How to Survive in the Roanoke Colony-Chapter 27: No One (1)

"Haa... haa... this installation is a pain in the ass."

My body felt tired, probably because I stayed up all night reading the Bible and game catalogs. Continuing to work alone immediately was draining.

I sat down on a folding chair set aside in a corner of the farm and opened "Large Print Revised Japanese Bible (which I had bought for my father when his eyesight deteriorated) next to the "Immortal Order" catalog.

And there, I examined one by one the appearances of angels descending or manifesting.

The result was... exactly as I had observed yesterday.

Angels protect people and wage spiritual warfare against demons. They serve humanity and the church as instruments of God, and when the final judgment comes, they will annihilate the evil of this world.

They comfort the fugitive Hagar, announce Jesus's conception to the Virgin Mary, fly through the heavens, defeat demons, burn 185,000 Assyrian soldiers, and appear as visions before various prophets to show the future.

Among these, what can I do?

Suddenly appear before a saint? I don't know who the saints of this era are, but I doubt there are any within 1,000 kilometers of here.

Flying through the sky? Obviously impossible. For reference, there are more than 200 years left until the Wright brothers are born.

Teleporting and defeating demons? That's also impossible. I can't even guess how long until teleportation is developed. Is it even possible to develop?

Burning 185,000 people? If that were possible, you wouldn't be human anymore...

...Come to think of it, instant body regeneration probably makes me not human either, so I take back my last statement.

Anyway.

Among the many powers of angels, there's only one I can imitate.

Prophecy.

...Strictly speaking, theologically angels can't prophesy, it's all shown by God, but that's not important.

Angels do appear in events where they show visions of the future to prophets like Daniel and Zechariah, or interpret those visions. The Angel of Fatima, who appeared in the 20th century, also showed the future to witnesses.

That's important.

Angels are the messengers of prophecy.

And I... can make those "prophecies." With what?

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With this.

And if I add my shallow knowledge of world history, I can foresee the future for decades, no, hundreds of years ahead.

With this, I realize the "power" of an angel.

But... this alone is not enough.

Because on the outside, I look like an ordinary human.

I can't emit light from my body, don't have wings, and I'm not a non-human life form like the wheel with dozens of eyes that occasionally appears in the Bible.

In other words, I have the "power" of an angel but lack the "majesty."

...I look around.

This is inside a greenhouse full of Shine Muscat grapes ready for harvest. Grapes also have great symbolism in the Bible, as Jesus Christ said, "I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener" (John 15:1).

Above all, this is indoors.

I whisper softly inside the half-finished greenhouse.

"Walter... Raleigh..."

Then, from speakers spread around, a voice amplified several times begins to resound.

"Walter... Raleigh..."

The voice spreading indoors creates a solemn atmosphere with its insane volume, overwhelming feeling of emanating from all directions, and the unique resonance of a confined space.

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Yes... so this is how the karaoke machine and speakers forced upon me during the village event shine.

Anyway, I've thoroughly hidden the speakers, so there's no worry about Raleigh finding them.

Here, I will reveal the "majesty" of an angel.

Of course, it remains to be seen whether the other person will be intimidated just by having a voice echo through speakers. The speakers are just seasoning; ultimately, the essence lies in the power of "prophecy."

To the 16th-century person shaken by voices coming from all directions, I will whisper the future. It shouldn't be too difficult to at least appear as a prophet.

If the plan works well... Walter Raleigh will kneel before the power and majesty, and I will descend before him.

As the angel of the New World.

I put down the Bible.

==

"We're arriving soon! Croatan is in sight!"

Hearing such a shout, Walter Raleigh picks up the Bible he had left on the ship's deck. Making the sign of the cross several times, he tries to suppress the laughter that keeps bursting forth.

Wealth and glory.

He has pursued wealth and glory all his life.

Born into a fallen gentry family, and as the youngest son at that, he has lived a life of contempt. From the dirt ground, solely with the charm and decisiveness of his body, he entered the core of English politics.

However...

He is still just the Queen's jester.

Francis Drake commanded a vast fleet, accomplished all sorts of military achievements, and carved his name in history.

William Cecil, as the Queen's Secretary of State, breathed his will into national affairs. Some whisper that Her Majesty the Queen is merely his puppet.

Francis Walsingham, as the Queen's spymaster, catches whispers from all over Europe and whispers them into the Queen's ear. With one gesture of his hand, some court's ugly secret is uncovered, and with a nod of his eye, someone is poisoned in the darkness.

But only he... only he... has lived as nothing more than the Queen's sex toy! And yet, everyone envies and despises him, saying he enjoys power beyond his station!

Disgusting Earl of Essex... unlucky Walsingham... chewing over the faces of countless noble lords who despised him, looked down on him, and regarded him as vulgar, he mutters. Wealth and honor, wealth and honor...

How much painstaking effort it took until the name Walter Raleigh could have "Sir" attached to it.

That effort... has come to completion.

"Sir Raleigh? Isn't something strange?"

"...What's strange, Thomas?"

"No, when I explored last time, Croatan was just a small sandy island! The possibility of an Indian Emperor's court being there is...!"

"Ridiculous. He is an Emperor! He is an Emperor who moves thousands of subjects with a single gesture! A palace rising like a mirage with just one word from him is nothing!"

"That may be so, but why Croatan specifically? Why appear on a remote, barren sandy island?

Besides, isn't Croatan Manteo's homeland! Manteo has never once mentioned that there was a great emperor near his hometown..."

"Shhhhh!"

Walter Raleigh covers Thomas Harriot's mouth and says:

"My... friend. Think carefully. Why are you suddenly spouting such words when you're usually so clever? We're about to meet an Indian Emperor surrounded by countless gold and jewels."

"W-White's words don't logically make..."

"Her Majesty the Queen!"

He exclaims excitedly.

"Doesn't Her Majesty the Queen go on inspection tours of her territories? Does Her Majesty on inspection always stay in crowded London and its bustling areas? She does not!"

"..."

"A-and, think about it! He is an Emperor but also the Lord's lamb! A lamb! A weak human who has just encountered the Gospel and asks to obey, trembling before the existence of the great Lord!"

Yes... Even those unlucky noble lords are all just equal souls in clay before the Lord.

Everyone is no different before the Lord. Just as all value is lost in the instant before eternity, as all finite things' might breaks before the infinite.

Raleigh, 'Sir' Raleigh, pictured the great Emperor in his mind.

"He... must be thirsting for the Gospel. And then he met us, the people of the Gospel! Can you imagine the excitement? He came out to meet us! Waiting for us on the eastern edge of Croatan Island!"

"..."

"W-we just need to give this Bible to Him. And say..."

Your long wait is over.

Now eternal bliss awaits you.

"Think about it. The glory that Cortés, that insignificant Spanish countryman, luckily gained by conquering the empire of cannibals!

And what about Pizarro? He kidnapped the emperor of the Incas and used him as a hostage to get all the gold in the world!

...But aren't we much more civilized people than those Catholic barbarians? We won't threaten a great monarch given by God with swords and guns.

We will anoint his forehead with holy oil and proclaim to the whole world that he is a legitimate king recognized by God!

And all his people will follow him in conversion! Following a powerful, wealthy, and glorious Emperor! Tens of thousands, no, hundreds of thousands, perhaps millions!

Our glory will remain forever. We will go to heaven, and Her Majesty the Queen will feel proud for having transferred the governance of Virginia to me, none other than me!"

When that time comes...

He will no longer be a toy on the virgin Queen's bed.

He will escape from that state that is like a play on words and become a great lord who evangelized the New World.

Then... history will honor him.