Hero Party's Villain: What's the Point If Heroines Are Not Broken?-Chapter 12- Ally meets Arvia

"Come on—aah—!"

Arvia stumbled out of her room, her feet unsteady as she swayed forward, eyes flaring wide with panic.

Her body leaned precariously—on the verge of collapse—until a firm hand gripped her shoulder from the side, stopping her fall just in time.

She flinched, breath caught in her throat, her body freezing from the sudden touch.

"Y-You..." she stammered, turning her gaze to the figure beside her.

It was a nurse. Short black hair framed a face that was eerily perfect—pale, clean, completely untouched by makeup. But what truly unsettled her were those eyes. Black pupils. No reflection. Just depthless, opaque voids that absorbed light instead of reflecting it.

The woman was smiling, but not in a comforting way. Her lips curled upward in a small, amused grin that seemed to mock rather than soothe.

Arvia’s breath hitched.

"It’s Ally. Are you alright?" the nurse asked casually, winking.

Arvia opened her mouth to respond, but the words didn’t come. A strange numbness crept through her chest and limbs, as though her mind had been plunged into a dark, fog-filled space. The hallway around her faded into the background, sounds dulled, as if she stood alone with this woman in a warped, shadowed bubble.

A subtle panic began to rise.

Why was she feeling like this?

It wasn’t fear exactly, but something more ancient—more primal. A deep warning, carved into her soul, urging her to run.

And yet, she couldn’t move.

She wanted to step back, to remove herself from this presence. But her willpower faltered—her mental walls cracking under pressure. The momentary touch had felt cold, yet overwhelming, like being gripped by a force much larger than herself.

"Y-Yes. Leave me now," she muttered stiffly, trying to sound composed. But the words came out sharp, almost rude. She hadn’t meant it that way—but her mind was too clouded, her instincts too loud.

The nurse’s smile only grew more amused.

Arvia looked away, lowering her head as she tightened her grip on the IV pole. She stepped aside, distancing herself slowly. Her heart beat erratically. She wasn’t just disturbed—she was rattled.

Then, faintly—so faintly it might have been imagined—she heard a murmur escape the nurse’s lips:

"...Tch. That’s why I hate heroines..."

’What...?’

Arvia’s ears twitched.

She turned slightly—just enough to catch the woman’s expression.

Ally still smiled with her eyes closed, expression serene.

But Arvia was certain she had heard it. That bitter tone. That flicker of hostility, completely at odds with the nurse’s composed demeanor.

It was so jarring, so wrong, that her instincts again screamed:

Don’t question it. Don’t confront her. Just leave.

Her fingers clenched the IV pole tighter. Her legs felt heavy, but she forced herself to keep moving.

She didn’t know why—but everything inside her recoiled from this woman.

It was as though her soul recognized something that her conscious mind couldn’t yet understand.

"Wait, at least tell me where you’re going?" Ally called after her, folding her arms behind her back as she tilted her head.

Her tone was light, almost playful, but it didn’t match the unnatural stillness in her body. Her eyes—those reflectionless pupils—followed Arvia with eerie focus.

She had clearly sensed it.

That divine sensitivity that heroines possessed—the spiritual intuition blessed by heavenly will. Ally could feel it, as always.

These chosen ones could never fully overlook her presence, no matter how deeply she tried to bury the Devil Seed’s aura.

And the Devil Seed knew it.

It was a being without gender, one that adapted entirely to the host it consumed.

Since the beginning, it had been born with its master—dormant, unnoticed.

Until the day its master took a life for the first time after transmigrating to another world.

That single act of murder had been enough.

Enough to awaken the demon’s intent.

From that day forward, it became one of his closest allies, bringing with it three terrifying powers:

1. Accumulated Despair Energy

It absorbed the despair that stemmed from pain, fear, and horror. This energy—raw, negative, and potent—directly enhanced the Devil Seed’s strength.

2. Corpse Assimilation

When the master killed someone, the Devil Seed could devour their body and recreate it entirely—provided there was enough despair energy. With enough reserves, it could replicate even the smallest details, making perfect copies that could function as independent soldiers.

These clones, though separate in form, shared the same collective mind.

It could replicate thousands of real copies, as it functioned like a hive where the queen bee’s mind controlled all the others. Everyone was linked to each other.

3. Soul Link with the Master

Being born with the master meant its soul was bound to his. Despair energy constantly flowed into him, like food in storage.

This allowed for subtle passive powers: manipulating memories, bending thoughts, enhancing his own healing powers, and gradually corroding the minds of those around him.

Despite its frightening potential, the Devil Seed had a major weakness: it could not easily hide its own presence.

Masking its aura required despair energy greater than its entire accumulated strength—something it had never achieved, even over lifetimes.

Which meant that people like Arvia—chosen heroines—could always sense it.

Even when it was disguised. Even in a different form. Even like this.

That’s why the Devil Seed hated heroines.

They carried within them the will of the heavens, which sharpened their senses toward anything unnatural, anything anomalous—like her.

"I-It doesn’t matter to you," Arvia muttered, avoiding eye contact, scanning the corridor filled with passing patients and nurses.

She wasn’t just looking for anyone—she was looking for Sattéus. For his room. For something to ground her.

But more than anything—she needed to get away from this woman.

"Oh... I see," Ally said, the smirk never leaving her face. Her voice dropped into something more mocking—more intimate.

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She shook her head. These heroines... always such a pain.

Still, being a devil, she knew precisely how to play her cards. Her tone turned coy.

"Whatever. I’ll just take my leave then," she said suddenly, halting in her steps.

But Arvia didn’t even acknowledge her.

She kept walking. Her pace was slow, cautious. Like her body was resisting every movement, weighed down by that lingering presence behind her.

She hadn’t gotten far.

"Then just leave. I don’t want to talk to you at all," she muttered, almost breathless.

The panic had evolved into something else now—something deeper. Discomfort. Violation. Something dark and slippery that clung to her skin every time Ally spoke.

There was something wrong. But she couldn’t name it.

She didn’t want to.

She didn’t dare turn back again.

Then came the words.

"Uu-lalala~"

Ally tapped her own shoulder lightly, hand on her head in a teasing pose. Her head tilted, eyes gleaming with dark amusement as she watched Arvia walk away.

Those black pupils narrowed.

That smile widened.

And with a low, sultry purr, she said:

"Let’s have a taste of that purple-haired hot stud’s thick meat first... just hope it becomes firm enough to ride even if he is in a coma."

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