NOVPUB"Hmm."
Hyperion simply replied quietly this time.
"As a member of our Milford family, if someone picks on you, you must fight back. If anyone dares to bully you, just tell me."
So, what it meant by "not to lose face" was to fight back when bullied.
Hyperion was gradually understanding what Michela was trying to say.
Even though Michela was only a Second-order, she evidently had the confidence of an Earl’s Daughter in Protoss School.
Feeling taken care of, Hyperion could not help but recall her early days at Ichrite Academy.
Back then, everyone was quite hostile towards her, some even going out of their way to give her trouble and being quite unpleasant.
However, there used to be someone who always had her back at Ichrite Academy...
If he was at Protoss Royal Magic Academy, would he do the same?
"..."
Hyperion shook her head, cutting short her daydreaming.
"Don’t worry, Michela. I am very strong," Hyperion confidently grinned at Michela.
She had trained with Lanci for a term, been educated by Tata, and even received over a month’s special training from the Bingxue Witch. By now, she was nothing like the newbie she had been at the academy who was susceptible to bullying.
"That’s reassuring. Anyway, if you come across those who need to be taught a lesson, don’t hesitate to do so. Our family can afford it. There’s no need for you to worry about causing trouble for father," said Michela, nodding.
Although she was not good at expressing herself, Michela possessed a unique talent for emotional communication. She could sense that her older sister was a very pure person, and she was afraid that Hyperion would be bullied in Herram, a city known for its rampant material desires and a cold, unfeeling populace.
The two ladies fell silent after exchanging the necessary pleasantries.
Michela remained expressionless, making it difficult for Hyperion to gauge her mood or what she was trying to convey.
"By the way, Michela, have you ever heard a man named Rocky?" Hyperion inquired tentatively.
She had been worried about this for a long time.
She had planned to ask Count Milford about it the next time they met alone, as she didn’t want her three companions to know about Lanci’s alias and whereabouts in the Northern Continent. It was essential that their condition didn’t worsen.
This was the perfect opportunity to ask Michela, who had been to the capital city Herram on multiple occasions and would probably be more aware of the situation down south.
"Rocky? I haven’t heard of him. How is he related to you? Does he have any distinguishing features? Do you need my help to find him?" Michela arched her eyebrows, asking in return.
Faced with Michela’s rather cold but extremely eager questioning, Hyperion immediately shook her head and waved her hands dismissively.
"He’s a friend I’ve lost contact with for a long time. Let’s try to find him once we get to the capital," Hyperion finally said.
Just hearing Michela’s response set her mind at ease.
Deep down, Hyperion could not help but feel relieved. It seemed that Lanci had not made a name for himself in Xi Bei Province, which was a good thing.
Even though news from the northern region was now being censored, leading to some delay in communication between Xi Bei Province and Herram capital, at least a month ago, Lanci had not caused a sensation in the capital or the southern region.
"Don’t worry, I know someone from the Herram Broadcasting Company. We can always issue a missing person notice, and we’re bound to find him," Michela assured her.
Knowing her cousin was so fond of the man, Michela felt confident that if he were in Protoss Empire and they went to Herram, they’d definitely find him.
"I’m looking forward to seeing how good your taste is," Michela teased.
From Hyperion’s reaction, she guessed that this must be the man her cousin had set her heart on. And to win the Milford family’s eldest daughter, the man had to be accomplished, ambitious, and gifted within the Empire.
Michela would be sure to help her sister guard this choice carefully.
"Michela, it seems like you’ve misunderstood something," said Hyperion, struggling to read Michela’s subtle expressions.
But she couldn’t very well explain her and Lanci’s story from the South Continent to Michela, could she?
Yet, for some reason, after arriving in the Northern Continent, Hyperion found that all the people and things she encountered were full of touching moments and positivity.
With a quiet sigh, Hyperion looked towards the other end of the spacious room.
Outside the window, it was still lightly raining, like the plucking of time on the strings of a harp. Gazing out at the lanterns in the misty courtyard through the window glass, she found the plain scenery offering a newfound perspective.
Everything was just right, stirring an inner motivation.
No matter how full of unknowns and dangers the future in Herram might be, Hyperion still felt an underlying energy coursing through her veins.
Here’s to the anticipation, of everything coming to an end.
And the moment when she would meet him again.
