NOVPUBAn hour later.
Under the cloak of nightfall, the flickering of lights filled the heart of Herram with a certain restlessness. The landmark building of the Protoss Empire — the Herram Broadcasting Company’s broadcasting building, just finished airing a grand interview. It then switched to other live broadcasts.
At this hour, the building looked more magnificent than ever, with the lights on top flying across the night sky of Herram, attracting even more attention. 𝖓𝔬𝔳𝔭𝖚𝖇.𝔠𝔬𝖒
A large crowd had already gathered underneath the Herram Broadcasting Building. Summoned by some sort of enthusiasm, they came from all directions, causing a traffic jam around the building. Each person wore a look of excitement and admiration, their gazes darting around the glass doors of the building, afraid of missing a long-anticipated figure.
The Herram Police Department had dispatched extra squads to maintain peace and order. The response to this interview and the enthusiasm for Mr. Rocky McCarthy evidently far exceeded their imagination.
Beneath the building, numerous media reporters were busy at work. They held cameras and microphones, trying to find the best position in the crowd.
The reporters from Herram Broadcasting Company weren’t wasting any efforts. After the interview, they immediately started picking passionate citizens from the crowd, asking them to share their views on this famous political figure, a promising young politician whose every action seemed to incite a strong public reaction.
Those who were selected for on-the-spot interviews could even look up and see their interview process being broadcasted live on the crystal screens on the Herram Broadcasting building.
This complimentary program was further stirring up the atmosphere until the moment that man stepped out of the building, which people couldn’t imagine what kind of grand scene it would be.
At the edge of the spacious street underneath the building, Michela, stood on her tiptoes, looking at the sea of people, feeling as if she could find no path forward.
"Sister, he won’t be able to see us later."
Michela said worriedly.
She knew her sister wanted to see him today; sooner rather than later. Otherwise, who knows when they would get another chance to meet this significant person.
Love could sometimes be as urgent as military affairs. Being a minute late could result in total failure. If possible, they couldn’t afford to waste a single second!
Michela could hear the chatter in the crowd. Everyone was guessing when the famous political figure would appear. Some people already had their Crystal Stone cameras pointed at the exit of the building, afraid of missing the opportunity to witness this potentially historical moment.
It wasn’t just they who wanted to see Rocky McCarthy, others also desired even the briefest interaction with him.
But, Michela knew her sister had a reason distinct from anyone else’s.
And this made Michela more anxious.
The guards were maintaining order within the crowd. Their Protoss police uniforms appeared even more solemn under the lights. They wore serious expressions, but their eyes couldn’t hide their curiosity about the man about to emerge.
As time slowly passed, the crowd’s anticipation continued to escalate. They were all waiting for the famous political figure who could lead the winds of change to step out of the building and into their line of sight.
At the outer circle of the crowd, there were even more journalists with heavy equipment. Compared to trying their luck on interviewing Rocky McCarthy, getting a couple of photos as the material for tomorrow’s newspaper would be fine.
Rocky McCarthy’s interview was definitely going to be the hot content for tomorrow.
Meanwhile, the reporters from Herram Broadcasting Company were still weaving through the crowd, picking out conspicuous civilians, asking for their feedback, and looking for voices that could represent public opinions.
Then, a quick-thinking reporter from the Herram Broadcasting Company targeted two young girls. Their eyes revealed an urgency not seen in normal fans.
The reporter rapidly approached with his cameraman, politely squeezing past the crowd to reach the two girls.
"Good evening, ladies. Could you share with us your thoughts about the political rockstar everyone is buzzing about tonight?"
The reporter smoothly started the conversation, completing his question before Hyperion and Michela could react.
These two ladies stood out not only for their beauty and demeanor but also because they were wearing the old noble student uniforms of the Protoss Royal Magic Academy, the very school where Mr. McCarthy went.
"I have no thoughts."
Michelle answered succinctly.
Many noticed the interview being broadcast on the crystal screen of the exterior wall of the Herram Broadcasting Company building. The young girl being interviewed seemed too rigid, as if she was speaking against her heart’s will.
Such a cold attitude from an interviewee is a reporter’s nightmare.
However, the reporters of Herram Broadcasting Company were evidently competent and knew how to handle the situation.
Any comment at this point would only embarrass him. So, he simply nodded and handed the microphone to Hyperion, whose demeanor appeared to be more gentle.
"So, how do you, as students of the Protoss Royal Magic Academy, view the election attitude of your principal Mr. Rocky McCarthy?"
The reporter asked with a calm smile.
"...I think, it would be better if he didn’t run for president."
Hyperion hesitantly responded.
Apparently, with her feelings in a state of turmoil, the sudden selection to interview her on Lanci’s issue made it even more confusing.
However.
The utterly delicate response from Hyperion was extraordinarily clear in the restless night.
In an instant, the surrounding atmosphere seemed to shift.
This response seemed to touch the sensitive nerve of the surrounding fans.
The original atmosphere of simple admiration and anticipation was replaced by a bit of dissatisfaction and hostility. On the side, the originally enthusiastic McCarthy fans also turned their attention here until the interview was transmitted to the crystal screen of the building, making the crowd waiting for McCarthy’s appearance in the distance notice the girl in the interview.
Some people started booing, and some even started discussion.
"Everyone has their own opinions, and this is the purpose of our interview."
Sensing the tense atmosphere, the reporter from Herram Broadcasting Company quickly tried to defuse the situation.
Nevertheless, the reporters and interview teams of Herram Broadcasting Company had to be on high alert for overly excited McCarthy fans in the crowd.
"I..."
Hyperion, whose mind was originally in chaos, finally came to her senses. She realized that she might have said something wrong under this atmosphere.
However, before she could further organize her words, she felt the countless eyes from the dense crowd seemed to be fixed on her.
"Their jewelry... Seems to be from the Milford family in the north, doesn’t it?"
Only in Milford Province is such jewelry is produced en masse, and their clothing clearly indicates that they are noble students from the Protoss Royal Magic Academy.
"There’s nothing to be surprised about the fact that the Milford family opposes Mr. McCarthy. They are the old nobility from the north."
"Are they enemies of Mr. Rocky McCarthy?"
"The two of them, dressed in the old style of noble school uniforms, are indeed opposing Mr. Rocky McCarthy."
Voices were in a flurry.
The lonely cold wind invaded her cold skin.
This terrifying collective malice made Hyperion feel like she was back in Ichrite when her father had just disappeared.
Nothing has changed.
And she is still the girl who would tremble in fear alone in the dead of night, with tears streaming down her face.
