My Father is the Enemy of My Past Life?

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I guess today will be the last day of my life. The suffocating feeling of death was weighing down my chest.

Looking back, my existence was just as a family sword. What lingering feelings did I even have for them?

However, it was sad to think that all the hard work I’d done so far was to kill the man in front of me, and that too, went to waste.

After all, I eventually failed, and of course, my father would be disappointed.

In that dark dungeon stood a man; my lifelong target, staring down at me with cold gray eyes.

At first glance, the man’s hair seemed to be golden.

No.

I shook my head lightly.

The man was the silver-haired Halias.

Grand Duke Alseid Halias, the influential figure of the Vianté continent, the puppet of the royal family.

The low voice of the Grand Duke sounded cool, over the damp stone floor.

“Last question. What about your parents?”

I cleared my mind and parted my dry lips. “I don’t have any information to give you, so if you want to kill me, kill me quickly.”

I squeezed out my voice with all my might, but there wasn’t a single change of expression on Halias’ face. Instead, the bell rang and a man wrapped in chains was thrown into the room.

I opened my eyes wide.

“Father!”

I forgot that I was going to die just a moment ago. I twisted my body with great effort. But my limbs tied to the chair didn’t budge.

“Father! Father!”

My father was strangely quiet. Although he was trapped, he didn’t seem hurt. He laid down in a curled position.

“What did you do to my father?” I asked, looking at the Grand Duke. Then, I called my father anxiously again, “Father, father! Are you okay?”

I heard a weird sound from father, who had started to wriggle on the floor. He was laughing, but also crying.

“Father…?”

My father rolled his body and turned to me. Only then, I could see my father’s face right away. He was laughing as if he’d lost his mind.

Was he tortured?

I had lived a harsh life, but I was also a part of his family, the child he raised up till this day.

Flames were seething in my heart. However, the force that restrained my limbs was so strong that I couldn’t lift a finger.

At that time, the Grand Duke, who hadn’t even made a breath until now, suddenly ordered. “Uncover his disguise.”

Then, his eldest son, who stood next to him, threw something that looked like a small glass bottle toward Father.

Crunch!

The bottle broke, and strange-colored smoke rose sharply.

“What are you doing!?”

I moved my body in a fit of fear that the smoke would poison my father, but it was useless.

The next moment, something unbelievable happened.

My father’s red hair was gradually turning black.

“Wh-what is this!?”

The fiery red hair was a symbol of the Merdy family.

My father, who lost his ability against Halias, lost his precious hair… but, my father was still laughing and giggling. He looked like a madman, at stuck at a stage worse than death.