How to Survive in the Roanoke Colony

I immediately walked over to any Spanish soldier nearby. I grabbed his chin, lifted it, and quickly whispered something like "It’s not too late yet."

"Ugh... huhuhu..."

"W-we’ll lay down our weapons! We surrender, p-please have mercy...!"

Then the Spanish soldiers one by one threw down their weapons and raised their hands. Our forces cheered. Good. Now the situation is generally resolved...

"Long live the Nameless One!"

What?

"Nameless One!"

Suddenly, people, our forces, rush toward me, grab my body, and lift me up. I’m debating whether to show signs of confusion or not, but seeing the excited faces of these people, they seem determined not to listen to anything I say.

"Let’s show his resurrected body to all the enemies! Let’s show what a miracle is to those who haven’t yet thrown down their weapons!"

"Woooaah!"

You bastard, who are you? Who shouted such a thing...