...Did I manage it?
Did it work?
I slowly looked around.
Thousands of people are worshipping . Whether they're Christians or those who worship spirits and ancestors, it doesn't matter.
That was a close call.
Of all things, because the special ability Fansuku Software gave was the "Immortal" trait, I always live with anxiety.
The reason appears in the Bible.
'And he exerciseth all the power of the first beast before him, and causeth the earth and them which dwell therein to worship the first beast, whose deadly wound was healed. (Rev 13:12)'
'And he doeth great wonders, so that he maketh fire co down from heaven on the earth in the sight of n, and deceiveth them that dwell on the earth by the ans of those miracles which he had power to do in the sight of the beast; saying to them that dwell on the earth, that they should make an image to the beast, which had the wound by a sword, and did live. (Rev 13:13-14)'
That's right.
Among the evil beasts in Revelation, the second beast happens to have "a deadly wound healed" and "lives after being wounded by a sword."
When the end is near, he is an evil being who imitates the Lord's power of resurrection to enchant people and drive them away from the Lord.
The famous end-ti theories about 666 and such are derived from passages about this "beast."
So, if I'm not careful, I could suddenly be treated not as an angel but as a devil or antichrist and be imprisoned sowhere eternally.
If it weren't for this, I would have done so self-harm show in tis of danger. It would be painful, but it's a sure way to prove my identity.
Anyway, I had to stop Raleigh from dying, and using the special ability was unavoidable. So I did my best to cosplay as an angel thoroughly.
"..."
"..."
"..."
It seems... to have worked well.
Ha, I thought I was going crazy with that sudden assassination attempt.
For now, what I need to do here is...
"...Eleanor?"
"Yes, yes! Lord Nemo!"
"Please instruct the settlers to remove those corpses. Even though they broke the commandnt and are destined for hell by killing themselves, their bodies must be treated with respect."
"Understood."
Though they tried to kill , I have to take care of them. Because I'm an angel.
"Mr. Hewett? Manteo? Mr. White, Mr. González?"
"Yes, O Angel."
"O Angel, do you have any tasks for us?"
"Please calm the startled people and send them back to their hos."
And, for now, I need to sort things out as thousands of people might fall into confusion.
"Sir Raleigh?"
"O-one who stands beside the Lord's throne, I have been awaiting your command."
"Please explain the situation to the newly arrived settlers and show them where to stay."
Plus, I need to care for the additional settlers.
Also, what else to do...
Ah, right.
I spoke to those who had approached by now, those to whom I had just given instructions.
"When the tasks I've asked of you are completed, gather at the shore near the 'farm.'"
"..."
"..."
"..."
"I think I'll have much to say to you all there."
I need to take care of them too.
They'll be my hands and feet going forward.
We need to discuss my changed plans.
...They've changed a lot.
==
Originally, my plan was simple. For survival, I would surround myself with two types of barriers.
One consists of the survivors from Roanoke Island and Manteo's Croatans, those who regard as an angel.
They keep my identity a secret while protecting and acting on my behalf.
The other is the Virginia colony itself.
By winning over and controlling this colony and all the natives in the area, I lay the foundation to ensure my safety regardless of what happens in Europe.
To that end, I intended to hide my identity from Europe for the ti being and expand my influence within.
Outwardly, I would build England's trust as a capable, 'civilized,' and cultured native monarch.
On the other hand, I would secretly expand my sphere of influence throughout Arica.
Then at so point, I would sever connections with Europe and establish an independent force. I would either beco the behind-the-scenes power of that force or quietly disappear.
For this to work, a small number of people believing I'm an angel is sufficient. No, it must be a small number.
The core of this strategy is to use no more than 500 'believers' to hide my identity and focus on ensuring my safety.
As I said, there's no You*ube, no SNS, no mass dia now. Hiding my identity itself wouldn't be that difficult.
But that's not the case now.
Because thousands just beca my believers.
"...This needs so thought."
I rested my chin on my hand while sipping Shine Muscat-flavored drink.
100 believers? That's fine. 300? It's pushing it, but not bad for keeping secrets.
But thousands, tens of thousands?
How do I control them all? It's not like I'm keeping them confined and monitored on so small uninhabited island.
The secrecy plan is now half over.
With the number of believers reaching thousands, the amount of effort I need to devote to them has changed drastically. Small groups and large collectives operate on completely different principles.
...Above all.
I am now the 'angel' to thousands here.
This is an era dominated by religious fervor. In England, Spain, France, and Germany, they are busy burning and tearing apart what each considers 'heretics.'
Those who now believe in crossed to the New World during a ti when conflicts between Catholicism and Protestantism were shaking all of Europe. And they encountered a new religious leader, an 'angel.'
In such an era, thousands of people have co to follow '.'
'It's no longer just... my problem.'
If I ss up here, thousands will die. Deaths I would be responsible for.
Deaths I have no intention of allowing.
'They must be saved.'
If it can't be hidden beyond a certain point, then it must be solidly organized.
Now, for their sake too, I must beco their leader.
They are a new sect, and I am the head of that sect.
Naturally, this new sect needs organization.
Similarly, this new sect needs discipline.
And this new sect... needs doctrine.
I beca lost in thought as I leafed through the Bible again and glanced at the Christian-related books my parents had left behind.
It will probably take a few days for the people I called to sort things out and calm everyone down.
I'll settle it within those few days.
I'll lay the cornerstone of the new sect.
'But... what should I call the new sect?'
The Nemo Sect?
...That sounds terrible.
==
"Has anyone seen Lord Nemo since that day?"
At Eleanor's words, everyone shook their heads.
Here, 'everyone' refers to those who were each given duties on 'that day,' that is, the day when He showed the miracle of immortality for the second ti.
Eleanor Dare, Thomas Hewett, Manteo, John White, Vicente González.
Walter Raleigh, who was assigned the most tasks, had not yet arrived as his work was not finished.
Among them, soone took charge of the funerals for the wretched assassins.
Soone reassured those who were trembling in fear and offering prayers.
Soone arranged places for those who had left to find new hos.
Three days had passed like that.
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