201: Inheritance (2) 201: Inheritance (2) Hardly anyone goes out to farm their own land anymore anyway.
Everyone only cares about the harvest from their land; many haven’t even visited their fields in years.
They all just think, ‘Ah, I do have my field.
I’ve outsourced its managent.’ In such a situation, there probably wouldn’t be much resistance to how fields are distributed.
Plus, there’s the issue of fairness with the natives.
And we need to consider how the newly born and growing generations will make a living.
No, it’s actually beneficial for everyone.
Initially, it’s 50 hectares, but as generations pass and children divide the limited land among themselves…
not much would remain.
“Surprisingly…
it seems good.
When people immigrate or are born, we give them land, and when they die, we reclaim it.
It’s much easier to manage than tying it to households.” Hewett, who mainly handles administrative work, agreed with Manteo’s proposal to manage native societies.
“…Not bad?
Spanish people often aren’t bound in family units anyway.
They’ll all welco it.” Then Vicente, who manages the Spanish who are mostly sailors and naval officers, spoke.
“It might be…
fine, Nemo.
If land is distributed based on head count, immigrants will bring more family mbers.” Finally, Raleigh, who is in charge of external affairs such as immigration and trade with England, spoke.
Now all that remained was for White, who was responsible for agriculture and various industries within the community, and Eleanor, who was responsible for people’s welfare including dical care, to respond.
But…
“…Eleanor?” “Ah, yes?
Ah…
I think it would be okay too.
Yes, it would be fine…” “You may leave early if you wish.” “What?” I just nodded to her questioning look.
At my words, Eleanor hastily rose and left the conference hall.
She didn’t even leave a word of thanks, but no one reproached her for it.
The situation warranted it.
John White was 67 years old.
He had been fine until last year, but suddenly beca quiet, unable to walk far from ho, and too weak to sail.
It wasn’t a sudden deterioration, but gradual…
like ink seeping into water, spring snow lting, or wildflowers withering.
That’s why everyone was guessing sothing, preparing for it.
“…” “…” In the midst of the silence, I dismissed the eting.
After everyone awkwardly greeted and left, the conference hall soon fell quiet.
In the silence, I contemplate.
The apostles.
Originally, Walter Raleigh was destined to live his life depending on Queen Elizabeth’s rcy and favor.
When her rcy reached its limit, he fell, and when the queen died, he was miserably purged by the new king, Jas.
But now he is one of the wealthiest n in the world.
From the queen’s jester whom everyone mocked, he has beco a saint of London who receives both respect and envy, and the Baron of Roanoke.
Manteo, who was amazed by everything when visiting England, was originally destined to disappear from European history with the collapse of the Roanoke Colony.
Considering how he antagonized many tribes for the sake of friendship with England, his future, abandoned along with the colony, would not have been beautiful.
But before he knew it, after his mother passed away, he beca the chief of Croatoan and a pillar of our empire.
And the rest.
At least Walter Raleigh made his mark in history as the queen’s favorite and a historical figure.
Manteo too was recorded in history as one of the first Native Aricans to visit England.
But the others were destined to disappear from the pages of history with only their nas recorded.
No one was curious about Thomas Hewett, a lawyer who plunged into the New World with ambitions of becoming a landowner.
Few were interested in Vicente González, the governor of a colony that collapsed due to England’s invasion.
Eleanor Dare was destined to be forgotten in history, leaving only the fact that her daughter was the first English person born in the New World.
But they all beca my chronicler, naval admiral, dical technician, and the cornerstone of our community.
And.
John White too.
He does subtly leave his na in history.
As a failure.
Builder of England’s first North Arican colony.
Due to clumsy ambition and weak leadership, he lost the support of his patron Sir Raleigh, caused the deaths of all his family mbers, and then lived poorly and agerly in Ireland until the end of his life.
Until his death, never letting go of the hope that his daughter and granddaughter were alive sowhere.
“…” I prayed briefly for him.
For one of the governnt leaders responsible for agriculture and various industries in our community.
For a dying man.
And.
For my ‘apostle’.
So ti passed after that.
A few days later, it was raining heavily.
As Virginia has consistent annual rainfall, there was no terrible downpour.
== It was just rain that lightly wet the shoulders, the kind where you wouldn’t need an umbrella if you were physically robust.
That rain made everyone gathered there seem like protagonists of a great tragedy.
“We must rember these words from Romans.
Just as all mankind was condemned by the sin of one man, Adam, so by the righteousness of one man, Jesus Christ, many people will receive life…” All priests are appointed by the apostles, all apostles are appointed by Nemo, and Nemo is appointed by God, so Nemo is the highest priest here.
It was natural for Kin Issei to preside over events like this.
After reciting Bible verses and concluding everything, he walked towards the person who was most distressed at this gathering.
“Eleanor…?” “…” She, who was 19 when he first t her, now raised her head, brushing back her hair that had started to show so gray.
She tried to bow to Kin Issei and smile, but soon collapsed her composure and fell into his arms, crying.
“Th-thank you…
for saying those words…
to my father…
I’ll n-never forget it…” “…” Kin Issei allowed Eleanor’s tears, along with the rainwater, to wet his shoulder.
The still young Virginia cried watching her mother and him from afar.
Kin Issei unconsciously looked away from her and gazed into the distance.
Then, a group of people dressed in mourning clothes walking from the distance caught his eye.
The Queen of England was walking towards him.
He…
tensed up.
“Nemo…
you need to prepare.
Margaret says the Queen suddenly insisted on coming here…” “L-let’s go inside for now.
It’s not appropriate to receive the Queen of England outside…” Other apostles also gathered around him, whispering.
Eleanor was still crying, and the Queen, with an uneasy Margaret beside her, walked resolutely towards him.
“…So.
You’re not mute after all.” And as Kin Issei’s face ca into view, the Queen spoke.
With a stern face.
“Can you speak?” To explain this situation…
we need to turn back ti a bit.
To before John White’s death.
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