Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 984 Actually Everyone Knows

Euphemia really didn't want her brother's life to be full of regrets.

At least for now, he still has so many expectations for the future.

Euphemia couldn't help but sigh again... Antirochus is too kind-hearted, that's the biggest problem.

He will feel guilty and take on responsibilities that are not his.

This is not something a true dark being would consider.
Therefore, even if he admired darkness, he chose the bright stars.

A person's subconscious determines everything.

On the contrary, Mr. Luciano's choice of the bright moon was more normal.

After all, the Church of the Night is divided into two factions: Night and Silver Moon.

Seeing the moon is like seeing the goddess of the night.

I don't have many requirements for my path; I just want to follow the existence of that goddess. It's perfectly normal for me to plunge headlong into the moon.

Only her brother... couldn't even understand his own true feelings.

Euphemia, however, was unable to help him.

For Antiochus, even if Euphemia described him as an angel descended from heaven, that was only through the lens of her own sister and shouldn't be taken as fact.

It's very reasonable, so reasonable it's almost absurd.

Euphemia knew that unless she told the truth, Antirochus would never think she had grown up.

But she would never say it aloud.

Even if one day the truth comes out, she will be just like Antiochus, a pitiful child kept in the dark.

Only if she and Antirochus stand on the same side will her brother's life not become so messed up.

Having someone with him is completely different from being all alone and helpless.

Therefore, even though her biological father gave her a lot of information to make her path through darkness smoother, Euphemia never studied it.

She preferred to learn the conventional skills from Antiochus.

From the very beginning, Euphemia's only choice was Antirochus.

She stared blankly at the fish skin book for a while, then gently scooped out the floating silk threads from the pot, stood up, dragged over a pile of dodder, mechanically added water, and put it in.

Yufemia shook her head slightly and suddenly realized that the existence of the Dark Labyrinth was indeed of great significance to her.

Those from the Northern Kingdom who emerged from the Dark Night Labyrinth, though receiving fewer resources than those from other labyrinths, all saw their strength rise by more than one level.

This is also why Euphemia deduced that Sun Island was likely a creation of a soul.

The longer you persevere under the sun, the more impurities are cleansed from your soul, and your talents will naturally improve accordingly.

The Church of the Dark Night believes that a person's talent comes from both the soul and the body; the soul determines the upper limit, and the body determines the lower limit.

The physical limitations are difficult for ordinary people to overcome, but with enough resources, it is not entirely impossible to break through to a higher professional level.

Of course, only low-level professionals can do this.

But it is the soul that determines how far a person can go.

People who have no professional level are holding back in both their soul and body, but as long as they work hard, eat and drink well, they can still break through to the trainee level.

It's just meaningless.

The importance of the soul, however, is undeniable.

Otherwise, the swordsman class would never exist.

Soul Island must also have soul inheritance, otherwise no one in the North would have suddenly broken through from a mid-level knight to a high-level knight, and even refined the knight core into Dark Night mode.

Therefore, it shouldn't be a problem if she gained some knowledge that only the Dark Cultists knew on Sun Island.

Euphemia calmed herself down and began to draw and wind the silk, then weave it into a fishing net according to the instructions in the book.

She has always been very patient and doesn't care about losing a day or two.

Peeking into the pot, which was already half full of distilled water, Euphemia pulled out a small silver water bottle... This was a dimensional water bottle, which could hold twenty liters of water at a time, and should be enough for now.
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Antirochus felt he had reached the second stage.

Strange, eerie, and malevolent sounds began to appear in his ears.

With firm steps, he soon realized something... it was the fear in his heart that he once felt.

Without Euphemia, he could only hide alone in the empty room, without lights or sound, with strange shadows everywhere in the bedroom... Harvey Castle was the kind of war fortress with small, high windows.

Moonlight and night light streamed through the windows into the room, which was filled with sculptures and vases, leaving behind only strangely shaped shadows.

Antirochus now knew, of course, that it was a deliberate arrangement by certain people.

The three-year-old child is just beginning to learn language and writing, and his exploration of the outside world relies entirely on the information he receives during the day... He often hears castle tales from the maids.

This is a silent intimidation. If he is frightened, he will inevitably be so scared that he cannot sleep... The knight training that has just begun may very well be interrupted.

If a knight's training is postponed due to physical limitations, even if he has some privileges due to being the son of a duke, they will be revoked directly.

Antirochus himself didn't know how he managed to get through that time.

All he knew was that, in his fear, he learned to befriend the darkness.

After Euphemia was born, he cared even less about those useless threats.

Nighttime was the only time he could secretly visit Euphemia.

Like him, Euphemia was also left unattended at night.

Only when the mattress beneath her became so dirty that Euphemia could no longer bear it and began to cry all night would a maid come to wash it for her, grumbling and cursing. Three-year-old Antirochus already had her own official maid and was much more comfortable no longer needing the Duchess's help.

Although most of the maids had ulterior motives, at least he could command them.

Some people are willing to work as long as they are paid.

Antirochus then took these maids with him to look after Euphemia every day.

The Duchess's side of the matter certainly knew that this was against the rules.

However, they had long since lost all sense of propriety.

Some things are okay to do, but wrong to say them out loud.

Even if Antirochus has no status, he is still a recognized prince... If he were to reveal this, they would still be punished.

The Duchess's job was easy and lucrative, and no one wanted to give it up.

Anyway, they just want to avoid trouble. As long as someone is willing to take care of things, they're happy to have an easy time.

Until Euphemia was three years old, Antirochus spent his nights in her room.

Although the room he insisted on changing its decor was not altered at all, he hardly ever lived there.

By the time Euphemia moved out of the nursery and began living on her own, he had already reached the apprentice level and had the confidence to change his living environment.

Although the head maid was shameless and greedy, she became much more obedient when she realized that Antirochus would kill her sooner or later... The servants of Harvey Castle were not very capable, and there wasn't even a single professional among them.

After all, Duke Harvey was clearly at a disadvantage, and staying in his castle would likely mean dying alongside him.

It's not worth risking your life for a little money if you're just a working person.

Antirochus always thought he had long forgotten those past fears.

But now it seems that he had just hidden it... Fear is indeed never forgotten.

Hearing the wails in those voices, Antirochus suddenly laughed out loud: "So, it was these things that scared me out of my wits?"

The child certainly has a vivid imagination; he was able to create such a ridiculous and terrifying story for himself.

He continued walking, unmoved.

Indeed, he hid these fears, but the fact that he never thought of them proves that he wasn't actually afraid.

Once he befriended the darkness, he was no longer afraid.

After an unknown amount of time, it seemed that they finally understood Antiochus's determination, and those voices slowly disappeared.

The words that echoed in Antirochus's ears again caused his expression to change drastically.

That was... a conversation between Euphemia and her biological father.

The followers of the night are very good at finding hidden places.

The place where he and Euphemia were talking was an area of ​​Harvey Castle that had been untouched for nearly twenty years.

But that man overlooked someone who knew the castle's terrain better than him and was also searching for the no man's land... Antirochus.

No one knows what kind of mental blow Antirochus suffered that day, sitting high on the shelf in the attic, wearing the 'Silent' wonder.

He could accept that Euphemia was not Duke Harvey's child.

After all, Antirochus had been quite strange when the girl was born.

Although Duke Harvey seemed to dote on that woman, it wasn't to the point that she was the only one for him.

The women in the Duke's castle, who didn't even have a professional rank, didn't care about the future at all. They just wanted to get a lot of money and then go out to find a man who didn't care about any of that to live with.

Even the Duke's enemies wouldn't care about these ordinary women who leave the castle.

Of course, the Duke would never allow those women to have children.

But the fact that so many of them didn't fail is rather intriguing.

Antirochus had never heard of such an effective one-time potion.

The most likely explanation for this is that the Duke was already infertile.

It is very likely that after he was born, Duke Harvey decided to end his life.

But Euphemia came from his mother's womb after all.

The father couldn't guarantee anything, but the mother was absolutely right.

Antirochus did not see anything wrong with taking care of his half-sister.

Of course, judging from what those two people said, his idea was not wrong.

The only mistake was that he himself was not the son of the Duke of Harvey.

That's really... weird.

The woman is strange, but the man is even stranger.

How could there be such a crazy couple?

How exactly did they get together?

Did fate take a nap at that moment, and thus fail to see it for a while?

But what did he do wrong...? Why was he born into such a family?
He could see Euphemia's painful struggle, and he understood the girl's final silence in front of him.

But what can be done about his suffering?

(End of this chapter)