Hero Party's Villain: What's the Point If Heroines Are Not Broken?-Chapter 14- Breaking a Kind man

"STOP...!"

Without a second breath, her voice echoed as she slammed the door open with the edge of her shoulder, the wooden frame cracking slightly from the force, startling the nurses nearby—but Arvia didn’t care.

"Ughh... Satt— Dad...!" She dashed into the room, her breath caught between a scream and a cry, and without hesitation, she yanked the man back with a force that neither came from her fragile body nor her bleeding legs—but something far deeper.

Adrenaline.

Her adrenaline levels surged as she panicked, shocked, and at the same time felt her protective urge arise. All of the emotions surged from her mind, which had fallen into a trance not understanding a thing but just moving on instinct.

"Huh... Arvia—!—THUD" The man lost balance, his grip slipping, and he fell backward, his head hitting the edge of the side table with a dull thud before collapsing beside the bed, gasping heavily, eyes filled with dazed confusion, like someone pulled from a nightmare too soon.

His mind was completely filled with confusion, with only rage and a past memory dominating everything, as if he had been put in a state where his own ego had been altered.

Arvia’s hands trembled as she threw the pillow across the floor, dropping to her knees beside the bed—Satteus’s face was pale and his lips parted, unmoving.

"No, no, no, no..." her breath quickened, panic like fire in her chest as she placed both palms on his cheeks and then instantly pressed her head down, resting her ear over the center of his chest.

Silence.

Then—thump... thump...

A heartbeat.

Faint, but steady.

"Haah.... Th-thank god.... ah.." Her breath hitched. Eyes clenched shut. The moment stretched. Her body collapsed slightly, forehead resting over his chest, soaked by the warmth of tears that had welled up without her realizing.

"Sob... ah... d-dad.... wh-why...?"

He was alive.

Relief and rage danced wildly inside her, chaotic and unstoppable, and slowly—her face rose.

She turned—slowly, deliberately—to look at the man on the ground, who was groaning, trying to lift himself, one hand holding his ribs.

Her voice came not as a scream, but something far colder.

"DAD...!" Her jaw clenched, her gaze sharp enough to cut steel. "—I SAID WHY!?"

"Wh-what?" The man, dazed and disoriented, winced as he tried to sit upright. His body was clearly wounded beyond his will to overcome it.

’Where am I?’ His brows were furrowed, sweat dripping from his temples, not out of pain, but due to him forcing his body against his will, clearly in a way where his own self seemed to struggle and find himself disoriented in this state without knowing how he arrived here.

His eyes—uncertain at first—soon locked onto the boy lying unconscious on the bed.

Satteus.

’!’

And in that moment, suddenly, a thump of his heartbeat pumped a surge of blood in his brain, instantly making it foggy. Though it felt like one, it appeared there was more than just blood.

In that instant, his jaw tightened.

The veins on his neck tensed, lips curling ever so slightly in barely restrained rage.

The atmosphere changed.

It was more like he was possessed by something, forcing anger and clear hatred towards the lying purple-haired young man.

An invisible tension pulled across the room like a stretched thread on the verge of snapping.

"D-dad..." Arvia, who stood while blinking, observed her father’s eyes fixating on the direction of Satteus with a clear hint of abnormal rage passing through his eyes, making her tremble. Her fingers moved before her body immediately lunged forward, shifting herself in between the two—hands outstretched protectively over Satteus, her expression fierce and unblinking.

She could feel it.

The hatred.

The unnatural stiffness in her father’s stare.

She didn’t shout this time.

Simply because she was too confused to understand the scene. Her father was reacting in this way as if Satteus had done something unforgivable. And not only that, but he had even just tried to kill him in his sleep.

Her whole memory of things which she had witnessed until now dimmed in an instant, making her brain unable to cope with exactly what was happening in this place.

"Arvia....?" The man’s breath wavered—shoulders trembling—then suddenly, he blinked. freёnovelkiss-com

As though a heavy shadow lifted.

His eyes softened, confusion slowly replacing that burning stare.

However, noticed by none, a barely visible black mist—thin, tendril-like—seemed to pull itself from around his back, dissipating into nothingness just as the door clicked open behind them.

A nurse entered—to be specific, it was Ally, halting mid-step at the scene. Even though she had her sword with her, there was a curl of her lips on that pretty oval-shaped face and almond-shaped eyes, drinking in the sight of despair on the face of the middle-aged man.

Though this despair was not born out of fear but rather confusion, a confusion between his ego, soul, and a new kind of memory which wasn’t his, which his soul knew, but his body wasn’t adapting to.

So it was a despair born out of a soul wailing, not understanding what was happening with its ego.

’Still bland...’ Ally just licked her lips, the reddened lips appearing like rose petals touched by morning dew, as she rolled her eyes, hands folded in disappointment.

"Wh-why dad... why are you trying to kill him!" Arvia remained still, unmoving, her entire being focused on the man before her.

His lips parted, but the way it did was much sharper, as if wanting to solve the chaos that had erupted in her mind, which was poking at her cranium from the inside as she didn’t understand if she should be confused, fight against her physical injury pain, or deal with this agony of seeing her own father trying to kill the man who saved her life.

"...It was because of him," he muttered, eyes half-closed as if speaking from a place between dream and memory.

He was unsure if what he remembered was right, but still, he did, as if that had become part of his memory and his behavior had slowly stimulated in that path, mixed with his kind personality, making him feel regret and anger at the same time, "that we had the accident."

"Wh-what...?" Arvia blinked, disbelief widening her eyes.

Her hands shook again—not from fear this time but from clear doubt, all the scenes from her falling on the stairs, then onto the umbrella, everything started to replay in her eyes; the pink pupils, without tilting her head, looked down towards Satteus’ face, which was still lying on the pillow with eyes closed.

But as her pupils again turned back towards her father to understand the things clearly, she noticed how his jaws were clenched, hand trembling yet lifting, with his fingers starkly pointing towards the unconscious body of Satteus.

"He’s a cursed child," he whispered again. "He killed his own parents."

’!’

"Dad!" She instantly reacted, yelling as she heard something that had once become the reason why Satteus had turned so cold from her childhood memories, stepping back slightly, her breath catching.

She had never expected that her father would say this when it was him who had consoled Satteus about him not being responsible for his parents’ death.

The room seemed to spin.

Her lips moved without meaning to.

"...What are you even saying?"

He didn’t stop.

"I wouldn’t have killed them if not for this idiot to send them in your mother’s car!"

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