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A Lewd Cultivator in Brockton Bay
Chapter 47

-VB-

To my surprise, Dallons and Pelhams had been Catholics, even if they weren’t devout.

I stood before the altar with Amy next to me. Dressed in the white wedding dress and gown respectively, we were perfect. Sure, Amy stood before the altar with her late pregnancy for all to see, but it only made me happier. In the church with her was her en

Unlike me, she had also been important enough that the Bishop Emeritus of Manchester traveled to Brockton Bay to personally oversee the marriage proceedings.

Bishop Quenville* smiled. I saw no judgment in his eyes nor feel it through my extra senses.

“Alan Marris and Amy Dallon, have you come here freely and without reservation to give yourselves to each other in marriage?”

““Yes.””

“Will you honor each other as man and wife for rest of your lives?”

““Yes.””

“Will you accept children lovingly from God, and bring them up according to the law of Christ and his church?”

Personally, I ascribed to the bible itself when I did decide to follow rather than any church, but that was close enough on most occasions.

“”Yes.””

“Then you may speak your vows.”

I turned to Amy as she turned towards me.

My heart raced a little. “I, Alan Marris, take you, Amy Dallon, to be my lawful wife. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life.”

She beamed with a smile as she spoke her vow. “I, Amy Dallon, take you, Alan Marris, to be my lawful husband. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life.”

“Then with the Lord as your witness, you may kiss.”

Despite our current misgivings, Carol seemed awfully satisfied with this result.

-VB-

Our honeymoon to Australia was on!

If Vicky was on the same plane as us, then that was just a coincidence!

If there was a well-paid bureaucrat waiting to take a thousand dollars for registering Vicky and me as married, then that was also just a coincidence!

If there was a wedding already ready to go and Vicky and I had our wedding dress and new suit ready, then that was also just a coincidence.

The three of us now laid on an Australian beach, no more than ten miles from Sydney, sunbathing to our heart’s content.

Because Australia was in the southern hemisphere, their weather was the opposite of those in the northern hemisphere, and because of that, the summer of Australia was just starting as it ended back home.

“... This is the best,” Vicky sighed after sipping her … what was she drinking?

“We should be drinking a cocktail or something for the mood,” Amy also sighed from the other side. “But then again, both of us are pregnant so we’ll have to stick with juice.”

“Mmhmm,” her step-sister agreed.

“Eh,” I muttered as I laid between the two of them, all three of us facing up towards the sun with sunscreen liberally applied.

We also didn’t have anyone coming over to ask for autographs like it happened in Brockton Bay. No one recognized us.

This. Was. Perfect.

“... I’m bored.”

“Me too.”

I sighed. “Yeah, honestly, this is too perfect.”

Amy sat up. “Should I try to recreate the Healing Tree?”

The Healing Tree was Amy’s last spirit experiment before we got married and then came over to Australia for our honeymoon and marriage with Vicky. She only succeeded once out of the four dozen trees she grew, but it did one job: those around it would slowly regain their “optimal” condition. This included combating aging.

“Australia will surely like it, especially here in Sydney.”

I’ve done my research on this continent.

Ever since Canberra fell, Sydney became Australia’s capital.

Well, truthfully speaking, there were two capitals: Sydney for Australia and Alice Springs for United Outback Tribes.

Yes, the aboriginals revolted. See, the thing about this Earth was that persecution and bullying led to the victims triggering and gaining superpowers. Sure, the government might realize this and they preferred if any and all superhumans worked with them rather than against them.

But do the people, culturally ingrained to discriminate and persecute those “lesser” than them be smart?

Considering that there was a full-on rebellion in the heart of the Australian Outback that Australia cannot dislodge, no, the people cannot.

Of course, this only led to more discrimination. The idiots who still didn’t realize what was good for them started throwing rocks at their neighbors. Lynchings happened. People triggered.

In one internationally famous case, a riot broke out as white supremacists broke into a school in a slum where a lot of the poor aboriginals and other minorities went to and started executing kids, completely ignoring that among those who trigger, children were stronger than adults, and so when thirty schoolchildren triggered - whites, blacks, indigenous, and Asians - and started rampaging across Sydney? Not only did the racists all die rather violently, but Australia also lost over ten thousand people that day.

Those children now make up not just the elite defenders of the Free Tribe’s Nation after they ran away but made up the rebellion’s core founders. Sure, not all aboriginals joined. In fact, Australia “proudly” showed off more than a few aboriginal capes who joined its federal parahuman agency, Bull Guard.

Regardless, Australia as a nation had fewer capes than the United Outback Tribes did, and cherished those they had with fanaticism.

The only reason why Australia was not at war was that despite their initial failures, their government did some really great work at reforms and diplomacy.

So while the UOT was in rebellion, technically they were also a self-autonomous region of Australia. Without ever having signed papers with the government.

I didn’t care anymore beyond those details, because it wasn’t like I was going to be dealing with them. I just felt bad for the regular people who had to pay more tax for the fuck ups of the government and the brainwashed idiots among them. Most Australians were just normal regular people.

“Yeah, sure, go for it,” I told Amy.

This would just be good PR while Vicky got to do some bodyguarding/posing/modeling, Amy got to experiment, and me?

I was going to actually develop my own martial arts style to focus this power of mine.

-VB-

*Not the actual bishop IRL.