"Thank you. Please just give me the information about that missionary."
"...Here it is. Richard Peterson. Scottish, 26 years old, male."
Hewett bowed his head, feeling the weight of responsibility at the other's calm attitude.
"Hmm, good. This should be enough to know. Then I'll be going. ...Don't blame yourself too much. It's my responsibility too."
Taking the materials Hewett handed over, he slowly boarded the ship.
With a benevolent smile, he patted Hewett's shoulder. This seemed to somewhat calm Hewett's churning anguish.
Hewett quietly watched the ship move and offered a prayer.
Even the information he just gave contains news with a time lag of one to one and a half months.
More might have happened in the meantime. And the more that happened, the more serious the situation might have become.
"Sigh..."
Perhaps the Virginia community would become explicitly hostile to another tribe for the first time. Perhaps there would be war.
