The Genius and Calamity of the Villainous Noble: A Brilliant Prodigy Unaware of Their Reincarnation as the Game's Antagonist Defies the Scenario and Dominates with Talent and Hard Work - Chapter 1.30

「……Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh!! Aaahhh!! Aaaaaahhh!!!」

Shoved back, my father let out a crazed scream, clawing at his own hair in madness as he stared at the blade aimed at him.

“You ungrateful wretch! A fool too blind to recognize the world’s greatest treasure! This is absolutely unforgivable!”

His bloodshot eyes fixated on me, but there was no trace of sanity left in them.

“The gap in strength between us is simply too vast.”

My father was undeniably powerful.

But I was stronger.

“DIE, DIE, DIEEEEEEEE!!!”

He unleashed a barrage of magic at me, but I evaded every single attack with ease.

Then, without hesitation, I drove my sword straight through his heart.

“Guh…!”

A thick stream of bl00d poured from his mouth as his body convulsed, the color draining from his face.

“I won’t let your immortality spell activate. You may still be a step away from completion, but even in this state, it could still work.”

I stepped forward, placing my foot into the pool of bl00d spreading from his body, and began interfering with the magic circle etched into the floor.

“…Ah?”

His forbidden spell—

A ritual designed to force his own life into a specially altered corpse, granting him an incomplete form of immortality.

He had planned to use my sister, Lirisha, as the vessel for his soul.

But now, I was dismantling his magic, unraveling its foundations piece by piece.

“W-why…?”

Realizing his spell was being undone, my father gasped in disbelief.

“Fufu. With so many of your failed experiments scattered around, it wasn’t hard to learn from them. I am also a necromancer, after all—one whose skills rival yours. Breaking apart the magic of a dying man is hardly a challenge.”

“…Gh…gh…!”

He stared at me in shock, his mouth opening and closing as if trying to form words, but nothing came out.

What awaited him now was not an incomplete death—

But an absolute and irreversible one.

His life was reaching its end.

“Well… in the end, your plan would have failed anyway. You lacked the necessary sacrifices. As an act of mercy, I could have allowed you to activate your so-called masterpiece… but I decided against it. There was always the possibility that it could lead to something beyond my control.”

His magic wouldn’t have been enough to bring Lirisha back.

Even if it had granted him immortality, it would have been flawed, stripping him of his consciousness and leaving him as nothing more than a mindless husk.

Letting him activate it wouldn’t have granted him what he desired.

And if it had resulted in an uncontrollable undead creature… even I might not have been able to stop it.

So I denied him that final moment of triumph.

“This is where it all ends, Father.”

I pulled my blade from his chest.

“…Ah…”

His body crumpled to the ground, his trembling hand reaching toward Lirisha’s lifeless form.

“Goodbye. Rest in hell. Oh, and…”

I raised my foot and crushed his outstretched hand beneath my heel.

“Lirisha wouldn’t want you reaching for her with those filthy hands.”

At last, my father was dead.

And then—

A new voice echoed through the underground chamber.

“Wh… what is this place…?”

I turned toward the entrance, where the newcomer stood.

Just as I had anticipated.

“Ah… So you’ve come, Eurus.”

Smiling, I faced my eldest brother—the one who had conspired alongside our father.