How to Survive in the Roanoke Colony-Chapter 35: Commandment (2)

There had been no news from 'Nemo' until they each finished their duties. He was probably waiting for them.

While waiting for them, he would be preparing what to say to them.

"What do you think He wants to tell us?"

"Probably something very important. Many things will change from now on."

Vicente nodded in response to Eleanor's words.

All of them, though perhaps not as much as Nemo himself, recognized that life in the New World, especially religious life, would fundamentally change in ways they couldn't ignore.

Thousands of believers had emerged.

Those who saw Nemo directly assigning them tasks were constantly bombarded with questions, as if people thought of them as some kind of 'apostles' or 'saints.'

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"Is he truly an angel?"

"Surely he's not a devil, is he?"

"Um, why did he come to us?"

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And only then did they realize.

They too knew very little about Lord Nemo.

Of course, Eleanor took pride in knowing about the angel's 'spiritual warfare' that unfolded every night. But that would be a secret between the angel and her.

Why did he save us?

Why did he appear in physical form?

What is the true nature of his farm?

Why did he stand before them in the form of an East Asian?

They couldn't properly answer anything.

"I don't know what he will tell us from now on, but..."

Thump.

Thomas Hewett presented his compiled 'Collection of Angel Quotes - 1591 Revised and Expanded Edition' and said.

"This should be related, so perhaps we should review—

"Everyone! Ah, now do you understand? Why I so strictly filtered and refiltered the immigrant candidates!"

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They closed their mouths at the sudden noise from outside the church.

"Everyone! Do you now understand what I mean! This colony of Walter Raleigh! And Walter Raleigh and all of you have been chosen by the Lord! The Lord has prepared us as His instruments to use us more greatly!"

"Ah! Hallelujah!"

"Wooaaahhhh!"

"It pains my heart to leave all of you so enthusiastic.

But wait. Even if I do not return for a long time, do not commit the atrocity of worshipping a golden calf as when Moses brought the commandments, but keep your faith!"

"Wooaaahhhh!"

"Raleigh! Raleigh! Raleigh!"

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Slam.

"Ah! Everyone's gathered! Then shall we depart now?"

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"Well, since He said He would use me greatly, they're all excited and happy! The colonial enterprise is a great success! White?"

"...It's time, so we should depart."

As John White, the eldest, nodded, everyone rose and left the church. The crowd that had been cheering for Sir Raleigh just moments ago was still gathered, offering prayers.

Unlike before, they were reverent.

As they moved forward amid many reciting the Lord's Prayer, everyone felt as if heavy weights were hanging from their shoulders. No one dared to speak.

Some made the sign of the cross upon seeing them, while others knelt and clasped their hands.

They walked along the path that led to the shore.

Finally, at some point, human presence ceased.

And there, only one man stood.

He was barefoot, wearing only a light, flowing white garment. Sunlight broke at the tips of his black eyebrows, and waves wet his white feet.

He was looking at the sun in the sky, and the clouds drifting by, partially obscuring that sun. Was he looking toward his homeland?

Eleanor suddenly thought he might fly away to heaven right then, so she stepped forward. Then, sensing her presence, the man turned around.

"You've all come."

Thud.

Without being told, Eleanor naturally knelt on the sandy beach. Others followed her, kneeling and clasping their hands in worship.

"...Do not worship me."

And the man raised his hand and said.

"Worship the Lord of all things. Those who look at creation and marvel have bright eyes but dark souls. But those who admire His will beyond creation truly have bright souls."

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"I am merely one who does not die.

Also, the distance between you and me is not great."

"How can you say such things? Are you not the one who directly sees the Lord's light and stands beside His throne?"

The last to speak was Hewett. At those words, the angel quietly turned his head, smiled faintly, and opened his mouth.

"Humanity will become like angels. The world was made for humanity, and was made for humanity's ascension."

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He raises a finger.

"And."

At that moment, the clouds clear and the sun flashes behind his back.

"I too have come to make humanity like angels."

Everyone was speechless at the light, like a halo.

"Light shall overcome darkness, knowledge shall conquer ignorance, and righteousness shall overthrow evil.

Many prophets have foretold this.

Now light shall come to you. No."

Nemo's finger, which had been pointing to the sky, now scans each human gathered here.

Catholic, Calvinist, converted spirit worshiper, male, female, Spanish, English, Algonquin, commoner, noble, explorer, lawyer...

Gathering them all, they had only one thing in common.

"You shall be the light of this world."

They followed Nemo here.

They came here pursuing something greater, more magnificent, and more noble than themselves.

Vicente asks with trembling hands.

"W-what do you mean we will become light? And when you say you will make humanity like angels..."

"You can save more people."

"...Pardon?"

"You can feed the hungry, teach the ignorant, and settle those who wander without homes.

You can make more people happy and save more people.

So why not do so?"

At this moment.

They feel something momentous is happening.

"Of all the desires a person can harbor, the noblest is that which is for all people.

Always be for humanity. As the Lord commanded to love people, I now tell you to be for people.

This is not the abolition of the previous commandment, but its fulfillment."

Closed eyes and ears open. Hearts that weren't beating begin to tremble.

"The Lord has already taken your sins upon Himself and opened the path of salvation, so why are you rolling in the mud stained with sorrow and anger?

Do not divide and quarrel. Your quarrels to establish your own small authority within your small countries become the Lord's lament.

You shall now fill the empty heavens and rule the impatient earth."

Now that overwhelming voice flows into their ears. The celestial voice, the celestial will, seeps into their hearts.

"With light, illuminate darkness.

With knowledge, defeat ignorance.

With life, gather death.

This is the root of the new word.

And also the fruition of all old words.

Be fruitful, multiply, and fill the earth.

And be great. For humanity, always be greater."

A new commandment is opened.