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Chapter 376: Sibyl Finds That Nothing Has Really Changed
Chapter 376: Sibyl Finds That Nothing Has Really Changed
One hour later.
As night fell, the heart of Helrom was abuzz with excitement. The iconic building of the Protoss Empire, the Helrom Broadcasting Company's studio building, had just concluded a grand interview program on its crystal screens, and had now switched to other live interviews.
At this time, the building seemed even more magnificent, with the light beams from the ticker tape at the top piercing through the Helrom night sky, attracting even more attention.
A large crowd had gathered below the Helrom Broadcasting Company building, as if summoned by some emotional call, pouring in from all directions and clogging the surrounding traffic. Everyone wore expressions of excitement and admiration, their eyes scanning the building's glass doors, not wanting to miss the long-awaited figure.
The Helrom Security Bureau had dispatched additional teams of officers to maintain order, as the response to today's interview and the public's enthusiasm for Rocky McCarthy far exceeded their expectations.
Below the building, many media reporters were busy among the crowd, holding cameras and microphones, trying to find better positions.
The Helrom Broadcasting Company's own reporters were also hard at work, immediately selecting passionate citizens near the building after the interview to ask for their thoughts on the well-known politician—this young and promising politician whose words and actions always seemed to elicit strong public reactions.
Those chosen for interviews could even look up and see the interview process being broadcast live on the crystal screens of the Helrom Broadcasting Company building.
This extra entertainment further heated up the atmosphere, until the moment when that man walked out of the building, and the crowd went wild.
At the edge of the spacious street below the building, Myshula stood on her toes, looking at the dense crowd, feeling that there was no way to move forward.
"Sister, he won't be able to see us," Myshula said worriedly.
She knew that her sister wanted to see him today, immediately if possible.
Otherwise, who knew when there would be another chance to meet such an important figure.
Sometimes, love was as urgent as military intelligence; being just a minute late could lead to a total loss. If possible, not a second should be wasted!
Myshula could hear snippets of conversation from the crowd, everyone speculating about when the famous politician would appear. Some already had their holo-crystals aimed at the building's exit, not wanting to miss what could be a historic moment.
It wasn't just the two sisters who wanted to see Rocky McCarthy; others also hoped for even a brief interaction with him.
But Myshula knew that her sister had a reason that was different from anyone else's.
This made Myshula all the more anxious.
The guards maintained order among the crowd, their Protoss police uniforms looking especially solemn under the lights, their expressions serious yet unable to hide their curiosity about the soon-to-appear figure.
As time ticked by, the crowd's anticipation continued to build. Everyone was waiting for the influential politician who could lead the trend of the times to step out of the building and into their line of sight.
On the outer ring of the crowd, there were more journalists with heavy equipment. Compared to trying their luck at interviewing Rocky McCarthy, even getting a couple of photos for the next day's paper would be a success.
Rocky McCarthy's interview was sure to be the hot topic of tomorrow's news.
Meanwhile, the Helrom Broadcasting Company's reporters continued to weave through the crowd, looking for enthusiastic citizens to get feedback and opinions, seeking out voices that represented the people's sentiments.
At that moment, a sharp-eyed Helrom Broadcasting Company reporter spotted their target—two young ladies whose eyes shone with an eagerness that set them apart from the typical fan.
The reporter quickly motioned for his cameraman to follow as he politely excused himself, weaving through the crowd until he reached the two young ladies.
"Good evening, ladies. May we have your thoughts on the prominent political figure everyone is talking about tonight?"
The reporter swiftly and adeptly engaged them, posing his question before Sybillian and Myshula could fully process the situation.
The two young ladies stood out not only for their appearance and demeanor but also because they were dressed in the old-style noble student uniform of the Protoss Royal Magic Academy, the very school attended by Mr. McCarthy.
"I don't have any particular thoughts," Myshula replied briefly.
Many people noticed that the giant crystal screens on the outer walls of the Helrom Broadcasting Company building were broadcasting the live interview, and the girl being interviewed had an unusually stiff expression on her face, as if she were being forced to say something she didn't mean.
Such a cold response from an interviewee was a reporter's nightmare.
However, the Helrom Broadcasting Company reporter demonstrated his professionalism by skillfully handling the situation.
Knowing that any comment he made at this point would only make things more awkward, he simply nodded and turned the microphone towards Sybillian, who seemed more amenable to the conversation.
"So, as students of the Protoss Royal Magic Academy, what are your thoughts on your principal, Mr. Rocky McCarthy's, decision to run for president?" the reporter asked with a relaxed smile.
"I... I think it would be better if he didn't run for president," Sybillian stammered, her voice filled with hesitation.
It was clear that Sybillian, already overwhelmed with emotions, was now even more flustered by the unexpected question about Lanchi.
However.
Sybillian's soft-spoken response carried clearly through the restless night.
In that moment, the atmosphere shifted.
Her answer seemed to touch a nerve among Lanchi's fans, and the once pure admiration and anticipation in the air were slowly replaced by murmurs of discontent and hostility. Even the enthusiastic McCarthy fans nearby turned their attention towards them, and as the interview was projected onto the crystal screens of the building, the crowd waiting for McCarthy's appearance also noticed the young woman on the screens.
Some began to boo, while others whispered among themselves.
"Everyone is entitled to their own opinion, and that's precisely why we conduct these interviews," the Helrom Broadcasting Company reporter said, sensing the tension in the air and trying to defuse the situation.
Despite his efforts, the reporter and his crew remained vigilant, on guard against any overly zealous McCarthy fans in the crowd.
"I..." Sybillian's muddled brain finally caught up with the situation, and she realized that her words had attracted the attention of the entire crowd, their gazes feeling like a thousand needles pricking her skin.
"Their jewelry... it seems to be from the Milford family of the North, doesn't it?" someone in the crowd remarked. The jewelry they were wearing was unique to the Milford territory, and their attire clearly identified them as noble students of the Protoss Royal Magic Academy.
"That Milford family is probably against Mr. McCarthy. It's no surprise, they're an old aristocratic family from the north," another person chimed in.
"Are they enemies of Mr. Rocky McCarthy?"
"They're wearing the old-style noble student uniform. They must be opponents of Mr. Rocky McCarthy."
The whispers grew louder.
The cold wind howled, biting at her chilled skin.
The collective malevolence of the crowd brought Sybillian back to that moment when her father had first disappeared, alone and terrified in Icerite.
Nothing had truly changed.
And she was still that girl, trembling and weeping in the darkness of the night.
(End of Chapter)
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