NOVPUBOn the early morning of the bishop election day in the Protoss Empire.
The sky of Herram was still in a deep gray-blue hue, the tops of the buildings were surrounded by fog, and the ground was full of twilight.
The Congressional Building stood in the south of Herram, appearing more mysterious and solemn in the dim morning light.
The base layer served as the reception and security check area, being the main entrance for the public and staff to enter the building.
The central hall on the second floor, as the main tourist area, was open to the public most of the time, allowing visitors to observe and understand the legislative process and history of the Protoss Empire.
Upwards, there were office spaces and conference rooms, where the senators and staff worked.
Starting from the fourth floor, there were more offices and committees for smaller-scale discussions and talks, usually used to support senators’ legislative and research work.
However, today, the Congressional Building was not open to the public, only a few journalists from Herram Broadcasting Company were allowed to enter the restricted area.
Underneath the Congressional Building, the crowd had already gathered like a sea.
The media reporters filled the surrounding streets, holding their devices and microphones, anxiously awaiting the arrival of the historic moment.
The air was filled with a tense and expectant atmosphere, people being interviewed had a look of curiosity and uncertainty about the future on their faces, trying to get a glimpse of the upcoming big event from every angle.
Herram’s police had set up security barriers around the building, but this did not reduce the enthusiasm of the gathering crowd.
Under the large screens in various business districts of Herram, there were also crowds of citizens from the imperial capital.
The happenings inside the Congressional Building would be broadcast live by the Herram Broadcasting Company today.
Inward of Protoss Congress Building, inside a special magic energy elevator.
Wearing a black suit and sporting a high ponytail, Hyperion, looking like a butler yet acting like a steward, was by the side of the Bishop of Hegemony.
The magic energy elevator rose slowly, the silence broken only by the faint sounds of machinery and their breathing.
Normally, the bishop should be accompanied by a Saint Heir or a Saintess, but the Saint of Hegemony couldn’t be with the Bishop of Hegemony today.
Hyperion felt quite complex.
For some reason, Lanci had requested her to escort the Bishop of Hegemony into the field as a temporary direct soldier of the Hegemony Branch, to avoid the Bishop of Hegemony taking action unnecessarily.
She, who had many lifesaving means, also got a new lifesaving spell from the Bingxue Witch, making her a great guard.
"Young girl, why are you so cautious around me?"
As Hyperion was thinking, the Bishop of Hegemony slightly turned her head towards her, came a bit closer, and asked in a low voice next to her ear.
Hyperion was startled and quickly moved a bit away.
"..."
She stared at the Bishop of Hegemony, unwilling to talk carelessly.
Hyperion was actually very scared, she never thought she would meet the Bishop of Hegemony so up close.
And the Bishop of Hegemony was nothing like she had imagined.
Even though she was such a terrifying cold woman, she would actually whisper in her ear when they were alone.
"Would you like to become my Saintess?"
The Bishop of Hegemony looked Hyperion up and down and asked with interest.
"Impossible."
Hyperion firmly rejected.
Even though in the Church of the Goddess of Destiny, it was as difficult as ascending to heaven for her to achieve a status comparable to the Saint Heir and Saintess of the Rebirth Church, now the Bishop of Hegemony was unexpectedly extending an olive branch to her.
Of course, chances are, the other party was just testing her.
Although she was scared and couldn’t comprehend why the Bishop of Hegemony appreciated her so much as to unexpectedly propose her to become the Saintness of Hegemony all of a sudden, but she had made a clear distinction from the Rebirth Church and would definitely not sink further into this abyss!
"I can give you the same care as your mother, protect you well, and prevent anyone from bullying you."
The Bishop of Hegemony stared at Hyperion, slightly opened her arms, and said with a smile.
"...I don’t need it."
Hyperion felt like the Bishop of Hegemony was really not joking...
She originally thought the Bishop of Hegemony was an incredibly terrifying person, but she found that when alone with her, this contrasting appearance of the Bishop of Hegemony made her inexplicably feel that she was very gentle?
"You hesitated?"
Sigrid observed the troubled look on Hyperion’s frowning face, and further asked.
"No, I just hope that Mr. Bishop could keep his promise and pretend not to have seen me after my job today is over, and not give me a hard time."
Hyperion stared at the Bishop of Hegemony and answered without hesitation.
She believed that there must be some pitfall in the invitation to be "Saintess".
Although Bishop of Hegemony didn’t seem to have any malice towards her, she always felt that the other party seemed to be teasing her.
"What a pity, I actually quite like you, after all, you are the bravest girl I have ever met. At my wedding in future, putting you at the kids’ table will certainly be nice."
The Bishop of Hegemony shook her head regretfully.
"... are you judging me based on this short acquaintance with me?"
Hyperion didn’t understand why the Bishop of Hegemony thought she was brave.
Is it just because her attitude toward the Bishop of Hegemony is very indifferent now?
The door of magic energy elevator opened, letting the light shine in.
The floor is engraved with complicated patterns, and walking on it would produce a dull echo.
The light above the corridor was dim, providing only the most basic lighting, making the shadows on both sides of the corridor deeper.
"One day, you will understand."
The Bishop of Hegemony just held the curvature of her mouth, stepped outside, indicating Hyperion to catch up.
"..."
Hyperion gathered her thoughts and walked towards the Franklin Central Hall outside.
But she was again confused in her heart.
Normally, a bishop can only have one Saint Heir and one Saintess at most, Lanci is now the Saint of Hegemony, and the Bishop of Hegemony is now inviting her to be the Saintess of Hegemony, so is it that the woman who seduced Lanci in that mansion that day, doesn’t even have the position of Saintess of Hegemony?
Soon after leaving the corridor, her sight brightened.
In Franklin Hall, located on the thirty-third floor of the Congressional Building, the imperial nobles and ministers moved among the stands that were spread out in a fan shape, arranged from low to high, their conversations, laughter, and debates intertwined, most of the senators already seated, quietly exchanging views in the corner.
In the spacious hall, the morning light of Herram poured down from the high transparent dome, softly illuminating the ancient stone floor constructed hundreds of years ago, creating a subtle intertwining of history and reality.
Hyperion looked up and saw Count Milford on the left side of the fan-shaped seats in the hall, who was also currently the binding to her identity as Milian Milford, and not far away from the other side of the seats, was Lanci, who was sitting leisurely, as if he was from another world.
Now Lanci was dressed in a neat suit, surrounded by the stars, making pleasant conversation with many important figures in the imperial political arena.
"..."
Hyperion felt like she had a fishbone stuck in her throat.
She initially watched as Lanci inexplicably became the principal in the Shadow World, sitting in the conference room arranging work for a group of school leaders.
Now he’s on a bigger stage, it really feels like there’s no limit to his capabilities.
