"Prophecy?"
Hearing Duanmu Huai's question, the fat governor's face broke into a smile.
"Ah, I have indeed heard of that prophecy. But I don't think there's anything wrong with it. Everyone was able to hold on despite losing contact with the Empire precisely because they believed in that prophecy.
"Because we believe that the Empire will return one day. All we have to do is believe in the God Emperor and believe in the Empire."
For the higher-ups, this truly wasn't a problem. An illusory prophecy could make their work much easier, at least preventing riots, rebellions, or even worse incidents.
But in Duanmu Huai's eyes, things weren't that simple.
"What happened to the person who issued the prophecy?"
"I heard he's already dead... I remember that the previous governor even held a grand funeral for him. There should be records of it in the archives."
"I want to examine those records."
Duanmu Huai's voice was calm.
"The Empire will not overlook the sacrifices of the loyal."
Likewise, the Empire would not overlook the foolishness of traitors.
But Duanmu Huai felt there was no need to say that aloud. The other party should understand.
And if he didn't, it didn't matter.
"Of course. I'll immediately send someone to the archives to retrieve the report. You'll receive the original records before dinner."
The fat governor smiled as he made his promise.
Perhaps, in his eyes, this was a chance to rise rapidly through the ranks. A world that had lost contact with the Empire had nonetheless maintained its loyalty to the Empire and the Emperor and continued to do so to this day. Perhaps he was hoping this would earn him a promotion and allow him to advance even further... Well, that was fine. There was nothing wrong with indulging in