Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 1015 Some Warmth Can Only Be Appreciated from Afar
Antirochus, standing behind the curtains, sighed softly.

"Brother?" Euphemia called out softly.

"It's nothing, I was just overthinking it," he replied softly. "Not only does he not understand me, but I don't understand him either."

As long as there's no malicious intent.

“It’s us,” Euphemia emphasized. “The Goddess of the Night said that I can always be my brother’s shadow, reflecting his moon.”

She will only be proud of this.

Antirochus glanced at her and gently patted her little head: "You're still a little luckier than me, my sister."

Euphemia was relieved and immediately returned to normal: "What does that little bit of good mean?"

At least in his mind, I wasn't worth his time.

Of course, Euphemia didn't resent her father, especially after receiving some information from the Church of the Night after leaving the labyrinth, she could better understand why he ultimately chose to leave.

Her father stayed in the chaotic area, and his only fate was to be killed along with her by that woman.

Only if he leaves completely and never looks back will he avoid being schemed against.

Being able to stay with her until she was eight years old was already a huge risk.

How can a child like her, who was manipulated into being born, have the right to demand so much from the person who was manipulated?
This is the normal reaction that Bishop Garrett should have.

She was actually lucky; at least one of her parents still had a conscience.

But Euphemia couldn't tell Antirochus about her good fortune.

“No need for that, Euphemia,” Antirochus said with a smile. “Our relationship won’t be broken just because you’re a little luckier than me.”

I've known about your father for a long time; the attic in the right-hand closed area is where I've always holed up.

Euphemia was startled: "Huh?"

Her father was actually quite powerful, ranking among the top in Harvey Castle... What he was really wary of was her own mother and her followers.

The Duke of Harvey's men are not worth mentioning.

If that woman hadn't had ulterior motives and didn't care about the fate of the Duchy of Harvey, she could have easily suppressed the entire region on her own.

To keep it a secret, the father and daughter were very careful before they met... Her father had, of course, checked the attic several times before choosing it.

At least, he was certain that no one had ever entered or left that attic.

The Night Cultists who followed Euphemia and cleaned up her tracks could also confirm that she was not being watched.

How did Antirochus manage to do that?
“There are so many secret passages in Harvey Castle that even Duke Harvey himself doesn’t know them all.” Antirochus laughed as he looked at his panicked sister. “Some of them were probably made by the previous residents when they were escaping. They are very well hidden, and you can even crawl through the walls.”

That's what the attic was like.

It's possible that at some point, it was a safe zone prepared for war, hence the attic walls are a full five meters thick.

The walls of the attic are all slanted, and people who don't know much about architecture probably wouldn't notice the unusual width.

As you know, I've always wanted to find a secluded area where I couldn't hear any sound since I was a child, and then I discovered the entrance at the very bottom.

"The bottom floor?" Euphemia's eyes widened in surprise. "Isn't that a full forty-five meters high? And isn't there any other exit in the middle?"

Harvey Castle is a war fortress, not only situated atop a mountain, but also extremely tall.

The main building is 58 meters high, while the side building where the pavilion is located is 45 meters high.

Antirochus calmly replied, "If there were such a secret passage, I wouldn't have been the only one who knew about it for so many years."

In Harvey Castle, who isn't looking for these paths?

The outer walls of Harvey Castle are three meters thick.

Although the space in the attic is slightly larger, the space for climbing ladders below is definitely not very big.

Otherwise, someone would definitely notice that there is a section of empty wall in the wall.

Harvey Castle undergoes maintenance and even has its exterior walls cleaned almost every few years!

What's wrong with her brother? How could he actually climb up and down a ladder that could suffocate him and make it so difficult to turn back?

If it were Euphemia, looking up at that headless ladder, her only reaction would be to find another place.

Euphemia hesitated for a few seconds before asking, "Can you still get in now?"

Antirochus couldn't help but laugh and pat her on the shoulder: "Two fingers short! I'm not that fat, what are you thinking?"

Shouldn't I be thinking about it?

Euphemia lowered her head, a tear glistening in her large eyes.

She remembered that since she was eight years old, Antilokos had been nagging her not to gain weight and to be careful not to become a muscular woman when she exercised.

Euphemia thought her brother was worried that she was taking the path of knighthood too seriously, which would cause Duke Harvey, who wanted to use her, to step in and suppress her!

So, it was to leave her an escape route?

If they were unlucky enough to encounter the rebellion after they came of age, then this secret passage, unknown even to the Harvey family who had ruled the castle for over two hundred years, would be their only chance of survival. But by then, Antirochus would certainly be unable to use it.

He never intended to stop his knight training because of this secret passage... not even if he could have taken the path of a nature mage.

He must have thought this through; he wanted to leave it for Euphemia.

However, what could Euphemia say at this point?

She owes her brother more than just this.
It's been a long time since I could explain it clearly.

Anyway, she will always follow behind her brother and be his strongest support... so there's really no need to say anything more.

They understand it themselves.

“This Lady Ariges seems to be different from what I’ve heard,” Antirochus said, breaking the unusual silence in the room.

He loved his sister not for any reward.

Moreover, it wasn't as selfless and sincere as Euphemia imagined.

However, if all his struggles are in vain, at least he can find some comfort in seeing his sister have hope of survival.

At least one person managed to escape.

This is the result he wanted to see, and Euphemia doesn't need to bear the burden for it.

But Antirochus also knew that there was no point in talking to Euphemia now, as she was still young and prone to getting stuck on things. So he simply changed the subject.

Euphemia had always been quite interested in their neighbor across the hall.

After all, among the dozen or so detached apartments near the Laurel Church, only this Ms. Alexandra was the resident of Louis and Luciano, and even the Dark Night Bishop repeatedly emphasized that they must not disturb her.

Luciano even specifically instructed that if a conflict arose with Ms. Alexandra, one should not act impulsively, but immediately call him to handle the situation.

As for those few maple leaves that could be used to contact him directly... When Luciano gave them to him, he specifically emphasized that they should not be used casually unless it was a matter of life and death. If he needed to contact him, he could go directly to the sentry post at the intersection of Golden Maple Road.

Even if Luciano isn't at the small camp there, there's still a way to contact him; he'll arrive in half an hour at most.

However, those repeated orders and prohibitions immediately changed their tune when Alexandra was mentioned.

Even the most naive Antirochus could understand how horrible this woman was.

Euphilia had always admired this kind of imposing and powerful woman, and was naturally very curious.

But she understands priorities and would never do anything on her own initiative just because of this little bit of curiosity.

At most, I would peek through the curtains occasionally before turning away immediately.

Therefore, Antirochus's tone immediately perked her up: "Brother?"

“She really was thinking of me,” Antirochus said softly. “Those words, not just anyone could have imagined.”

Just like Luciano.

Crown Princess Emilia treated him well, making all sorts of arrangements very appropriately, and even specifically discussed with him changes to some of the courses... As the Son of the Sun, there was no need for him to continue attending some courses related to darkness.

Even if he wanted to know, he could just read books... All the books in the Dark Church would be open to him; this was an order personally given by the Goddess of the Night, and no follower of the Night would disobey it.

Luciano is really thoughtful; he's a warm and gentle person, just like his mother.

But Antirochus always felt uncomfortable when he was with him.

He himself didn't know why, and even secretly condemned his own shamelessness... He was just a guest of honor!
He understood the meaning of "when in Rome, do as the Romans do."

The master has done everything perfectly, so what else could he possibly complain about?

The same applies to this incident.

Luciano had apologized to him beforehand, not only sending him a large sum of gifts, but also appraising and sending over the assets of the nun who had exposed his identity as compensation.

Although Bishop Garrett suddenly changed the agreed-upon arrangement and caused a scene in front of his house, it was not Luciano's fault.

Antirochus didn't feel any attachment or lingering affection for this man; to him, he was just a complete stranger.

But at that moment, a shadow still crept into his heart, and he even began to doubt whether Luciano was deliberately putting on an act in front of him... At that time, he seemed to even despise himself.

The power of the sun flowed through his body, constantly warming his mind and body, but Antirochus still felt a chill somewhere.

Until Alexandra rushed out and started yelling.

It was like a ray of light that suddenly pierced through the thick curtains and fell upon him, warming the chill he himself hadn't been able to shake off.

Then, Antirochus understood Ariges's accusations against Luciano.

He finally understood why he always disliked Luciano.

That guy, despite being a night owl, exuded warmth.

The kind of warm and loving family that parents not only love their children but also understand them and are willing to let them fly freely is the kind of family you can find.

He couldn't help but touch the golden maple leaf hidden in his sleeve.

(End of this chapter)