How to Survive in the Roanoke Colony

Here is a tribal chief.

Let's call him chief aa of tribe A.

Chief aa is in a great mood after receiving various gifts from a man named Walter Raleigh who recently came from across the sea.

Getting iron axes, glass beads, and blankets was nice, but what really made the difference was obtaining an incredibly cute animal called a "cat"!

"Oh, this little one eats meat?"

"It eats fish really well too! Haha, hahaha!"

The family relationships that had become somewhat distant also improved with the cat as a mediator.

The tribe members also gained benefits, such as hunting more diligently because they wanted to feed the cat.

But the cat's greatest advantage lay elsewhere.

It is...

Cute.

Unbelievably adorable.

"Meow meow, you rascal! How dare you pull daddy's beard!"

"Meow."

"Haha, hahaha! You rascal! Never go outside the village! You never know when fierce beasts might carry you away!"

It looks like a male cat, but he wants to bring a female cat to raise together.

He became curious about what this creature's offspring would look like.

As soon as aa expressed this opinion at the tribal council, everyone agreed that tribe A would request more cats.

And when the next ship arrived, aa and various shamans from tribe A came forward to petition.

"Vicente González, was it? Please bring more cats to our tribe! If you send just three more female cats, we'll repay you with much more fur!"

"I'm sorry, but your tribe's rank is not high enough for three cats yet."

"...What did you say?"

"There are many tribes who want to raise cats. For now, as I mentioned last time, be especially careful in managing the cat you already have. There are already dozens of tribes who have lost their cats to wolves or other predators."

"L-look here. Don't you feel sorry for this fellow searching for a mate?"

"Meow."

"...I'm sorry."

But their love was sadly blocked by limitations.

It was because of the absurd reason that their tribe's rank was still only at the "Silver" level...!

"This cannot be! Are they, is this man Nemo saying he doesn't even feel sorry for the meow meow?"

"It's so pitiful to hear the little one crying every night... We must find it a mate somehow."

Unfortunately, tribe A didn't have many allied tribes due to their belligerence. It so happened that there were many tribes of different ancestries gathered nearby.

"P-please, just this once! Serve the same Great Chief as us!"

"Bah! Wasn't it your uncle who split my father's head? Get lost!"

"Urgh...!"

After aa and others traveled around for several days, they still couldn't find an answer.

"...Why won't they accept? Even if they hate us, our gifts were certainly luxurious."

"I suppose it's because our relationship has been poor..."

"Besides, nobody has heard of this Great Chief named Nemo, have they? At most, only a few coastal tribes might have heard of him."

"Hmm..."

"We need to let them know how wealthy and great he is!"

"I-is that so?"

"According to rumors, he personally wielded a howling iron club to cut down enemies. If we tell them 'why' he is wealthy, they won't be able to ignore our words."

"From what I heard, the Great Chief is not human. Some kind of spirit..."

"I heard that too. Are his teeth as hard as that axe?"

"No, I heard that the axe was made by grinding down his teeth."

"Are you saying he's some kind of enormous monster?"

"Perhaps... It makes you wonder how he could be so wealthy."

"..."

"..."

"..."

The members of tribe A glanced at each other. It felt questionable.

And the pitiful crying of the cat from outside could also be heard. In that instant, anxiety and fear about the future were washed away.

They had to find a mate for that child.

"...I'll go to the surrounding tribes once more."

"Chief?"

"I need to emphasize his power.

Once they know how terrifying a spirit who rules the entire coast is, they won't be able to ignore us."

And then their tribe could rise to Gold rank.

Finally, their cat would get a mate.

So aa went around to the surrounding tribes again and said:

"It's difficult for us to bear his wrath. When his heart is filled with anger, his warriors will... Let's stop here."

"He is certainly not human. He is as tall as that tree, his gaze is as cold as the moon..."

"Do you know how much wealth he has? This beast is just a small part of it! Look. Isn't it cute?"

"Meow."

"If I get more of these cute beasts, I'll give you one as a gift!"

And so.

After great effort, tribe A rose to Ruby rank in the next quarter and was counted among the excellent tribes.

"They say the spirit called Nemo does not die even if killed..."

"I heard Nemo has hundreds of teeth, and each tooth is as big as an axe..."

"Don't be too afraid. He's a kind monster who gives gifts to his subjects. Except when he's angry..."

The strange rumors that spread around had already passed the point of no return.

==

"...I've heard about cases like this secondhand. I don't remember the tribe's name, but it must have happened near the territory of the Powhatan Confederation."

"..."

I put my hand to my forehead.

So that's why the rumors spread in such strange ways.

It wasn't just accidental distortion; there was clear intent behind it.

...Come to think of it, when I was young, I too wished my dad was a Tyrannosaurus rex.

Perhaps it's human nature to want the being you follow to be strong and great.

'But that doesn't mean I want to become a Tyrannosaurus rex.'

Of course not. I'm also a human, a human.

Isn't it too much to expect of a normal person who just happens to be immortal with a built-in universal translator in their head?

Anyway, to clarify the facts and prevent further rumors, I need to go out myself. That hasn't changed.

Sighing, I secretly glanced at the tablet placed in front of me. Then I asked Raleigh:

"Walter, do you have time?"

"Ah, Mr. Nemo."

"Is the ship being prepared well?"

"Of course. The modifications will be completed within two months. That's necessary if we're to carry the 'Porter' and carts."

It will be a long journey of thousands of kilometers. We'll travel by ship along the coast, and occasionally move by land. We needed a ship that could carry the Porter and carts for those times.

On the ship designed by Raleigh, we will meet tribes that might become our members, or perhaps could already be considered as having joined us, and check on their conditions.

And I need to convince them slowly while promoting myself as an ordinary human... no, as an angel, but I'm not sure how to do that.

Should I shed blood, as was commonly done throughout history?

...No. The wound would heal within 10 seconds, which would be even stranger.

Anyway, let's think about that later. There are other important matters.

Since I'll be away for several months, I need to think about how the settlement will fare during that time and how it should be managed.

Knock knock.

"Who...?"

"It's probably Mr. Hewett and Mr. White. Mr. Hewett seems to want to ask about population management after we leave. I called Mr. White."

"Ah."

The door swung open.

"Mr. Nemo, would it be alright to entrust the tablet to others? With Baron Raleigh, Mr. Harriot, Mr. González, and Manteo all leaving, I'm concerned that work won't progress properly..."

As expected.