NOVPUBBeneath a night sky twinkling with stars, the music over Herram’s business district square intertwined with Lanci’s speeches formed a symphony of the city.
Hyperion and Michela stood amidst the crowd in this vast square.
The moment they reached this pedestrian square, Michela noticed that her sister’s dynamic expression had frozen on her face, as if sealed by a sudden frost, rigid and devoid of its usual warmth.
The two sisters stood there while the surrounding crowds continued to flow, making them seem like two solitary islands in the river of time.
Michela held on to Hyperion’s arm, trying to comfort her.
But at this moment, even the warmth of the human touch could not still the tremors in her sister’s eyes.
She could hardly imagine what could have happened that would cause her usually composed sister to lose control of her emotions.
Michela could only feel her sister’s sudden change, a nameless anxiety surging in her heart as she alternated her gaze between the screen and Hyperion’s cheeks. n𝚘𝚟𝚙u𝚋.co𝚖
On the flickering screen, the talk show continued.
The male guest caught by the camera was well-behaved, his congenial manner of speaking hinting at a unique allure, a product of his aura, and his inborn rationality and composure.
"I’ve never been like any politician, if I have to say, I’ve always been just a principal. I don’t want war, I don’t want to see people getting meaningless harm, let alone the day where my students will march to the battlefield. I just want everyone to live a happy life, and my students should make the Protoss Empire better."
The soothing voice echoed over the square at night, making more and more passersby stop to look at the screens above.
The screens, large and small surrounding the entire square, were filled with the image of the young man.
His sincere gaze and words made it hard to doubt his fervor, and people started to consider whether he had the ability to turn his dreams into reality.
"Sister Milian? What’s wrong?"
Michela asked with a worried tone.
Despite hearing the familiar voice which snapped her back to reality, Hyperion attempted to regain her composure. She took a deep breath, but her mind remained in turmoil.
"That man..."
She almost whispered,
"Him... I need to find him... "
Her breathing revealed a tremor, as if she wanted to stop something irreversible from happening.
The next second, she looked towards the various roads leading to the square.
The surreal feeling which could only be felt at this place, dubbed "The Crossroads of the World", made her momentarily perplexed as to which direction led to the Herram Broadcasting Company.
"We go this way."
Michela promptly pointed out the way for Hyperion, and they began to jog.
Michela was even more confused. Her sister was usually calm and composed, able to maintain a ladylike demeanor even when faced with unknown territories.
But now, her sister seemed to have been unexpectedly bolt-struck, even her usually elegant demeanor was gone.
The smiling famous political figure on the screen was captivating to most, but it seemed to tell a story known only to her sister.
"Wait, could that person be Rocky?"
From the overhead screen, Michela heard the host referring to the famous political figure as "Mr. Rocky McCarthy".
She abruptly recalled that the man her sister had been looking for was also named Rocky.
Michela’s heart pounded, it had never occurred to her that the man her sister longed for had such a high status in the Imperial Capital, Herram!
The Milford family had never had such an impressive prospective groom.
If their father learned that the man in her sister’s heart was actually a big shot from Herram, he would surely be startled! The nobles of Xi Bei Province wouldn’t dare to secretly insult the Milford family as having picked up a wild seed anymore.
"Could brother-in-law be that impressive? Was he discussing his potential candidacy for the President of the Protoss on ’The Herram Evening Show’ just now?"
Michela asked, visibly moved.
"He’s not your brother-in-law!"
Hyperion, while jogging, looked at Michela and vehemently denied,
"He, he, he..."
Hyperion repeated "he" three times but was unable to say what he was, and she was somewhat out of breath.
How could he change so drastically in just two months?!
Even without her holding him back, Hyperion could not reconcile Lanci’s cautious personality with his meteoric rise in the wild Protoss Empire.
No matter how she thought about it, it didn’t seem right.
Why did it seem like Lanci had completely let himself go?
"Sister, given his high profile in the Imperial Capital, Herram, we might find the area around the Herram Broadcasting Company crowded with citizens and journalists waiting for him when we get there. We may not be able to see him!"
Michela reminded.
Usually, celebrities like him would have quite a lot of fans waiting on site, the security would be tight, and even the Fourth Avenue near the Herram Broadcasting Company might be closed to traffic.
It might be said that such characters are not readily accessible to ordinary viewers.
"But if you can find a way to have him notice you at a glance, he should be able to come and find you!"
Perplexed, Michela added.
At her words, Hyperion fell silent.
In her current disguise, top-notch magic artisans of the Bingxue Witch and the Church had altered her to fit her new identity prepared by the Milford family two months in advance in the Protoss Empire.
Even if Lanci still maintained the brown hair and green eyes characteristic of Rocky’s appearance prepared when they left the South Continent, she could recognize Lanci, but Lanci could not recognize her.
"He probably won’t recognize me now."
Hyperion said softly.
"Could it be... "
Michela began, looking at her sister’s expression with surprise, and she understood.
It was the kind of story where childhood sweethearts who hadn’t seen each other for many years grew up and couldn’t remember each other’s faces anymore.
Even if they had been separated for many years, they had both grown up, and many wonderful fantasies had not been forgotten.
Her sister has been yearning for that man for over a decade, and that man remembered the words her sister told him all along — to find her, he even made his way upwards step by step in the empire, finally reaching the most conspicuous position, hoping to be discovered by her.
That was just too romantic!!
"Sister, no matter what, I will definitely make him your husband!"
Michela said excitedly, a rare emotional expression appearing on her usually stoic face.
Michela made a vow in her heart, she would do whatever it took to help Milian Milford and Rocky McCarthy, this match made in heaven, to come together in the end!
