How to Survive in the Roanoke Colony

After pondering for a moment, the Earl of Salisbury, Robert Cecil, soon realized the queen's "deeper intention" and smiled.

"Ah... I understand."

Cecil immediately sent envoys outside the occupied territories and distributed food to various places.

"Th-this... from that witch?"

"...Did that wi—no, queen really distribute this?"

Of course, the Irish farmers aren't fools. They knew that the one giving food now was the enemy leader, and that this was a ploy to entice them.

Nevertheless, they silently accepted the food.

And ate it. To survive.

"G-good heavens, the queen is distributing wheat around the port?"

"We must distribute some too, right away!"

"But, our military provisions..."

"Are military provisions important? Can you bear the public opinion that says the heretic queen cared more for the people than we did!"

Belatedly, the native Irish lords, who were split into factions, also panicked and released grain recklessly.

"Uh... huh? Public sentiment is fluctuating?"

"It seems discontent with local supplies has built up as the war has dragged on. Spies supporting the English forces are increasing!"

The Spanish forces also scrambled when they suddenly found their status changing from "liberators" to "foreign forces."

Thus, the queen played a trick on the Irish lords and the Spanish.

But if that was all, the queen would not have embarked on this reckless and dangerous voyage.

"..."

"..."

"...E-Elizabeth, that person, is stirring public opinion in Ireland?"

"Yes. Praise for Her Majesty is continuing throughout the occupied territories of Ireland. Moreover, the people of the homeland are now questioning what the Co-King in Edinburgh is doing, not personally stepping up..."

"Wh-what am I doing! I'm stuck here handling mountains of work! Besides, for a monarch to personally go to the front lines, what reckless..."

"Your Majesty!"

Seeing the face of a servant rushing in urgently, James of Scotland was engulfed by an ominous premonition.

"News that Queen Elizabeth has arrived in Bristol!"

And that ominous premonition was spot on.

"Sob... sob... only Your Majesty cares for us who have suffered from the flood!"

"Her Majesty says she will give you the opportunity to go to America, where there are homes, land, and food! Who will go?"

"I, I will go! Please let me go!"

"Your Majesty! Please don't abandon us!"

February 1608.

First, the queen headed to southwestern England and Wales, which had suffered greatly from flooding last January.

And just as she had done in Ireland, she gave people "the right to migrate to Virginia."

Then she moved to the Midlands, devastated by the anti-enclosure rebellion and its ruthless suppression.

"Oh, goodness! How are you people so starved?"

"Your Majesty... we just wanted the commons to be open..."

"Don't cry. So that you won't go hungry, I have arranged for ships for you to leave..."

"Ah...! Ah, ahuk...! Your Majesty! That king from Scotland is not our true lord!"

"How can you say such things! He too is the monarch of England sent by the Lord. Even if he starves you now, he too must be doing something for you!"

"..."

"...Just that his priorities haven't reached you yet."

The queen spoke distantly, looking at wheat stalks that had frozen to death from frost.

"How shameful of me to try to gain favor by telling you to leave your homeland. I..."

"Your Majesty! You must leave now!"

"...I'm sorry! I will go to Liverpool, and you to America..."

"Your Majesty! Y-Your Majesty! Please don't leave!"

"James, that damned villain..."

And so.

James's public image in England began to plummet further.

James is intimidating Queen Elizabeth. James neglects England and lives in luxury and pleasure. While Her Majesty personally visits the hungry to share hope, James...

"Argh! Th-that damned harlot! I'll k-kill her!"

"Your Majesty! P-please calm down!"

"Urgh. I should have killed that person earlier..."

James collapsed, clutching the back of his head.

"James has collapsed?"

"It's an opportunity! Let's advance our plans further!"

It was good news for Catholics still secretly operating in various places.

...Of course, soon there would be not-so-good news for them too, but that was a story for a little later.

Thus, the large-scale relief in Ireland and the migration from various parts of England dramatically reduced the chaos across England in an instant.

It wasn't just because those who had left for Ireland without a plan were brought back and given new hope and ambition. Nor was it just because a path to survival was opened for wandering refugees and the starving.

The English regained "faith" and "stability."

The fact that their monarch personally crossed the Atlantic to save her people led to popular support.

Indeed, by God's grace, Her Majesty has not abandoned England! Her Majesty watches over everyone.

England, the holy land reached by Joseph of Arimathea following the Lord's Holy Spirit. The present affliction is just a passing shower, so peace will soon return. Soon everything will normalize.

Moreover...

"...Wait."

"What's wrong?"

"Her Majesty... arrived in Ireland around January? Crossing the Atlantic would take at least 2 to 4 months, so she must have departed in late autumn of last year at the latest."

"That would be right."

"But how did she know the cold wave was coming?"

"...Huh?"

Looking at all the circumstantial evidence, it was clear that the Queen of England had received guidance from the Lord.

Thinking about it, Her Majesty had also been to Virginia, and the Holy Women had come to London from Virginia guided by an angel, so public opinion boiled that there must be a connection.

Support for the queen was rising more than ever before.

"Your Majesty! We will soon arrive in Liverpool."

"Ah, yes. Very good. How many have we sent to Virginia so far? Close to 20,000?"

"That would probably be correct."

"I see... That should be enough for the 'Emperor' to receive his reward and be satisfied."

Smiling as she said this, the queen stepped forward to look at the view of Liverpool. A crowd gathered like clouds was already waiting for her.

...Among them, dozens of expensive carriages can be seen. The queen smiled, thinking about who might be in each of those carriages.

Ah.

I've done a lot of good deeds so far.

So it wouldn't matter if I played one tiny "prank" before leaving, would it?

Thinking this, the queen smiled.