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If it weren’t for the panicked movement of her eyes, Anon would’ve been certain Yukari was dead. Megumu didn’t miss a beat diverting from the reveal of their new guest. “Don’t worry about her, all she can do is watch. Now, please cut us all a piece of and we’ll say Grace!” Anon complied with the malice hidden in her command, wondering what she meant by ‘grace’. He cut thin slices for the nervous guard and the singer, while giving whole legs to each of the tengu. Once everyone had a full plate, Mystia stood up and read from a paper Kutaka handed her.

“Bless us, O Lord, and Thy gifts, which we are about to receive from Thy bounty. Let us forever remember Thy grace through the love of Christ.”

Christ?! Lord?! What the hell were they talking about? As if reading his mind, Aya spoke up “I know you probably have a lot of questions. So did all of us. But I’m sure that if Dolly could see the light of the Lord from this morning, you will too!” As she spoke, she brought her bag on top of the table, opening it up to release a little doll dressed in a black robe and habit. It carried a black book similar to Hatate’s flying over to Anon. He took the tome from his little companion, reading the title:

HOLY BIBLE
KING JAMES VERSION

A second later, the ground began to shake. The entirety of the fake shrine rose into the sky as giant wooden masts sprouted form the ground. A large flag bearing a crucifix unfurled as turbines began spinning above on top of great pillars. As a funnel began rising from the ground across from the pond, something bright shot out and flew towards the group. It revealed a girl wearing a stuffy smock and apron that was cut open at the chest to expose an iridescent red eye.

“Captain Iizunamaru, the engines are ready to go! We’re ready to head to the New Paradise!”

“Perfect. We’ve just got one last thing to take care of.” Walking over to the sage, whom was desperately balancing on her stand, Megumu hoisted the woman over her shoulder and walked to a seemingly arbitrary point away from the shrine. She made sure the blonde woman had the perfect angle to watch as the ground separated an inch away from her, revealing a wooden hull that steadily gained altitude.

A mixture of relief and deep dread mixed in Anon’s stomach. “Aya, what the hell is going on?! Why is there a ship inside the HSE and why are there so many birds around?” The tengu put a finger up to her lips and dragged Anon down into the lower deck, bringing him to a room full of cloth outfits and hats with buckles. There, she passed him a white shirt and vest and drew a curtain between them to protect her modesty.

“It all happened a few days ago when Hatate brought back a book from Kourindou. The Good Book. Iizunamaru-sama immediately had it printed and distributed across the mountain. Everyone loved it, except for the Moriyans. So, we decided to flee from Kanako’s persecution and travel eastward to practice Gensokyian Christianity freely!”

“That still doesn’t explain Mystia or Utsuho. Or hell, even Kutaka!” Gensokyian Chrisitanity?! This was getting out of hand. How did the Bible convert them when they had three gods living as neighbors?

“Obviously our missionaries reached their hearts. Sister Kutaka even decided to become our nun!” Through the curtain, he could see that Aya was putting on a long dress and frilly cuffs. His own outfit seemed a little formal as well.

“So, that’s great and all, but why do you need me to come with you? I won’t be much help colonizing a new island or anything.” He was looking around for a porthole, anywhere close by to escape from.

“That’s because you aren’t supposed to separate a husband and a wife, silly!” The tengu threw aside the curtains, dressed in a white dress and veil just like a western bride. The plunging neckline contrasted heavily with her earlier outfit, but that didn’t draw his attention. It was the round bump around her belly, the telltale sign of pregnancy. His own outfit was fit to match her, and he realized in an instant why Aya was kidnapping him. He was still a little lost on how she was converted.

“You don’t want our children living in sin, do you? And I… I…. I want to save your soul worshiping the false Hakurei God! Together, we’ll bask in the light of the Lord and his infinite forgiveness!”

At this point, the tengu was grabbing Anon’s shoulders while the man gave up all pretenses and yelled desperately for help from anyone. Ran, Chen, Reimu, hell, even Yukari. Bolting out of the room, he ran back up to deck, surrounded by winged girls wearing white dresses. The ship had neared the ceiling of the HSE at this point, before the nuclear hell raven raised her control rod upwards and blasted away the roof. There was nothing left to stop the Gensokyian Christians from escaping.