Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 983 The Dark Road and Sun Island
Antirochus walked very steadily.

Some people might feel fear and unease in this endless darkness, but he will not.

He wanted to follow the goddess of the night from the very beginning because darkness had been his savior since he was very young.

Only at night, in the darkest of times, could he catch his breath, without worrying about being seen by someone who would then mock and ridicule him.

Only the darkness of night could put his mind at ease.

Antirochus had actually suspected that there was something wrong with his bloodline, but apart from his stunningly beautiful face, his mother was really nothing special.

Of course, his personality is also the kind that is rather bad; he is willful, indulgent, pleasure-seeking, and loves gold and silver jewelry.

Although the Duke disliked his siblings, he truly doted on his wife.

He was, after all, the ruler of a country. Although he was short-tempered, he hadn't lost his mind. Surely he wasn't so clueless as to not even know if his wife was betraying him.

Even if the Duke doted on his wife, he wouldn't be so... willing to spend money after being betrayed, would he?

At the very least, there has to be some struggle.

But Antirochus didn't see any dissatisfaction in him.

So, he and his sister were the victims of that two people's love game... If even he knew who his uncle's eldest son was, his mother must have known too.

No matter how much the Duke doted on his mother, he certainly wouldn't pass the title to Antiochus after his death.

On the contrary, if he fails, his mother and siblings will have to die with him.

The best outcome is that they leave empty-handed.

Of course, that woman still had to die.

Antirochus was barely satisfied with the result.

He's only 13 years old, but he lives like he's 31, all thanks to his unfortunate parents.

Antirochus could not commit patricide or murder, but he would only feel happy if he knew they were not doing well.

He raised his hand and touched the boundless darkness before him... This was the place that suited him best.

Antirochus walked with firmness and composure, only occasionally missing his sister.

For Euphemia's future, he couldn't let his sister follow him, but... fortunately, although his sister was young, she was quite strong.

Even the most wicked adult wouldn't immediately feel murderous intent when faced with an innocent-looking young girl.

Antirochus kept telling Euphemia that no matter what happened, she should prioritize her life and not worry about the future or her career, let alone whether her body was clean.

Just live.

Only by living can one take revenge for everything that has happened to them.

Of course, in the labyrinth of the gods, things shouldn't get to the worst point yet. At most, she might be taken advantage of. Euphemia... certainly wouldn't abandon herself for any benefit.

His sister, Euphemia, was self-respecting, steadfast, and confident; those illusory things could not shake Euphemia's heart.
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After her brother set off first, Euphemia pondered for a few seconds before resolutely stepping into the dark sky.

Once inside, she couldn't help but blink.

It was Sun Island, the last thing she wanted!

Feeling the rapidly rising temperature, Euphemia began searching for something in her storage ring.

She then quickly determined that the eternal ice had no effect.

This was indeed a scorching heat acting on the soul, not actual sun exposure.

Euphemia couldn't help but blink.

She couldn't quite understand why the women who came out of the Dark Labyrinth had actually gotten tanned if it wasn't a physical sunburn.

It's quite normal to be dehydrated from sweating; after all, the heat in your soul can make you sweat profusely.

But skin?
Does the body believe it will get tanned, and then the skin will actually get tanned?

Or is there another secret inside...?

She raised her hand and looked at it, still somewhat confused.

But now that she understood the key point, Euphemia was no longer so worried.

She wasn't afraid of tests, but she really didn't want to turn into a lump of coal.

Of course, Euphemia didn't intend to let things go unchecked while there were still so many doubts. She obediently set up the parasol she had prepared and took out her small stool.

Then he turned around and began to survey the seemingly unobstructed island.

Euphemia searched very carefully, even taking out a short knife to cut down all the weeds that were over a meter tall.

She caught several rabbits, snakes, spiders, and insects hiding in the grass.

Euphemia even kept a pregnant female rabbit inside after confirming that it was inside, and kept it in the iron cage she brought with her.

She actually brought a lot of food.

However, after sensing that the real test of this labyrinth might be on the level of the soul, Euphemia had a peculiar feeling... she shouldn't rely too much on what she brought in herself.

After using the cut grass to shade the iron cage, Euphemia swiftly gutted the other animals.

Euphemia, who had intended to bury her internal organs and skin in the ground, suddenly noticed dodder entwined on the fruit tree next to her.

She paused for two seconds, then her eyes lit up... The silk from dodder is very strong, perfect for weaving fishing nets!
Euphemia suddenly remembered something, got up and ran back to the beach.

Where the sand meets the land, there is a patch of broken, jumbled rocks.

Euphemia had vaguely seen some flint as she passed by. She found it quickly.

They also used some small stones to build a simple makeshift stove.

Although she decided to use as little of what she brought as possible, Euphemia didn't completely abandon it. She took out a small cooking pot and placed it on the rough but relatively safe field stove.

Although she was still young, Euphemia was a proper knight after all, and she was quite strong, so starting a fire with flint was very easy for her.

After lighting the stove, Euphemia fetched several buckets of water and poured them into the pot. She also hung a metal kettle above the iron pot and then hung the pot lid above the metal kettle.

Although she won't get much distilled water this way, she'll definitely be boiling it many times later, so accumulating it will be enough.

After all, there are coconut trees and some fruit trees behind her, so she doesn't need to worry too much about running out of water.

As the seawater in the pot slowly rolled, Euphemia began to pull the dodder back and forth.

The skin of the dodder seed in the boiling water quickly cracked, revealing the fibers inside.

Euphemia nodded in satisfaction.

This type of dodder from the island, when boiled in seawater to extract its silk, produces exceptionally strong threads.

Fishermen along the coast use this kind of silk to weave fishing nets.

Of course, this thing isn't very practical either; it loses its resilience after being soaked in water for a month.

Weaving fishing nets is a very troublesome job, and fishermen will not use this thing if possible.

But she didn't care.

A month is more than enough for her!

The only question now is whether she can weave a usable web.

Euphemia looked at her storage ring with a serious expression, and finally took out a thick bronze book.

The paper revealed after opening the bronze cover has a very delicate texture, is as thin as a cicada's wing yet very tough... This is fish skin paper, which is only found in southern coastal countries.

However, the one in Euphemia's hand was clearly the top-grade kind, made of fish skin of a certain grade.

Euphemia let out a soft breath.

He sat down with a serious expression and turned to the page on basic fishing gear manufacturing.

Then, she couldn't help but look around furtively... Although she knew Antirochus wouldn't appear on her island, Euphemia was still a little guilty.

Although his mind was full of rebellion and struggle, and he was eager to see the Duke and Duchess make a scene, Antirochus was actually of very high moral character.

Euphemia understands this all too well.

Her brother's bloodline must have come from a respectable person, completely different from hers.

If it were her, believing that she truly was the child of that crazy couple, she would never have simply left like that.

Even if we don't kill them with our own hands, we should at least add some burden to their lives!
We must at least cut off all the escape routes the Duke has prepared.

What's wrong with biological parents?
When biological parents are worse than animals, they should be made to experience animalistic treatment!

But Euphemia, who knows the truth, is unable to hate Duke Harvey.

Although the man was mentally unstable, at least he didn't kill her.

Even her biological father, who later ran away, found this unbelievable.

Euphemia couldn't complain about that woman either.

That was a combination of resentment; whether she lived or died had nothing to do with her.

To demand affection from a creature that is born without feelings is simply insane.

For someone who can only find a little happiness through desire, living is the greatest malice directed at her.

In the end, she will definitely be recycled as trash by her former master.

After learning about the Duchess's origins, Euphemia began to see herself as a product of tools.

Her real father, though unreliable, had been secretly observing her in the castle for several years out of concern for her safety.

After confirming that Duke Harvey would at most give her and her brother a cold shoulder and wouldn't treat them better, but would at least provide them with some basic and perfunctory treatment, the man, who only wanted to continue his dissolute lifestyle, secretly met with her and gave her quite a few things.

And a safe route that would take her directly to the Temple of the Night God.

Of course, he also specifically reminded her that, for her own good, she should not reveal his name and should instead use the identity of Harvey's daughter.

What could Euphemia say?

Her father explained everything to her clearly, completely disregarding the fact that she was only five years old at the time.

Although she could understand it, she was indeed very upset.

Fortunately, although the fathers are different, at least the mother's bloodline remains the same.

Her blood ties with Antirochus need not be compromised.

Otherwise, Euphemia would really explode.

Although her biological father wasn't completely irresponsible and bore some responsibility, it was Antirochus who truly raised Euphemia!

However, she couldn't say anything.

At least she had some background, but Antirochus was...

(End of this chapter)