Hero Party's Villain: What's the Point If Heroines Are Not Broken?-Chapter 16 - Hela’s New Target

On the asphalt, dashing through and tearing through the air was a black sedan, through which a clear image of a woman’s crimson hair was reflecting back.

Her eyes were sharp, glinting in the sun rays as a fleet of cars followed behind, all heading in a certain direction, causing the people to instinctively empty the road.

Not because they were threatened or being forced by the authorities.

Instead, all the traffic lights along this road were clearly allowing the fleet to pass through without halting.

Just behind the sedan, a black van with a flat antenna moved over it, buzzing faintly as if controlling the traffic system itself, keeping every light green as they moved through every crossing.

Seated in the back seat, with one hand resting on the car’s door and her eyes sharp, Hela supported her chin with her hand. The pressure of her lips displayed annoyance.

She looked towards the chauffeur handling the car and, in a very blank and firm tone, threatened, "If he escapes, you are dead."

’!’

"Y-yes, young miss," replied the driver, the only thing visible to her being his hot feet pressing the accelerator deeper, the sedan shaking as it took a harder push over the turn.

It wasn’t even a proper stop when they entered the hospital premises.

The crowd that was already standing there due to some earlier chaos had no time to react. The moment the car rushed in—

Screeechh—!!

People screamed, some backed away, falling on each other, a few rushing back against the walls in panic. One man even dropped the tray of medicine he was holding.

"Haah... Haaa... Y-young miss, we are here," the driver finally said, his hands still shaking on the steering wheel.

The car door opened with a solid clack at the moment the tires finished rolling.

One red heel landed on the ground, clicking against the cement. Then the second.

Out of the car stepped a woman with long crimson hair falling over one shoulder. A slit red gown lined up perfectly with the heels as she stepped forward without even looking at the chaos she just caused.

She didn’t speak.

But just as she was about to walk forward, two male guards from the hospital, dressed in dark blue, rushed in, pulling out taser guns—not real guns, but clearly threatening.

The crowd was in a panic. Someone might’ve gotten injured.

"You!" one of them pointed at the driver. "Get out of the car right now!"

"W-wait, I was just—"

Before he could finish, Hela raised one hand and pointed without looking.

"Arrest him for reckless driving."

The driver looked back in disbelief. "But... Miss... it was you who told me to—"

Hela narrowed her gaze, looking towards the man with a clear frown, and said, "A fool and a man—worst combination—"

BAMM!

Clank—!!

Everyone flinched.

Even her words stopped midway as the roof of the car behind her bent with a heavy thud sound, glass shattering on impact, tiny shards flying across the ground.

Something... no—someone had just fallen.

Her eyes widened; arms still crossed, she stood there without flinching at first as the man’s body lay half on the trunk, half dragging down, leaving behind a fresh dent in the metal.

Blood trickled from the man’s mouth, but his eyes were already rolled back.

He was dead the moment he hit.

"Young miss!" her bodyguards screamed and rushed toward her, hands raised, shielding her as they checked the perimeter.

But Hela didn’t move.

Her crimson pupils trembled just once, her jaw tightened, and her fingers curled slightly by her side. Her heartbeat, which had jumped from the surprise, began calming down again.

It wasn’t the first time she had seen a man fall dead in front of her.

But this wasn’t random.

Her eyes slowly lifted upward, a reflex.

She tilted her head, looking above where the fall had happened.

The hospital building, around the fifth or sixth floor—there.

One of the side windows was still half open. The curtain fluttered for a second.

But in that brief flicker—she saw it.

A man. Standing there, slightly leaning against the window rail, with long purple hair brushing around his neck. His face wasn’t even trying to hide. His lips were curled up into a calm smirk.

And against his chest leaned a woman with pink hair, her face pressed against his hospital robe as if in shock, her whole body trembling. Her fingers clung to him tightly while he was bleeding, evident from the red marks all over the blue fabric. Yet the woman seemed to cling to him for support.

The moment hung there.

’That hair combination...’ Hela instantly felt familiarity with that combination of purple and pink hair, as if seen somewhere. Yet, amid the intensity of that scene with people screaming around and the shock numbing her mind due to noise, she just blinked.

Even from that height, even from that distance, he looked straight at her.

And just before the curtain was pulled back again, his lips moved.

No sound. No echo.

But she didn’t need that.

Her eyes locked onto the shape of the movement, her training kicking in, and her breath hitched the moment she read the man’s lips moving.

:: On time, Hela... ::

And the curtains closed.

Her hands slowly uncrossed.

Her eyes didn’t blink.

Thud.

The man who just dropped down, the blood, the crowd screaming behind—none of it mattered in that moment.

Because that face, that hair, that expression... wasn’t one she could mistake, especially considering that some of the men in her life had never entered her radar in a way where she had never paid attention to them.

"...It was Tatius...no, Satteus," she muttered, her voice barely audible, lips tightening as the faint wind lifted her hair slightly from her shoulder.

Hela recalled the name belonging to one of her students, always seated at the far corner of the back bench alongside a pink-haired girl, inside the academy, where she was the professor of human psychology.

’....Heh?’ She turned her gaze back towards the man, who had fallen dead near her car, and slowly tilted her head, as if realigning to the man before identifying him as none other than one of the guardians.

"Young miss, are you alrigh—" One of the female bodyguards tried to inquire as many other guards had already arrived, surrounding her.

"Contact Arvia Caelthorn; her father seems to have fallen from his room while sleepwalking."

This 𝓬ontent is taken from fre𝒆webnove(l).𝐜𝐨𝗺