The Doll Enthusiast Finally Met the Dolls

Avalon's skies were clear skies, and Gensokyo's residents loved them—what was the most profitable business in the twenty-first century? Tourism! A business with enormous returns. All you needed was a scenic spot, a silver tongue, a bunch of old Taoists selling jade, plus a couple fortune-tellers reading palms, and unless you ran into natural disasters, man-made calamities, financial crises, or failed tribulations, you absolutely couldn't lose money in this line of work.

At least, that was how it worked in theory.

Massive transport carriers rarely appeared in Avalon's airspace, because I had always felt that environmental protection was important for such a picturesque place with springlike weather all year round. But this time was an exception. Under my tireless sales pitch, the residents of Gensokyo had all expressed their desire to see the enchanting scenery of the Empire's capital, Secluded Paradise District, as soon as possible. Atlantis's transfer also required opening a huge Space Rift above Avalon, and in keeping with the guiding principle of saving every penny possible, the transport carrier did not open a separate gate and simply entered through Avalon.

The enormous ship, vast enough to blot out the sky, slowly poked its head out from the giant rift overhead, casting a dark shadow like a storm cloud across the endless green grasslands and startling countless small animals making out in the grass. Since the transport carrier was too large to land directly on this pristine grassland, it hovered one or two thousand meters above the ground instead. Everyone then transferred to smaller transport aircraft to land. Of course, quite a few yokai were used to flying on their own. They wanted to personally experience whether the air in another world tasted salty or bland, so as the transport aircraft descended, it was accompanied by a whole