On Roanoke Island, dozens of blacksmiths and various craftsn who had co from England to support their livelihood were isolated.
The reason for their isolation was obviously because of . It would be a disaster if they happened to overhear my voice sowhere.
They only knew about the Virginia community as the "Indian Emperor's" territory.
They knew about the Porter and tractors that occasionally passed by, but they just thought of them as "strange native technology."
Of course, we do our best to prevent them from feeling confined. We periodically send them back to England and pacify them by giving them various luxury goods as gifts.
Thus, on land about 10 tis the size of Odaiba, only a few dozen people live and maintain the blacksmith workshop. Most of the natives who originally lived there had long since moved to Chesapeake Bay.
And.
"I am the 'Baron of Roanoke,' after all."
Clank. Clank.
Bang! Boom!
"It seed strange to that I didn't have a mansion to stay in on my estate. No matter what, if I'm the Baron of Roanoke and this is my territory, aren't the craftsn on the other side of the island my subjects? Then I should at least pretend to visit my subjects occasionally and take care of them sohow, but I hadn't thought of that."
Well... that's true.
Since England took control of Roanoke Island before Virginia did, strictly speaking, it's English territory.
Thanks to Queen Elizabeth conveniently misunderstanding, "Ah! There was an original native empire there!" this place beca one where the ownership between our community and England was intricately intertwined.
Raleigh... is a vassal serving two lords according to the treaty, and Elizabeth.
Anyway, whether this land belongs to England or Virginia, it's definitely Raleigh's land.
That's right. If Raleigh wants to act as a lord here, he should have at least one mansion.
After preventing craftsn from England from coming to this area, we landed on the opposite side from where the blacksmith workshop is located. The "Baron of Roanoke's" mansion was set to be built here.
The workforce brought from Chesapeake Bay is moving around, transporting materials.
Seeing English and African workers piling up bricks, marble, and timber, an inexplicable sense of fulfillnt wells up.
Although called a mansion, its scale is not that large. This was because Raleigh firmly insisted that he couldn't build sothing more magnificent than "the dwelling place of the angel."
Idiot... No matter how big your mansion is, your house doesn't have air conditioning, refrigerator, or robot vacuum cleaner...!
Anyway, I felt sowhat sorry, so I provided various premium timbers and ca for this inspection...
"Ahem."
"What's the matter?"
"Let's go sowhere where there are no people."
I had sothing to ask.
Raleigh gently turned his steps into the bushes, and Harriot and others who were standing beside him also tactfully vacated the area. Once there were no people within a 10-ter radius, I said:
"...What's the real reason?"
"What do you an?"
"I'm talking about suddenly building a mansion. Usually, when a person prepares a new dwelling in a new place, it's one of two things."
"...May I ask what those two things are?"
"One is because of greed. Greed for new land, new status, and new wealth."
"Haha... That doesn't apply to ."
I suppose not.
Though Raleigh is a person full of ambition, that would be satisfied in England and Virginia. It's not sothing that would be achieved by building a mansion on this remote island.
What could he gain by building a new mansion on an island with a population of only a few dozen?
"Then what's the other case?"
"The other is..."
I carefully chose my words, not to offend Raleigh.
"Usually, people whose original dwelling has beco unstable do this."
"..."
"Has sothing happened in England?"
"...Indeed, you notice."
Raleigh nodded and frankly admitted.
"The political situation in England is sowhat unstable."
"Why? The Queen is wealthier than ever, and the war is progressing fairly well."
"It's a separate issue. No, from a certain perspective, it's a much more serious issue."
"Hmm?"
Raleigh speaks slowly, almost in a whisper.
"It's the succession issue."
"Ah."
I roughly understand.
"Her Majesty... refuses to designate a successor."
Elizabeth is 67 now. Considering she dies two years later in the original history, she could literally die at any ti.
Yet... the kingdom has no successor?
In fact, it's absurd.
Originally, Elizabeth didn't designate a successor until just before her death. It's presud she didn't want to share power with a successor.
So her close advisor Robert Cecil secretly corresponded with Jas VI of Scotland and had him ascend the throne after the Queen's death.
Hmm... So that's why the political climate is unstable.
Enough for Raleigh to consider firmly establishing a nest on this Roanoke Island.
"..."
"Well, it's just a precaution for a possible scenario. Her Majesty the Queen is healthy, and the kingdom is flourishing, so nothing will happen. ...Probably."
"Yes, probably so."
Anyway, it was an issue worth rembering, so I nodded and engraved the issue of Elizabeth's succession in my mind.
"Um..."
"Yes, Walter. What is it?"
"Please don't misunderstand. I'm just asking out of pure curiosity."
But Raleigh strangely hesitates as he broaches the subject to .
After I nodded, Raleigh asked :
"H-how did you end up coming to Roanoke Island?"
"Pardon?"
"Yes."
"...Ah, you don't know?"
As I turned my head, I saw the other apostles setting up tents in the distance, waiting. As the confused Raleigh tilted his head, I patted his shoulder and said:
"This is what's called 'camping.'"
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Camping... I was really into camping when I was making good money.
I bought equipnt from famous brands like "Nor-X-sk," "Hel-X-nox," "Snow-X-k," etc. (why did I do that?) and invited friends to grill A5 Wagyu beef (seriously, why did I do that?).
...If I had known I would go completely bankrupt later, I wouldn't have done such things.
Anyway, in that sense, camping was a symbol of the mont when things were going best in my life.
I had countless tis resolved that once I had so leisure, I would drag out my dusty equipnt and stare at a campfire at a nearby campsite.
Of course, that "once" never ca.
...Ah! Mom! Dad!
Why did you saddle with a failing business, really!
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