The Herloom Broadcasting Company building was bathed in the white glow of a giant screen under the night sky, its radiance illuminating the bustling city below.

The screen displayed a street interview taking place not far from the building. Suddenly, Rocky McCarthy stepped into the frame, dominating the view.

His words were clear and forceful as he spoke, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding crowd. It was as if he were silently conveying a message to everyone: We need more patience, more understanding.

The surrounding crowd shifted uncomfortably, exchanging glances. Their initial discontent and hostility seemed to melt away with his words, replaced by murmurs of agreement.

"Mr. McCarthy is right."

"Maybe we were too hasty."

"We're so sorry. I knew the students at the Protoss Royal Academy of Magic wouldn't oppose Rocky McCarthy."

Apologetic whispers rippled through the crowd, a jumble of voices attempting to explain their misunderstandings and remorse to him and the two young women. Some voices expressed sudden realization, others genuine concern. A few sentences, a few sincere descriptions, conveyed their regret.

The atmosphere lightened, and everyone became remarkably cooperative.

"Alright, it's okay. Go back to school now."

Having resolved the issue, he turned to the two young women who had been trapped in the crowd, addressing them with a paternal concern and a leader's responsibility.

After a brief conversation with the reporter, Ranchi bid farewell, ready to leave the now-calm scene and return to his school. Official duties awaited him; this week would likely be one of his busiest and most fulfilling.

Just as he turned to take his first step, he felt a gentle tug on his arm.

Ranchi stopped dead in his tracks, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. He turned to see the young woman who had grasped his arm.

"..."

She pursed her lips, her eyes filled with subtle tension and determination. Perhaps she wished to express unspoken gratitude, or perhaps she wanted to convey something in private.

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

Ranchi's expression swiftly shifted from surprise to peaceful attentiveness. He spoke softly, with a hint of helpless politeness.

The brief interlude silenced the surrounding crowd once more, everyone waiting to see what would happen next.

The noble young lady of the Milford family, with unexpected courage, had seized the arm of a political figure, once again making her the center of attention for the cameras that evening.

"..."

Surrounded by onlookers and recording equipment, her eyes seemed to want to convey something, but she couldn't bring herself to speak. She only gripped Ranchi's arm tighter and tighter, as if afraid he would run away.

It was as if, if she didn't take this chance to speak with him, she might never see him again.

This puzzled Ranchi, and he gradually began to feel annoyed.

He disliked being touched by others.

"Hello, if there's something you want to say, you can tell me."

Although his voice was calm, it was loud enough for those around him to notice, and for the young woman to realize that her actions had drawn attention.

Anyone could read the subtle signal – he felt the young woman's actions were slightly crossing a personal boundary.

If she continued to overstep, he might have to signal the nearby security personnel to intervene.

The noble lady's hand remained firmly clasped on his arm, her eyes filled with complex emotions. Many words crowded her heart, but she couldn't find an outlet, hoping he would realize it soon.

Miss Milford, the Earl's daughter, perhaps realized that her way of expressing her emotions was somewhat extreme, but the urgency of what she wanted to say kept her rooted in place.

Her jewel-like eyes, shining with a bright luster, reflected Ranchi's figure, following the changes in his expression.

Ranchi felt confused by the sudden surge of emotion.

During his two months in the Northern Continent, he had grown accustomed to controlling the situation, accustomed to people's following him. But at this moment, the young woman was stopping him in a way that felt like she wanted to restrain him.

Surrounded by people, she didn't dare say the words, and could only look at Ranchi with slightly tearful eyes. It was a very faint whisper, and if he was listening, he would definitely be able to sense that, compared to anxiety and stubbornness, there was more trust, the certainty that he would definitely recognize who she was.

Sometimes, insignificant sounds can convey meaningful information.

For some reason.

A female face he had never known before, he had never heard her voice, she was only playing charades with him.

Ranchi met her familiar gaze, and felt a strange feeling in his heart.

It was as if his current aloofness towards her was a mistake.

And, why had he allowed her to touch him so easily?

Was he too slow to react, or was she too strong?

No way...

As the first raindrop fell silently in the night sky, it seemed to open the floodgates of memory. Between the rain lines illuminated by the white light of the building's screen, the young man and the noble lady's eyes met, conveying each other's emotions.

The rain gradually intensified, and the crystal screen of the Herloom Broadcasting Company building shimmered in the rain. The flashes of the cameras occasionally illuminated the faces of the two people.

There were no words, only eye contact. The unique tacit understanding between them made everyone around them feel that this was an unusual reunion. Even the recording equipment couldn't fully capture the depth of the gaze. Ranchi's expression slowly changed from astonishment to calm.

"Is it you?"

Ranchi asked tentatively. Although he had no evidence, he had a feeling that the young woman in front of him was the person he had been searching for in the capital.

"...You finally recognized me."

Hyberian nodded. The worry on her brow gradually eased when she received Ranchi's response, and then a relieved expression appeared, followed by a gratified smile.

When Hyberian looked up again, Ranchi's eyes were encouraging. The aloofness from just now was gone from his face, and the familiar optimism from Yekrite had returned.

The reporter, who had been watching for a long time without leaving, kept looking back and forth between the two.

"...Excuse me, Mr. Rocky McCarthy, may I ask, do you two know each other?"

He finally nervously held out the microphone and asked the question. Based on his professional observation and logical analysis, that should be right. The sense of déjà vu from the process just now was too strong.

"We haven't seen each other in a long time. I almost didn't recognize her."

Ranchi shifted his gaze, a smile on his lips but his eyes lowered.

"Did the two young ladies from the Milford territory just arrive in the capital, Herloom, today?"

The Protoss Broadcasting Company reporter understood and asked.

"Yes."

Mishuela nodded in confirmation.

The reporter showed a shocked expression. Without needing to ask more questions, he understood what was going on – Rocky McCarthy and the Earl's daughter of the Milford family were childhood sweethearts who had been separated for many years, and had finally reunited after a long time.

And originally, leaving home to travel far away to study at the Protoss Royal Academy of Magic, known for its strictness, and engaging in vicious competition with the young geniuses of the Protoss Empire, was a dangerous journey full of challenges and tests. But for Miss Milford, the Earl's daughter, it turned into "The Story of How My Childhood Sweetheart is the Headmaster of the Academy," what a Mary Sue plot!

It's also a triple update today, desperately paying off my debt!

(End of this chapter)