How to Survive in the Roanoke Colony-Chapter 30: Prophecy (2)

Look at how the native population, which numbered millions or tens of millions, later decreased. It was the result not just of epidemics, but of systematic massacres and forced relocations.

But this place has now become the land of the angel.

In the angel's land, such things cannot be allowed to happen.

"However, I said I would use you greatly, and that is to glorify the Lord's name in this land."

"What does it mean to glorify the Lord's name?"

"Half of them were destined to die of smallpox. But because of the cows you sent, they will now be spared from smallpox."

"..."

"Also, the other half of them were destined to die by the guns and swords of those who claim to believe in the Lord. You have saved them as well.

You have clearly broken many commandments. But through you, a sinner, millions have been saved. This is the mysterious principle of the Lord."

"Ah, aaah... I'm a-ashamed."

Walter Raleigh is someone who has strived for power all his life but gained nothing.

He wasn't a member of the Queen's Privy Council, and he couldn't give advice beyond flirting with the Queen. Everyone called him the Queen's favorite, but in reality, his influence was insignificant.

"How... I cannot understand why such a lowly person as myself is being used so highly."

"A tool does not question why its master picks it up and uses it."

I fill his self-esteem.

"All people are made in His image. You may be a sinner, but how can you consider yourself lowly?"

"...Lord Nemo, but."

"Look."

I took hold of Raleigh's hunched shoulders and made him look beyond that hill.

Thousands of people plow the fields. They plant potatoes and wheat.

"This is a scene you created. How is it?"

"...It's beautiful."

"They will soon hear the Gospel and enter the gates of heaven. That too is what you have accomplished. Being a sinner does not wash away all your achievements. You are a sinner, but your deeds will remain immortal."

"..."

I see droplets falling from Raleigh's eyes.

"Walter Raleigh."

"...Yes, Lord Angel."

"Return to London. Go and gather hundreds of people to bring to my embrace."

"What is that for?"

"It is to establish a holy church in this land."

It's for this colony to be self-sufficient.

Thousands of inexperienced farmers have appeared. They have come under my control.

Then is this an English colony? Or is it a kingdom of natives?

If my domain remains a kingdom of natives...?

'It will eventually be exterminated.'

It's not just England.

The more powerful conquering group, the Spanish, would be eyeing this place from Florida to the south.

Similarly, there is France, which will extend its ambitions toward the New World. They too will venture into North America within decades.

Establishing a native kingdom alone cannot survive here.

We need to build an independent community that can accept the relatively advanced culture of Europe, expand through continuous population influx, and yet remain independent.

Therefore, more English people are needed here for survival.

"We will gather English people and establish a colony here. Through that colony, we will make the Lord's word spread wider and deeper."

This too was not a lie.

How will I spread Christianity to them? Will I constantly perform miracles, even harming myself? Even if I do, they might think it's a strange marvel but won't believe I'm an angel of Christianity.

It's extremely difficult for faith to take root on its own without an established religious community. Cases of voluntary conversion just from reading the Bible are rare worldwide.

...Yes. I did not lie to Raleigh.

Because he believes I am an angel.

Since I am an angel, each word I say to him must be true. My words must be righteous in his thinking.

Faith and worship are not one-sided.

The worshiper inevitably moves the worshiped.

I suddenly feel the gaze of John White and Manteo turning toward me during the vaccination.

I see the steadfast faith in their eyes. I see their conviction that I will protect them and save their souls.

As I turn my gaze, I see such conviction gradually burning in Raleigh's eyes as well.

I raised Raleigh from his knees and said to him.

"Return to England.

Go and act."

So when I said that.

"...I will do so immediately."

Raleigh boarded the ship with a determined expression.

To find more fuel to spread that flame of conviction.

He went to England.

==

"Sir Raleigh, have you heard the news? The Antichrist Pope has died!"

"...Indeed."

As soon as he returned to England, Raleigh felt a great stirring in his heart.

The Pope had died.

The Cardinal of San Pancrazio Cathedral was elected as the new Pope.

His name was Ippolito Aldobrandini. His papal name was...

"Clement VIII."

Walter Raleigh felt a shiver throughout his body.

"He will choose mercy (Clemens) as his new name."

How... could everything match so perfectly?

With even the slightest doubt washed away, he immediately set to work to respond to 'His' instructions.

"These ones currently have cowpox, so it would be better to take them when they recover..."

"No, take them immediately."

For a while, he just gathered cows. Since cowpox is a disease that cows catch easily and recover from easily, he couldn't select only diseased dairy cows and had to be satisfied with indiscriminately gathering hundreds of them.

And then... next were people.

Sir Raleigh greatly expanded the Virginia Trading Company. No, the trading company, which had never once realized a profit, was already large without needing to be expanded.

"H-here! Don't you need a blacksmith? A blacksmith! A skilled blacksmith!"

"I heard you're recruiting bricklayers! If you choose me, I'll cover the entire New World with bricks!"

"Here, here, don't you need a basket maker? Please... please take us too!"

"Now, now, calm down. Those miners over there, please leave! The miner quota is already full!"

"But if jewels and precious metals are overflowing, why recruit so few miners?"

The first floor of the bustling Virginia Trading Company building was crowded with all sorts of middle-class and lower-class people applying for immigration. However, since only a very small portion of them were selected, disappointment and anxiety filled their eyes.

The second floor was frequented by the relatively upper class and nobility.

Even today, Raleigh, who had been filtering out immigrants without special skills all day, occasionally received guests to attract investment or exchange pleasantries.

But.

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"...What brings a member of the House of Commons here?"

"Well, as the reputation of your colony deepens day by day... I too would like to travel there."

"..."

"..."

Today, there was a visitor with a somewhat different purpose.

The man before him was, frankly, a thorn in Sir Raleigh's side.

He was renowned as an advisor to his political opponent, Robert Devereux, Earl of Essex. The sight of him gradually exercising political influence by receiving the Queen's favor was not particularly welcome to him.

But... even so, the rule of the subtle stage of politics is that one cannot openly antagonize.

"...As it happens, since you don't grant anyone the right to sail to the Virginia colony, I would have to take your ship..."

"Hmm..."

"I'm curious! What kind of society will unfold in the New World! And how majestic will the appearance of that great Indian Emperor be..."

"'He' is not someone you can casually mention."

"...You speak highly of a barbarian?"

"Ha, could a mere barbarian possess such advanced technologies?"

"That could be true as well.

Anyway, I want to go too. Not to settle permanently, but just to travel and look around, you might say?"

"..."

"Would that be alright?"

Walter Raleigh glared at the man before him for a while, stroking his chin. The man didn't show great hostility toward Sir Raleigh. He really did seem to want to go to the New World purely out of scholarly curiosity.

...Or, as rumored, given his character of flattering those in power, he might be trying to switch allegiances.

Sir Raleigh carefully nodded to the man before him and said:

"...Very well. I hope it will be a satisfactory journey for you."

"Hahaha! Thank you, Sir Raleigh!

I will surely repay you someday!"

"That doesn't mean you should go around spreading rumors. The fare will be expensive, and the available cabins won't be spacious.

We barely have enough space to carry honest citizens who will settle permanently, so it would be troublesome if tourists flaunting their status flood in."

"I understand! I'll be sure to remember that!"

The man said, deeply wearing his hat and bowing his head:

"I, Francis Bacon, will certainly not forget this favor!"

After sending the man off, Sir Raleigh sighed and leaned back against the backrest.

That's already the second tourist.

Some strange actor came and pleaded, so he let him, and now it's a rattler.

Raleigh looks at the calendar.

It's already February 1592. Even that dreamlike moment of audience has already become a thing of 3-4 months ago.

...It had been enough time to carry out 'His' orders.

'February 25, 1592: Departure date.'

That's what was written on the calendar.

In a few days, he will set sail again.

This time with hundreds of new settlers.

==

"I heard that Member Bacon is leaving on a tour... is this something agreed upon with the master?"

"No! He suddenly left on his own...! Haaa, that's how fickle people are.

Actually, it's for the better. We need a witness."

Robert Devereux, Earl of Essex, said while nervously stroking a dagger.

"We need a witness to tell how Sir Raleigh's American colony collapsed."