The sigil of the Inquisition was blindingly stark, radiating an invisible menace.
Everyone knew what it meant. Those terrifying beings were about to descend upon this planet.
"I hope the situation isn't too serious—" The Archon felt completely numb.
With an incident like this occurring on the planet, he, as its Archon, naturally bore an inescapable responsibility.
If this had been a Governor of the Old Imperium, a protest or rebellion on a planet would not have counted as a problem at all.
As long as they paid the Imperial Tithe, even if the traitors turned everything upside down, no one would care.
In fact, even if the traitors overthrew the planetary Governor and became the new rulers, the Imperium would not have cared.
As long as the new ruler could continue paying taxes to the Imperium, that was enough.
But in the New Imperium, an Archon bore the most direct responsibility for the planet under his jurisdiction. If problems arose, he would be held accountable, even arrested and put on trial.
Especially during a period of total war, that accountability would be even stricter!
"The Savior, I have failed your nurturing and expectations!"
At that moment, the Archon felt his future was bleak, and he trembled uncontrollably. He was thinking about how he would explain everything to the Inquisitor later.
With something like this happening, once the Inquisitor arrived, he would definitely conduct a full investigation, and would most likely uncover even more matters.
If anything had happened that did not comply with regulations, and it had been concealed and left unreported, the punishment would be even more severe.
So he chose to confess fully in the hope of leniency.
Although the Archon was trembling and utterly despairing, he still maintained his composure, then personally rushed to the scene