How to Survive in the Roanoke Colony

Seemed like it would last for quite a while.

And it didn't take long for this prediction to be proven correct.

An incident occurred.

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"Ahem, ahem..."

In Florida, knights easily became objects of admiration.

First, it was knights who defeated the army of those evil slave owners, and it was also knights who reclaimed abandoned land and distributed it free to Floridians.

Above all...

CRASH!

"The winner of this jousting tournament is Sir Rodrigo!"

"Really! Really, Sir Rodrigo won!"

Jousting tournaments were "cool."

Even without jousting tournaments, it didn't matter. Just watching them control mechanical devices taller than a person, defeating enemies, and incidentally plowing fields smoothly, was impressive enough.

Floridians felt the kind of exhilaration that 21st century people feel when watching giant mecha shows.

It didn't take long for the Knight Brigade members, already marinated in knight-obsession, to half-evolve (devolution is also evolution) into medieval people.

"H-help! That basket...!"

"What's the matter?"

"The basket containing gold fell over there! What do I do! I need to exchange that for food to survive this winter!"

And Sir Skinner, as a knight thoroughly infused with knight-obsession, couldn't ignore the natives' call.

Shouldn't he fulfill the "honorable duty" of a knight by helping the weak?

...Of course, everyone had forgotten that originally in Virginia, the duty of an (agricultural equipment) knight was merely to adhere to safety guidelines.

"Ha, haha, don't worry. A basket like that, somehow I'll handle... it..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

Sir Skinner, who had stepped forward gallantly, realized that the basket was hanging in the middle of a 11-meter high cliff and pondered seriously.

No, I'm not a superhuman. I just drive a large tractor.

In the fear of death, Sir Skinner briefly regained his sanity and was about to refuse, choosing life over honor.

"...Sob! What should we do! Our tribe is doomed!"

"It's okay. There's a village of people from across the sea nearby, so if we seek refuge there..."

"Abandoning the place where we've lived all our lives?"

But after hearing these words.

"The knight mister will save it! I believe so!"

And after hearing this.

"Ha, haha! Of course, little one! I'll retrieve it for you!"

He simply couldn't back down.

And the moment Sir Skinner grabbed the basket, his strength gave out and he fell 11 meters down the cliff.

Surprisingly, the problem didn't arise at this point.

"Hu, huhahaha! The Lord surrounds the righteous with favor as with a shield! (Psalm 5:12) Huhu, hahaha!"

Sir Skinner, sliding down the cliff slope, landed precisely on the soft bushes below, saving his life.

"Th-thank you! We are deeply indebted to you! Our clan will always welcome you!"

"Haha, not at all. Let's talk after I digest the food first... kuh, kuhack..."

"Wh-what! What's happening?"

"Call the shaman first!"

After that, Sir Skinner suffered from digestive issues after eating unfamiliar Florida native food, but even that wasn't the problem.

"To cause such suffering to our benefactor is shameful for us..."

"Ha, haha... Not at all, Chief. Let's first talk about other important matters."

Around the second day of being bedridden, Sir Skinner momentarily escaped from knight-obsession and regained his reason. And he recalled what his duty was.

"...For free, you cultivate the land?"

"Yes. That's what we normally do. It's our gift to you."

"Ohhh... So that's why people recognized 'Him' as the Great Chief."

Expansion and prosperity of the community.

Using his status as a "benefactor," he went around preaching to clan members about the "right to 25 hectares," and the clan members, enticed by this, soon resolved to join the Florida Archbishopric.

Thus, a missionary came to this village, and just when everything seemed to be going well...

THUD!

"Wh-what?"

"How can you cultivate this land to distribute to them when it's our tribe's territory!"

"Give us something in return!"

Roughly, another tribe came and started making unreasonable demands.

Sir Skinner quickly went to the clan people and asked. They told him that it was originally a place where everyone fished, but the other tribe was making unreasonable claims.

Hearing this, it seemed that the other tribe had frequently invaded and plundered this weaker side. At this, Sir Skinner's heart, unable to tolerate injustice, couldn't help but rise like wildfire.

"Look, this isn't developed yet. If you give us something of value here... uh, what?"

The people from the neighboring tribe, who were speaking like gangsters trying to extort protection money from a development site, were all pushed aside by the tractor.

Of course, no one was hurt. Sir Skinner was "honorable," after all.

"Y-you suddenly push into our tribal territory... this is an outrage!"

"Great Chief? No, was it Archbishop? Help us!"

But as is often the case with those who threaten and intimidate, they only sought authority at times like this.

"I am innocent. I only pursued honor as a knight."

"That's right! They are slandering the knight!"

"The knight even saved our puppy!"

Sir Skinner spoke as he always did, with an upright attitude.

As both sides confronted each other fiercely...

"This seems to be a problem I cannot handle alone."

"...What do you mean? Aren't you the Great Chief of this place!"

Alonso declared.

"But isn't that knight a Virginian?"

There was no problem with his statement itself. He couldn't arbitrarily intervene in a matter caused by a Virginian belonging to the Knight Brigade, a Virginia organization. There was no precedent for this yet.

If he wanted to do anything, he had to somehow coordinate with Virginia.

But to the Florida natives who heard the news, it didn't sound that way.

"...So, are you saying we can't respond no matter what the Virginia tribe people do?"

And such thinking wasn't entirely wrong.

Although it hadn't happened yet, the current Archbishopric didn't have the conditions to independently punish crimes committed by Virginia citizens.

At that point, anxiety among Florida natives rose like wildfire.

What if they come here claiming to settle "grudges" from being expelled from this land? Many of those Virginians must have been victims back then?

With this anxiety, people gathered in front of the Archbishop's residence.

After pondering, Alonso quickly sent a report to Virginia.

The issue of setting the relationship between the two countries.

The issue of the Knight Brigade's nationality.

And various other factors mixed in...

It was a very complex problem.

A problem that would perplex both countries for a while.