And the next day, there was a vote.
Alonso was elected to the position of Archbishop.
Amidst the cheers and enthusiastic atmosphere of the people, Alonso couldn't even refuse the position. He had no choice but to accept this burdensome role.
But...
When he heard that the Archbishop would become Florida's ruler, he couldn't bear it. This had to be refused somehow.
Wasn't this position created at the cost of so much blood?
And yet, for me, who did nothing, to hold this position. Especially since I am Spanish.
It's absurd.
With these thoughts, he had sent several messages to the Virginia side until today.
There was no reply.
"..."
"Since we've met like this, let's walk to the destination together. We can talk."
Until today.
The soldiers who had been uncomfortably escorting Alonso until just now bowed their heads and stepped back when he encountered this person.
Thus, the two walked in an awkward and solemn atmosphere.
