Bab 61: Chapter 61: The Restoration of the Sacred Icon is Complete!
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Arila's response left the factory manager a bit puzzled.
An Overseer?
That's almost the lowest level of management.
It barely counts as a management position at all.
He had initially thought that even if Arila wanted to become the factory manager, he could grit his teeth and agree.
After all, he could just give her an empty title, one that wouldn't involve any real responsibilities, or assign someone capable to assist her.
But he really didn't expect her to choose to be an overseer.
"Arila, are you sure you want to be an overseer?"
"Absolutely!"
"Would you like to reconsider?"
Arila shook her head firmly in response.
She wanted to be an overseer.
As a worker, her daily life consisted of working on the assembly line in the workshop, day after day, assembling the mechanical components required by the King's Court district.
During breaks, she could only walk along a fixed route back to the living quarters assigned by the factory. She had almost no personal time at all.
One could say that the small assembly line workshop was her entire world.
Her daily interactions were mostly limited to the overseers who oppressed her with whips.
For her, being an overseer was the best position she could imagine.
She remembered how her father used to boast when he was alive, saying that he worked the hardest and would surely become an overseer one day!
Little did they know that management positions within the factory were mostly reserved for those from the Upper Hive.
People like them, from the Lower Hive, hardly had any chance of becoming managers.
A worker was just a worker, destined to remain so for life!
As someone from the Upper Hive, the factory manager could not comprehend Arila's choice. He couldn't fathom that she might not know about any other positions besides being an overseer.
This was the gap created by their different social classes.
Seeing Arila's determination, the factory manager sighed and replied:
"Alright, Arila, I respect your choice.
From now on, you are an overseer.
Someone will come shortly to handle the paperwork and explain how to carry out your duties as an overseer!
As for your area of responsibility, it will be the third assembly line where you used to work.
Of course, if you ever change your mind, feel free to come find me..."
An overseer, huh?
Well, in any case, she'll still be the most powerful overseer in the factory.
Once she gets the hang of it, I'll find a chance to promote her slowly.
The factory manager thought to himself.
At that moment, Arila barely heard the factory manager's words. She was already completely immersed in the joy of becoming an overseer.
Hehehe!
She was the best Arila ever!
Her father never achieved it, but she did!
Thank the God-Emperor!
And thank the merciful Governor!
Achoo!
"Who's thinking of me?"
On the balcony of the spire mansion, Eden suddenly sneezed.
He rubbed his nose and looked towards the Holy Square.
What met his eyes was the towering and majestic hundred-meter-tall statue of the God-Emperor.
It had once been desecrated by heretics, left in ruins.
That represented the suffering and humiliation endured by the King's Court district, and even the Imperium itself, during this catastrophe.
Due to the Great Rift in the Warp, nearly half of the Imperium's territories had fallen into darkness, ravaged by xenos, heretics, and Chaos Daemons.
Urth was one such world.
But now, the statue of the God-Emperor had been preliminarily restored, returned to its original grandeur.
Only the final gilding and gemstone inlay remained.
This was a symbol, the first step in a great crusade.
He, Eden Grant, ruler of Urth and the Planetary Governor of the Imperium, would begin to reclaim the planet and save other worlds from the dark side of the Imperium!
In the Holy Square, Bayev directed the artisans as they made the final preparations.
These artisans were tasked with decorating the entire Holy Square—raising flags, laying out luxurious carpets, and more.
They also had to complete the gilding and inlay of gemstones on the statue of the God-Emperor before the night of the Emperor's Ascension Day.
Fortunately, everything was progressing smoothly, and they would meet the deadline.
Bayev looked up at the statue of the God-Emperor and couldn't help but pray:
"God-Emperor above, please bless us!
Bless us that, under the leadership of the Governor, we may emerge from this terrible darkness!"
For the past five years, Bayev had been in a state of despair.
As the Grand Chamberlain of the King's Court district, he was fully aware of the dire situation.
He knew that there was no hope left for the King's Court district.
Its most likely fate was to fall into chaos and be overtaken by the Hoffman family.
But the Hoffman family, with their schemes and short-sighted incompetence, had no chance either.
They had already been tainted by Chaos.
Their control over the King's Court district would only make things worse.
Ultimately, Urth would not escape the clutches of Chaos and face total destruction!
In the face of such despair...
The Governor had long since abandoned hope, neglecting all duties and spending his days in debauchery.
But Bayev, the most loyal servant of House Grant, could not give up!
He could not afford to show even a hint of despair, nor let such emotions crush him.
Day and night, he worked tirelessly to assist the Governor, handling all the administrative duties.
Yet all he could do was delay the inevitable, to give the darkness a little more time before it consumed everything.
In truth, he had long prepared himself for the end.
When the King's Court district fell, when the last of the Grant bloodline perished, he and his family would go with them.
It would be their final act of loyalty!
But since that attack, the Governor had changed after losing his memory. He started taking care of official matters and trying to save the King's Court!
These past days, Bayev had been observing the Governor.
He initially thought the Governor had turned to the dark gods of Chaos, which explained the sudden change.
But regardless, it was a good thing.
As long as the Grant bloodline continued, even if it meant following them into corruption, Bayev would not hesitate!
However, over time, he dismissed that idea.
The Governor, in fact, showed greater care for his people than even his father had. This was not the behavior of a Chaos follower.
Rather than believing that the Governor had turned to Chaos, Bayev preferred to believe that the Governor had been blessed by the God-Emperor!
That was why he had changed so much, becoming more compassionate and wise, and gaining godlike, mysterious powers.
Seeing the recent changes in the King's Court district, Bayev 's despair had gradually faded.
Although the situation was still tough, he believed the Governor would perform more miracles and lead the district out of danger...
At the entrance of the cathedral, Bishop Doni leaned on his staff as he walked out.
He gazed at the newly restored statue of the God-Emperor, tears streaming down his face.
It was finally restored.
Not only had the statue been repaired, but the Emperor's Ascension Day festival, which had been canceled for years, was being held once again.
The Church would proceed to the Holy Square to bless the people, distributing sacred bread and water.
All of this was thanks to the Governor, and Bishop Doni was becoming increasingly convinced that he was the one chosen by the God-Emperor.
The all-knowing, all-powerful God-Emperor had shown Urth the way!
And they, the Emperor's loyal followers, had only to follow the one chosen by the Emperor. The sword in his hand would cleave through the darkness and lead the faithful into the light!
Bishop Doni gazed at the grand statue of the God-Emperor, his heart swelling with devotion.
To the chorus of the Seraphim, he fervently recited the hymns of gratitude to the almighty God-Emperor.
Let the Emperor's torch burn bright, dispelling all specters of the void!
(End of Chapter)
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