NOVPUBThe sky was thick with dark clouds, ripe for any outburst of rain. Many pedestrians donned their rain hats, ready for the first drop of rain from the humid night that heralded a drop in temperature.
The crowd that filled the space around the Herram Broadcasting Company building was now looking away or toward the screens. The giant screen on the building continuously broadcasted the interview taking place—the noise around the microphone echoed and magnified under the entire building.
The images of two girls were magnified infinitely on the big screen. Every tiny motion, every expression, became the focus of everyone’s attention.
"I didn’t..."
Hyperion hadn’t expected Lanci’s interview to be so provocative. In such a short time, he’d gained so many fanatic supporters.
Even when she had parted with him before, Hyperion had never seen Lanci display such a talent to spread fanaticism on such a large scale in Ichrite Academy. She was left wondering what on earth Lanci had gone through in the Protoss Empire over the past two months.
However, gradually no one listened to her. Their gazes harbored hostility of varying degrees.
To the fanatic supporters of this political figure, the statements made by this young heiress of the Milford family were considered disrespectful to their leader and a public challenge from the opposition.
"These two young ladies are just expressing their opinions. In the view of Mr. Rocky McCarthy, everyone has the right to actively express their views. Every voice should be heard. Only then can we make progress, isn’t that so?"
The journalist on the sidelines continued to strive to maintain the order of the interview and calm the emotions that could explode at any moment.
However, he also dared not overprotect the two girls, fearing to be seen as an enemy of Rocky McCarthy by his fans.
"You don’t understand Rocky McCarthy at all!"
"You two naive noble misses should be expelled from school, Mr. Rocky McCarthy is too kind, giving you too much freedom on campus."
Gradually, fans started to voice their dissatisfaction loudly, and some even more impulsive people began pointing and shouting at them.
This sentiment began to spread like a wave, causing the reporter to feel the pressure and attempt to end this high-pressure interview as quickly as possible.
"You...!"
Michela was about to scold those people. Although she didn’t know why her sister didn’t want Rocky to run for president, she only knew that her sister was being wronged and unable to defend herself even though she was the woman who supported Rocky from the bottom of her heart.
However, just as Michela wanted to fight back, Hyperion held her back with a cold hand.
They could not afford to embarrass the Milford family at this conspicuous location under the Herram Broadcasting Company.
The air was filled with an almost tangible pressure. The sense of danger was taut, like a string about to snap.
The security guards started to notice the crowd’s excited emotions and quickly stepped up their vigilance, ready to intervene if necessary to ensure the smooth conduct of the interview.
The location of the two girls instantly became the focus of attention in this city that never sleeps. Crowds started to close in, shrinking the space they could stand in.
On the other side.
The revolving glass door of the Herram Broadcasting Company building slowly turned.
Accompanied by a group of stern-faced and suited guards, the young rising star in politics stepped out from the Herram Broadcasting Company building.
His aura was extraordinary, which couldn’t be concealed even in the night—an outstanding appearance. The tall figure cast a shadow on the ground that elongated with each step. He looked around, then shoved one hand into his coat pocket and walked forward amidst thunderous applause from the crowd.
Even a casual glance revealed his unintentional charisma as a leader.
People shouted Rocky McCarthy’s name and the inspiring slogan he used in today’s interview. 𝙣𝒐𝙫𝙥𝙪𝙗.𝙘𝙤𝙢
For a moment, this roaring wave even surpassed the commotion on the other side of the building.
"Students from our school?"
Through the gaps in the crowd, Lanci noticed the uniform of the two girls and murmured to himself in confusion.
His gaze, like a spotlight, was fixed on the two girls. Without uttering a word, his appearance alone was enough to divert the attention of the crowd in that direction.
He had noticed some disturbances from afar as soon as he stepped out of the Herram Broadcasting Company building.
If there was a commotion, he certainly couldn’t stand by and do nothing.
"Please help me, I’m sorry to trouble you."
He then turned his head to briefly communicate with the security personnel around him and raised his hand.
Soon, under this young political figure’s simple gesture of request, the people around him consciously gave way to make a passageway.
The bodyguards immediately seized the opportunity and began guiding him through the crowd, towards the direction where the two girls were standing.
With every step he took, the crowd on either side involuntarily backed off a bit, giving him room to move forward.
Despite the ongoing uproar around him, under Lanci’s aura, all the earth-shattering shouts appeared remarkably quiet, like the white spaces left for him in the scene under the night sky.
Finally, he walked through the pathway made by the crowd, towards the reporter of Herram Broadcasting Company and the two girls.
Lanci let out a helpless sigh.
Although no one knows why he sighed.
It’s the two girls from the Milford family again.
In just two days, this was already the second time that he had encountered them.
Previously at the Rock Intersection Station in Hezishan Province, he met the two as Saint of Nirvana responsible for escorting Sigrid.
So for these two girls, it is probably their first time coming across him, Mr. Rocky McCarthy.
Immediately, Lanci’s gaze swept over the crowd. His rational eyes seemed to be telling everyone—they are students from the school he administers, so everyone please remain calm.
As a principal, he has an implicit responsibility and duty of care towards these youngsters.
When he got close to the two girls, Lanci’s figure once again appeared on the giant screen in the room.
He waved to his fans around him in a soft yet confident voice, indicating through his brief actions that respect and understanding were his core values as a leader in such widely watched circumstances.
"...!
Hyperion looked in amazement at this sudden appearance, familiar yet unfamiliar, as if separated by a high wall despite being within arm’s reach.
Unexpectedly, once again it was him who came to help her.
Under his protection, she finally felt a sense of safety and comfort.
"I’m sorry, I think everyone might have misunderstood her. In the school, I am warmly adored by a portion of the students, so some wouldn’t want me to leave the campus and take up political duties that require dealing with the Empire’s affairs. I hope everyone can understand them."
Facing the camera, Lanci calmly interpreted Hyperion’s words for her.
"...hmm."
His figure reflected in Hyperion’s bright eyes, mixed with a little touch of emotion, relief, and grievance.
Despite the clamor of the crowd around her which made her feel deafened, only the gentle voice of Rocky McCarthy echoing underneath the building was exceptionally clear, and every word entered her mind.
So it’s not just in the South Continent, in Ichrite.
Even in Herram of the North Continent, a place where they have never run into each other before, without seeing through her disguise, he will still come to help her.
At this moment, Hyperion recalled her past encounters with the then still unfamiliar Lanci at Ichrite Academy.
At that time, he also spoke in this manner, constantly helping her.
During the entrance exam, he helped her beat the malevolent Viscount Firat, and after the exam, he eased her relationship with Princess Vivian, drove away Marquis Modan’s son who was causing trouble, guided her through Shadow World Demon Academy to quickly become stronger, defeated the female assassin from the Rebirth Church in the garden and protected her when she was selected as a prey during the church’s night banquet...
Only until this moment did Hyperion realize why she was so unlucky.
This man may have taken away her merits, but he will always come to her rescue when she is in danger.
Is this what it means to meet someone who depletes all your luck?
