That Face Is the Problem - Chapter 40.1
“Jae-gyeong Hunter.”
“Ah, you scared me…! D-Da-sol…? Is it really you…?”
At Jae-gyeong’s question, Da-sol brushed his hair back and lightly tapped Jae-gyeong’s shin with his toe.
“…Yes, it’s really me.”
“Why, why are you following me…? Did you… want to say something…?”
“Do you think I came here to chit-chat? I came to go with you.”
Da-sol nodded slightly, signaling that Jae-gyeong should go first. But Jae-gyeong was too surprised to move.
“I am supposed to act as bait…? Why are you coming with me…? This is really dangerous…”
“Ah, really. Are you the only hunter? I’m a hunter too. I’ve entered S-rank dungeons at least ten times more than you have.”
“But…!”
“Let’s go.”
Da-sol interrupted Jae-gyeong irritably and started walking ahead, completely taking the lead. Jae-gyeong quickly stepped right behind him and followed closely.
“You shouldn’t do this…! It’s really dangerous… and as a healer, you’re even more at risk when the attackers are dangerous—”
“Are you underestimating healers?”
“No…! Not at all! It’s just that if you get hurt, it would be a huge problem…!”
Jae-gyeong’s concern was actually reasonable.
Healers might seem the weakest at a glance, and they usually stay at the rear, not directly participating in combat. When healing, they become even more vulnerable, sometimes requiring a guard hunter. Some offensive hunters even call healers ‘dead weight.’ But that is only from newly awakened or inexperienced hunters.
Healers are the lifeblood of the team. In a desert, even the strongest die within days without water. The same goes for dungeon raid teams composed of hunters. If a healer falls, the team cannot escape the dungeon, and everyone dies inside.
Healers are the last line of defense. Any competent hunter knew this, and Jae-gyeong was saying exactly that.
“I am not underestimating you, Da-sol… it’s just that healers are—”
“I know. I know what you mean.”
Da-sol responded irritably.
“But my gut says you’ll be screwed if I let you go alone. I don’t usually listen to others. I only trust myself.”
With that, Da-sol continued moving forward. Jae-gyeong, still full of worry, pressed his chest against Da-sol’s back and followed closely.
“This is really uncomfortable. Can you move your chest a bit? We’re about to touch….”
“But… then should I at least hold your hand…?”
Da-sol looked disgusted as if questioning Jae-gyeong’s sincerity. Jae-gyeong muttered dejectedly.
“You wouldn’t like that… but I can’t let go… I’ll be careful not to touch it below…”
Da-sol rolled his eyes at Jae-gyeong’s face, then firmly grasped his hand. He held it almost hard enough to crush it, but to Jae-gyeong, it felt purely like a sign of trust. His face brightened instantly.
“Thank you… Da-sol…!”
“Ah, really.”
He thanked him for everything. Da-sol swallowed the comment and looked ahead again.
It had been almost ten years since he had voluntarily held a man’s hand. No, it had been even longer than ten years. The last time was when he was young and clueless, holding the hand of a lost friend to escape a mountain.
‘What a ridiculous situation I’m in….’
Da-sol sighed and walked resolutely. As long as they stayed near Jeong Jeong-eon, monsters would not appear. They would likely only show up near the exit. Cowardly creatures. Both monsters and men were similar, preying only on the weak.
“I will become the strongest healer in the world…”
Da-sol muttered a spell he often recited silently, now aloud. Embarrassed, he quickly closed his mouth, hoping Jae-gyeong had not heard.
But Jae-gyeong did hear. Da-sol said that was so unexpected and cute that he desperately held back laughter.
‘Actually, he already seems like the strongest healer in the world…’
But if he teased him by showing he heard, Da-sol would definitely pull his hand away. Jae-gyeong looked down at Da-sol’s white hand holding his own. Unlike offensive hunters who used weapons or fought roughly, Da-sol’s clean, soft hand was as beautiful as his face.
Of course, being male, Da-sol’s hand was large, with visible veins, and his palms were firm from strength training. Yet the back of his hand was fair, looking delicate like a pianist’s or sushi chef’s hand.
‘Still, it’s a bit smaller than mine….’
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