thread on his clothes was out of place.
People’s gazes drifted toward Jung Hwan-jae, but they couldn’t easily approach because we were huddled together waiting for him.
I rushed forward and stood before him. I could see he was fine, but I felt the need to examine him more closely.
He looked at me with a puzzled expression, then quietly lowered his head to meet my eye level.
“What is it?”
“Oh, I was just checking to see if you were hurt anywhere.”
“The Guild Master got hurt?”
Sung Mi-ju, who had appeared behind me at some point, burst into laughter as if hearing the funniest thing she’d ever heard.
Was it really that amusing for a dedicated healer to worry about her assigned hunter’s injuries? Of course, I understood that for the number one ranked hunter, getting injured in a situation like this was absurd.
If forty-two seconds was being evaluated as slow, then his normal speed must be incomprehensibly fast.
Honestly, the fact that I could follow his movements with my eyes didn’t make sense.
Embarrassed, I rolled my eyes awkwardly, and Jung Hwan-jae, who had been staring at me, suddenly averted his gaze.
“Well, there are no visible wounds, but the surrounding lava felt quite intense earlier, so I think I may have suffered some minor burns.”
“Burns?”
“Yes.”
‘He should have fire resistance.’
But I could tell he had noticed my embarrassment and was exaggerating to save my face, so I quietly extended my hand.
I couldn’t display my terrible singing ability here. It would be revealed to the world anyway in the next match.
It was naturally something I had to do, and it would be broadcast nationwide regardless, so I wasn’t sure why I felt so embarrassed. Surely word had already spread that the healer from Hanttae was tone-deaf, and that her singing had once knocked out an interviewer.
I cleared my mind and slowly began to hum.
This time it wasn’t a registered song, but a nursery rhyme I’d heard as a child.
Flower Shoes and the Child
The system window that appeared before my eyes displayed the name of the nursery rhyme I was singing.
I had noticed that recently, when I cast healing spells, the incantation sentences had been getting shorter.
After some lengthy preamble, a simple sentence stating what I was casting would appear.
The fact that only the short new skill name came to mind was even praised as remarkable progress.
It was only when searching for songs that the answer would print out slightly longer.
Opening the guide for the first time in a while after learning about Dante yesterday had been helpful. In the meantime, I’d entered dungeons a few more times, so the information I could access had expanded significantly.
Skills begin when you break free from the framework of using only the search function. The Valkyrie Network was also created from zero information value by accumulating the knowledge of countless people. Exclusive skills are ultimately variations of data created by the Valkyrie Network. So don’t rely on the network. Freely enjoy the knowledge it doesn’t teach you.
Valkyrie is the guardian of knowledge. Knowledge is a powerful force that sustains this world. Don’t be constrained. Do your best and pour out everything you have!
I thought it was strange how vague the guide was written, but even a little thought made it clear.
That I could sing songs I knew without searching.
Sometimes even things that aren’t songs are recognized. As long as I think of using them as a weapon.
In fact, when I screamed underwater, it was judged as music and an attack skill was cast, wasn’t it?
Back then, I’d thought it was simply a stroke of fortune that Liri had granted me, but I was wrong. I too could be the genesis of a song.
If I composed music, it would become new data, and Baldur would imbue it with different meaning.
When new information and worlds are created, that becomes the power of an Awakener.
This is the very source of power. Yet even after realizing this, I’d kept it locked away in my heart.
‘I hate people listening to me, and I hate them watching even more. I could collapse again like this.’
I hadn’t even dared to test it when Hwa-jon and I were alone last night, so I couldn’t fathom where this sudden courage was coming from.
Perhaps it was the sanctity this space emanated, combined with the weakened debuff that Hwa-jon had imposed on me.
Jung Hwan-jae watched me quietly. I could hear the murmur of people around us.
“Hey, over there….”
“Yeah, right.”
The moment my whistle cut through the air, silence fell over everything in an instant.
I could sense that people were focusing their attention on Jung Hwan-jae and me.
I knew I wasn’t performing truly magnificent music. But this was something I’d have to face eventually.
With my eyes closed, I summoned the notes from memory one by one. I couldn’t remember when I’d first heard them, but whenever I recalled those tones, my heart grew serene.
The memory of the Tone-Deaf Healer chasing away nightmares through melody across time inherits the data.
All data is backed up.
Golden light transformed its hue as if absorbing verdant tones, spreading outward.
Like witnessing an autumn landscape, the undulating light was exceedingly faint. Tranquil, as if the whistle were cleaving through silence itself.
The light rippled through the surroundings, including Jung Hwan-jae, before taking the form of an enormous treble clef.
After dancing through the air for a while, it burst like fireworks, scattering in all directions.
Green lingered dimly like sprouting buds before vanishing entirely. Even then, stillness lingered for a long moment.
Those touched by even a trace of the light gazed ahead with a dazed expression. Sung Mi-ju was the first to speak.
“Wow, what is this? Increased movement speed, mental disturbance prevention?”
“Pardon?”
“Is this a buff song? It sounds like a nursery rhyme I heard when I was little?”
I blinked in confusion.
It was a song everyone heard at least once in elementary school, so naturally Sung Mi-ju would have heard it before.
But I hadn’t known it was a buff song. I’d simply chosen it because the atmosphere of the song made me think it might be healing rather than anything else.
The eyes of those around me had changed. They were the ones who’d received buffs from my skill.
I quietly opened my stat window.
Creative Technique C+
Vocal Performance E+
Vocal Performance remained unchanged.
Well, it was my own fault for expecting it to improve with a song like this. As I sighed, Sung Ji-wook waved his hand toward me.
“Your eyes turned green.”
“Pardon?”
“It’s common for eye color or hair color to change under the influence of skills. It seems your skill was powerful enough to cause such an effect.”
My eyes had changed color? Since I didn’t have a mirror, I could only blink stupidly.
Jung Hwan-jae, who’d been observing the surroundings and atmosphere until then, gripped my shoulder and pulled me toward him.
Since my body had gone limp, my face ended up buried against his chest.
I hadn’t intended to embrace her, yet before I could stop myself, my arms wrapped around her—and I felt her stiffen even more in response.
If I’d pushed her away and stepped back, it would have looked far stranger, so I simply kept my hands light, fidgeting gently against her back.
“…I apologize for singing a song that didn’t help your burns.”
“No, it helped tremendously. Rather, I’m the one who should apologize for embracing you so suddenly. I should let go right now, but… everyone’s attention is on you, and I found myself unable to help it.”
He was flustered, though not so much that he should ramble like this. I gave his shoulder a gentle, reassuring pat to calm him.
I’d felt the weight of their stares too, so there was nothing strange about it.
Had I not heard that low voice from directly behind us, we would have continued moving while still embraced.
It was a voice I’d never heard before, yet I recognized him immediately.
“Jung Hwan, your control over fire has improved considerably.”
It was Dante.
I spun around urgently to face him.
Though someone like me could hardly be a match for him, I positioned myself in front of Jung Hwan-jae the way he would have done, meeting the newcomer’s gaze.
A man who might very well be watching our innocent Guild Master.
Up close, he was even larger. His green eyes, which had been fixed on Jung Hwan-jae, shifted to me.
That familiar smile played across his face as he uttered something formal—the sort of pleasantries one offers when they’ve heard much about someone.
“Ah, well. Yes, I’ve also heard…”
“…You can’t speak words that don’t come from your heart, can you?”
“I apologize. It’s our first meeting. Would you like me to step aside?”
“No. I have something to say to Yeom Ye-ah.”
My name was spoken aloud without reservation.
Before I could even process the how, my first thought was whether this was even permissible.
Could someone simply reveal another person’s real name like that?
It didn’t matter to me, but judging by everyone’s reactions, it seemed like something that shouldn’t be exposed.
Before I could finish that thought, Dante’s voice continued.
“I want you to fight Rosalind Brown without fail.”

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