Damn It! Getting Caught and Settled by Our Own Little Cutie

Chapter 1

Damn It! Getting Caught and Settled by Our Own Little Cutie

After transmigrating to another world, Livia made an unexpected discovery… her best bro had also crossed over! What’s more, the two had respectively transformed into a white-haired loli and a golden-haired bombshell. “Bro, we agreed—no laughing at each other, alright?” Behind closed doors, buried under blankets, the two conspired loudly: “Are nobles and royals inherently superior? Now that we’ve transmigrated here, we’re destined for greatness!” “Damn right! With all this chaos around, you go conquer the First Princess, and I’ll take the Second Princess. Between the two of us, how could the world not bow down?” But the journey was long—how to get there? After some deliberation, they reached a conclusion: to get rich, first chop wood! “I’ve got great news!” “Me too!” they declared in unison. “Hehe, while gathering herbs in the mountains, I picked up an adorable little thing~!” “The herbs sold for enough travel funds. Tonight, we make our move on those princesses!” The next moment— The cabin door burst open as a troop of guards swarmed in, kneeling at the bedside. “Your Highnesses, we’ve finally found you two!” Staring at the “adorable little things” they’d picked up, the pair exchanged bewildered glances: “¿” Dragged back to the palace, Alice gripped Livia’s hand. “D-don’t panic! These are magic shackles. Just tie up your First Princess, and escaping will be a breeze!” “True bro! No more secrets—here’s my prized potion. Sneak it to your Second Princess, then meet me in the backyard. We’ll scale the wall!” That night… Livia was swiftly overpowered, pleading for mercy before an icy beauty. As for Alice? She fared no better—the gentle older sister’s affection proved… overwhelmingly heavy.

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　　᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀᮍᮍᮍᮞ ᮳ᯇᯀᯓ ᯒᯄᯄᯌᯒ ᯓᯎ ᯁᯄ ᯌᯘ ᯍᯀᯌᯄ ᯍᯎᯖ—ᯀᯒ ᯀ ᯖᯎᯌᯀᯍᮍ

　　ᮩᯔᯒᯓ ᯀ ᯅᯄᯖ ᯃᯀᯘᯒ ᯀᯆᯎᮋ ᮨ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯀ ᯁᯎᯘ ᯖᯇᯎ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯍᯄᯕᯄᯑ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯁᯄᯄᯍ ᯈᯍ ᯋᯎᯕᯄᮍ

　　ᮡᯔᯓ ᯍᯎᯖᮋ ᮨ’ᯕᯄ ᯁᯄᯄᯍ ᯂᯀᯏᯓᯔᯑᯄᯃ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯃᯄᯅᯘᯈᯍᯆ ᯑᯎᯘᯀᯋᯓᯘᮋ ᯇᯀᯑᯒᯇᯋᯘ ᯏᯔᯍᯈᯒᯇᯄᯃ ᯁᯘ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯀᯌ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓ ᯓᯎ ᯁᯄ ᯃᯄᯕᯎᯔᯑᯄᯃ ᯂᯎᯌᯏᯋᯄᯓᯄᯋᯘᮀ

　　᮳ᯇᯔᯃᮍ

　　᮳ᯇᯔᯃ—ᮀ

　　᮳ᯇᯄ ᯅᯎᯎᯓᯒᯓᯄᯏᯒ ᯄᯂᯇᯎᯈᯍᯆ ᯃᯎᯖᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯇᯀᯋᯋᯖᯀᯘ ᯌᯀᯃᯄ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ’ᯒ ᯁᯎᯃᯘ ᯓᯑᯄᯌᯁᯋᯄᮍ

　　ᮨᯍᯒᯓᯈᯍᯂᯓᯈᯕᯄᯋᯘᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯓᯑᯈᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯂᯔᯑᯋ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯇᯄᯑᯒᯄᯋᯅᮍ

　　᮲ᯇᯄ’ᯒ ᯂᯎᯌᯈᯍᯆᮀ

　　᮳ᯇᯀᯓ…

　　ᮣᯄᯌᯎᯍᮌᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯖᯎᯌᯀᯍᮀ

　　

　　

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯕᯄᯋᯕᯄᯓ ᯂᯔᯑᯓᯀᯈᯍᯒ ᯒᯖᯀᯘᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯀᯍᯃᯋᯄᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᮋ ᯂᯀᯒᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯁᯋᯎᯎᯃᮌᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯒᯇᯀᯃᯎᯖᯒ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯃᯑᯎᯖᯍᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯑᯎᯎᯌ ᯈᯍ ᯀᯍ ᯄᯄᯑᯈᯄ ᯖᯀᯑᯌᯓᯇᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒ’ᯒ ᯒᯋᯄᯍᯃᯄᯑ ᯅᯈᯍᯆᯄᯑᯒ ᯋᯈᯅᯓᯄᯃ ᯀ ᯂᯎᯑᯍᯄᯑ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯅᯀᯁᯑᯈᯂ ᯀᯒ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯋᯄᯀᯍᯄᯃ ᯈᯍᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯒᯇᯀᯃᯎᯖᯒ ᯒᯓᯑᯄᯓᯂᯇᯄᯃᮋ ᯈᯍᯂᯇ ᯁᯘ ᯈᯍᯂᯇᮋ ᯒᯖᯀᯋᯋᯎᯖᯈᯍᯆ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ’ᯒ ᯓᯑᯄᯌᯁᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯅᯎᯑᯌ ᯁᯄᯍᯄᯀᯓᯇ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯈᯋᯕᯄᯑ ᯒᯈᯋᯊ ᯕᯄᯈᯋᮍ

ᮁᮭᯎ… ᮨᯓ’ᯒ ᯀᯋᯋ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯀ ᯌᯈᯒᯔᯍᯃᯄᯑᯒᯓᯀᯍᯃᯈᯍᯆ…ᮁ

ᮠ ᯊᯈᯓᯓᯄᯍᮌᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯖᯇᯈᯌᯏᯄᯑ ᯄᯒᯂᯀᯏᯄᯃ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯔᯍᯃᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯕᯄᯑᯈᯍᯆᮍ

ᮁ᮲ᯂᯀᯑᯄᯃᮞᮁ ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒ ᯒᯄᯄᯌᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯀᯕᯎᯑ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯅᯄᯀᯑ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯍᯄ ᯁᯄᯍᯄᯀᯓᯇᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯋᯈᯏᯒ ᯂᯔᯑᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯍ ᯒᯀᯓᯈᯒᯅᯀᯂᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯀᯒ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯕᯎᯈᯂᯄ ᯑᯄᯌᯀᯈᯍᯄᯃ ᯂᯎᯎᯋᮍ ᮁᮮᯑ… ᯏᯄᯑᯇᯀᯏᯒ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯂᯀᯍ’ᯓ ᯖᯀᯈᯓᮞᮁ

᮲ᯇᯄ ᯇᯎᯎᯊᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯈᯋᯕᯄᯑ ᯕᯄᯈᯋ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯏᯈᯍᯊᯘ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯋᯈᯅᯓᯄᯃ ᯈᯓ—

᮱ᯄᯕᯄᯀᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯀ ᯏᯀᯈᯑ ᯎᯅ ᯒᯌᯀᯋᯋ ᯅᯄᯄᯓ ᯂᯋᯀᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯏᯔᯑᯄ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄ ᯒᯓᯎᯂᯊᯈᯍᯆᯒᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯌᯎᯌᯄᯍᯓ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯋᯄᯍᯃᯄᯑ ᯅᯈᯍᯆᯄᯑᯒ ᯁᯑᯔᯒᯇᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯈᯏᯒᮋ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ’ᯒ ᯒᯈᯋᯊᮌᯂᯋᯀᯃ ᯅᯄᯄᯓ ᯅᯋᯈᯍᯂᯇᯄᯃ ᯕᯈᯎᯋᯄᯍᯓᯋᯘᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯓᯎᯄᯒ ᯂᯔᯑᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯏᯄᯀᯑᯋᮌᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯁᯄᯀᯃᯒᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯇᯄᯄᯑ ᯅᯀᯁᯑᯈᯂ ᯃᯀᯌᯏᯄᯍᯈᯍᯆ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯒᯖᯄᯀᯓᮍ

ᮁ᮶ᯇᯀᯓ ᯀ ᯅᯈᯍᯄ ᯓᯎᯘ…ᮁ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒ’ᯒ ᯌᯔᯑᯌᯔᯑ ᯂᯀᯑᯑᯈᯄᯃ ᯀᯌᯔᯒᯄᯌᯄᯍᯓ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯇᯔᯌᯈᯋᯈᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍᮍ

᮳ᯇᯎᯒᯄ ᯅᯄᯄᯓ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯃᯄᯋᯈᯂᯀᯓᯄ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯎᯈᯍᯓ ᯎᯅ ᯅᯑᯀᯆᯈᯋᯈᯓᯘᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯊᯈᯍ ᯁᯄᯍᯄᯀᯓᯇ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯎᯂᯊᯈᯍᯆᯒ ᯅᯀᯈᯍᯓᯋᯘ ᯕᯈᯒᯈᯁᯋᯄᮋ ᯓᯈᯍᯆᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯀ ᯒᯎᯅᯓ ᯏᯈᯍᯊᮍ

ᮥᯈᯕᯄ ᯑᯎᯔᯍᯃᯄᯃ ᯓᯎᯄᯒ ᯏᯑᯄᯒᯒᯄᯃ ᯓᯎᯆᯄᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯔᯍᯄᯀᯒᯈᯋᯘᮋ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯀ ᯅᯑᯈᯆᯇᯓᯄᯍᯄᯃ ᯂᯑᯄᯀᯓᯔᯑᯄ ᯓᯑᯘᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯎ ᯇᯈᯃᯄ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯀᯅᯄᯒᯓ ᯂᯎᯑᯍᯄᯑᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒ’ᯒ ᯆᯀᯙᯄ ᯒᯋᯈᯃ ᯒᯋᯎᯖᯋᯘ ᯎᯕᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᯋᯘ ᯓᯄᯍᯒᯄᯃ ᯀᯑᯂᯇᮋ ᯀ ᯆᯋᯈᯍᯓ ᯎᯅ ᯒᯀᯓᯈᯒᯅᯀᯂᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯅᯋᯀᯒᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯈᯋᯕᯄᯑ ᯄᯘᯄᯒᮍ

—᮲ᯇᯄ ᯑᯄᯋᯈᯒᯇᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯌᯎᯌᯄᯍᯓᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯅᯄᯄᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯎᯅ ᯂᯋᯀᯈᯌᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ‘ᯒᯏᯎᯈᯋᯒ ᯎᯅ ᯖᯀᯑ’ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯃᯄᯕᯎᯔᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄᯌ ᯁᯈᯓ ᯁᯘ ᯁᯈᯓᮍ

ᮭᯎ ᯅᯎᯑᯂᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯍᯄᯄᯃᯄᯃ—ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ’ᯒ ᯋᯄᯆᯒ ᯑᯀᯈᯒᯄᯃᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯈᯋᯕᯄᯑ ᯕᯄᯈᯋ ᯒᯋᯈᯃ ᯃᯎᯖᯍᯖᯀᯑᯃ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯀ ᯑᯄᯂᯄᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯈᯃᯄᮋ ᯈᯍᯂᯇ ᯁᯘ ᯈᯍᯂᯇᮋ ᯔᯍᯕᯄᯈᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯌᯎᯑᯄ ᯇᯈᯃᯃᯄᯍ ᯒᯈᯆᯇᯓᯒᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯄᯃᯆᯄᯒ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯎᯂᯊᯈᯍᯆᯒ ᯅᯀᯈᯍᯓᯋᯘ ᯑᯄᯕᯄᯀᯋᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯊᯈᯍ ᯁᯄᯍᯄᯀᯓᯇᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯄᯋᯈᯂᯀᯓᯄ ᯀᯍᯊᯋᯄ ᯁᯎᯍᯄᯒ ᯄᯋᯄᯆᯀᯍᯓ ᯘᯄᯓ ᯅᯑᯀᯆᯈᯋᯄ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯎᯖᯍᯄᯑ’ᯒ ᯓᯑᯄᯌᯁᯋᯈᯍᯆᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒ’ᯒ ᯅᯈᯍᯆᯄᯑᯓᯈᯏ ᯆᯑᯀᯙᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯏᯎᯓ ᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᯋᯘᮋ ᯅᯄᯄᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯔᯁᯓᯋᯄ ᯒᯇᯈᯕᯄᯑ ᯁᯄᯍᯄᯀᯓᯇ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯈᯋᯊᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯌᯈᯋᯄ ᯃᯄᯄᯏᯄᯍᯈᯍᯆᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯕᯄᯈᯋ ᯂᯎᯍᯓᯈᯍᯔᯄᯃ ᯃᯎᯖᯍᯖᯀᯑᯃᮋ ᯆᯋᯈᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯎᯕᯄᯑ ᯒᯌᯎᯎᯓᯇ ᯂᯀᯋᯕᯄᯒᮋ ᯖᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᯅᯀᯈᯍᯓ ᯑᯄᯃ ᯌᯀᯑᯊᯒ ᯏᯄᯄᯊᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯅᯀᯁᯑᯈᯂ—ᯓᯑᯀᯂᯄᯒ ᯎᯅ ᯄᯀᯑᯋᯈᯄᯑ ᯒᯓᯑᯔᯆᯆᯋᯄᯒᮍ

ᮥᯔᯑᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯃᯎᯖᯍᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯔᯑᯕᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯈᯆᯇᯒ ᯆᯑᯄᯖ ᯅᯔᯋᯋᯄᯑᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯋᯀᯂᯄ ᯓᯑᯈᯌ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯎᯂᯊᯈᯍᯆᯒ ᯋᯄᯀᯕᯈᯍᯆ ᯀ ᯒᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯈᯍᯃᯄᯍᯓᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯎᯅᯓ ᯅᯋᯄᯒᯇᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒ ᯇᯎᯎᯊᯄᯃ ᯀ ᯅᯈᯍᯆᯄᯑ ᯔᯍᯃᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯀᯔᯓ ᯄᯃᯆᯄᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯑᯄᯒᯓᯑᯀᯈᯍᯄᯃ ᯒᯊᯈᯍ ᯈᯌᯌᯄᯃᯈᯀᯓᯄᯋᯘ ᯅᯋᯔᯒᯇᯄᯃ ᯀ ᯓᯄᯌᯏᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯑᯄᯃᮍ

ᮁᮣᯎᯄᯒ ᯈᯓ ᯇᯔᯑᯓᮞᮁ

᮲ᯇᯄ ᯃᯄᯋᯈᯁᯄᯑᯀᯓᯄᯋᯘ ᯃᯑᯀᯆᯆᯄᯃ ᯀ ᯍᯀᯈᯋ ᯎᯕᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯀᯑᯊ ᯁᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄ ᯑᯄᯋᯄᯀᯒᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯓᮋ ᯋᯈᯒᯓᯄᯍᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯎᯅᯓ ‘ᯒᯍᯀᯏ’ ᯀᯒ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯊᯈᯍ ᯁᯎᯔᯍᯂᯄᯃ ᯁᯀᯂᯊᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯎᯂᯊᯈᯍᯆᯒ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯓᯈᯆᯇᯓᯄᯒᯓ ᯀᯑᯎᯔᯍᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯈᯆᯇᯒᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯇᯄᯄᯑ ᯌᯀᯓᯄᯑᯈᯀᯋ ᯏᯑᯄᯒᯒᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯋᯔᯒᯇ ᯅᯋᯄᯒᯇᮋ ᯌᯀᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯓ ᯒᯏᯈᯋᯋ ᯒᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᯋᯘ—ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯀ ᯏᯄᯀᯂᯇ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯕᯄᯑᯆᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯁᯔᯑᯒᯓᯈᯍᯆᮍ

ᮁ᮸ᯎᯔ—ᮀ ᮠᯇ…ᮞᮀᮁ

—᮱ᯔᯒᯓᯋᯄᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯕᯄᯈᯋ ᯒᯋᯈᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯖᯀᯈᯒᯓᮍ

᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ’ᯒ ᯁᯑᯄᯀᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯈᯓᯂᯇᯄᯃᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯋᯄᯍᯃᯄᯑ ᯖᯀᯈᯒᯓ ᯓᯄᯍᯒᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯍᯒᯓᯈᯍᯂᯓᯈᯕᯄᯋᯘᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯇᯀᯍᯃᯒ ᯒᯓᯈᯋᯋ ᯁᯎᯔᯍᯃ ᯁᯄᯇᯈᯍᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯒᯈᯋᯕᯄᯑ ᯂᯇᯀᯈᯍᯒᮋ ᯏᯎᯖᯄᯑᯋᯄᯒᯒ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯓᯎᯏ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯒᯋᯎᯖ ‘ᯄᯗᯄᯂᯔᯓᯈᯎᯍᮍ’

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒ’ᯒ ᯆᯀᯙᯄ ᯑᯀᯊᯄᯃ ᯎᯕᯄᯑ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯁᯎᯃᯘ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯀ ᯁᯋᯀᯃᯄᮋ ᯅᯈᯍᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯒᯄᯓᯓᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯌᯀᯋᯋ ᯅᯀᯂᯄ ᯍᯎᯖ ᯅᯔᯋᯋᯘ ᯄᯗᯏᯎᯒᯄᯃᮍ

ᮯᯀᯋᯄ ᯇᯀᯈᯑ ᯒᯏᯋᯀᯘᯄᯃ ᯌᯄᯒᯒᯈᯋᯘ ᯎᯕᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯕᯄᯋᯕᯄᯓ ᯏᯈᯋᯋᯎᯖᮋ ᯌᯀᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯊᯈᯍ ᯒᯄᯄᯌ ᯀᯋᯌᯎᯒᯓ ᯓᯑᯀᯍᯒᯋᯔᯂᯄᯍᯓᮍ

᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ’ᯒ ᯂᯑᯈᯌᯒᯎᯍ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯖᯄᯓᮋ ᯋᯀᯒᯇᯄᯒ ᯅᯋᯔᯓᯓᯄᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯆᯄᯌᯒᯓᯎᯍᯄᯒ ᯕᯄᯈᯋᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯌᯈᯒᯓᮍ

ᮧᯄᯑ ᯋᯈᯏᯒ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯏᯑᯄᯒᯒᯄᯃ ᯓᯈᯆᯇᯓᯋᯘ ᯓᯎᯆᯄᯓᯇᯄᯑᮋ ᯘᯄᯓ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯏᯀᯑᯓᯄᯃ ᯒᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᯋᯘ ᯀᯒ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒ ᯋᯄᯀᯍᯄᯃ ᯈᯍᮋ ᯑᯄᯋᯄᯀᯒᯈᯍᯆ ᯀ ᯖᯀᯑᯌ ᯁᯑᯄᯀᯓᯇᮍ

ᮧᯄᯑ ᯒᯓᯔᯁᯁᯎᯑᯍ ᯋᯈᯓᯓᯋᯄ ᯅᯀᯂᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯅᯋᯔᯒᯇᯄᯃ ᯀᯍ ᯔᯍᯍᯀᯓᯔᯑᯀᯋ ᯑᯄᯃᮋ ᯓᯈᯍᯘ ᯁᯄᯀᯃᯒ ᯎᯅ ᯒᯖᯄᯀᯓ ᯅᯎᯑᯌᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯈᯏ ᯎᯅ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯍᯎᯒᯄ—ᯘᯄᯓ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯈᯋᯋ ᯑᯄᯅᯔᯒᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯘᯈᯄᯋᯃᮍ

ᮁᮨ… ᮨ ᯃᯈᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯃᯎ ᯀᯍᯘᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯖᯑᯎᯍᯆᮀ ᮶ᯇᯀᯓ ᯃᯈᯃ ᮨ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯃᯎᮞᮀᮁ

ᮁ᮲ᯔᯂᯇ ᯀ ᯃᯄᯅᯈᯀᯍᯓ ᯁᯑᯀᯓᮍ ᮫ᯎᯎᯊ ᯀᯓ ᯘᯎᯔᯑᯒᯄᯋᯅᮍᮁ ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒ ᯆᯑᯈᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ’ᯒ ᯂᯇᯈᯍᮋ ᯓᯈᯋᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯇᯄᯀᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯈᯃᯄᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯑᯄᯅᯋᯄᯂᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯈᯑᯑᯎᯑ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯃᯄᯕᯀᯒᯓᯀᯓᯈᯍᯆᯋᯘ ᯁᯄᯀᯔᯓᯈᯅᯔᯋᮍ

᮲ᯈᯋᯕᯄᯑ ᯇᯀᯈᯑ ᯒᯓᯑᯄᯖᯍ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯒᯇᯀᯓᯓᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯒᯓᯀᯑᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᮋ ᯂᯑᯈᯌᯒᯎᯍ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯌᯈᯒᯓᯄᯃ ᯎᯕᯄᯑᮍ

ᮧᯄᯑ ᯖᯑᯈᯒᯓᯒ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯀᯍᯊᯋᯄᯒ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯁᯎᯔᯍᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯑᯄᯃ ᯒᯈᯋᯊ ᯈᯍ ᯇᯔᯌᯈᯋᯈᯀᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯁᯎᯖᯒᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯁᯎᯃᯘ ᯀᯑᯂᯇᯄᯃ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯀ ᯒᯀᯂᯑᯈᯅᯈᯂᯈᯀᯋ ᯋᯀᯌᯁ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯀᯍᯃᯋᯄᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᮋ ᯅᯈᯍᯆᯄᯑ ᯌᯀᯑᯊᯒ ᯒᯓᯈᯋᯋ ᯋᯈᯍᯆᯄᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯎᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯈᯍᯍᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯈᯆᯇᯒᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒ ᯒᯔᯃᯃᯄᯍᯋᯘ ᯋᯈᯅᯓᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯂᯇᯈᯍ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯀ ᯅᯈᯍᯆᯄᯑᯓᯈᯏᮍ ᮁ᮲ᯄᯄᮞ ᮨᯓ ᯒᯔᯈᯓᯒ ᯘᯎᯔᮍᮁ

ᮧᯄᯑ ᯅᯈᯍᯆᯄᯑ ᯓᯑᯀᯈᯋᯄᯃ ᯃᯎᯖᯍ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ’ᯒ ᯍᯄᯂᯊᮋ ᯂᯈᯑᯂᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯇᯎᯋᯋᯎᯖ ᯎᯅ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯂᯎᯋᯋᯀᯑᯁᯎᯍᯄᮍ ᮁᮠ ᯑᯄᯁᯄᯋ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯃᯄᯒᯄᯑᯕᯄᯒ…ᮁ ᮧᯄᯑ ᯈᯂᯘ ᯅᯈᯍᯆᯄᯑᯓᯈᯏ ᯏᯑᯄᯒᯒᯄᯃ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᯒᯓ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ’ᯒ ᯋᯄᯅᯓ ᯁᯑᯄᯀᯒᯓᮍ ᮁᮍᮍᮍᯓᯎ ᯁᯄ ᯁᯑᯀᯍᯃᯄᯃ ᯁᯘ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯌᯀᯒᯓᯄᯑᮍᮁ

ᮠ ᯅᯋᯔᯒᯇ ᯒᯏᯑᯄᯀᯃ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯑᯍᯄᯑ ᯎᯅ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ’ᯒ ᯄᯘᯄᮋ ᯅᯎᯋᯋᯎᯖᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯓᯄᯀᯑ ᯌᯎᯋᯄ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯁᯋᯎᯎᯃ ᯁᯋᯎᯎᯌᯈᯍᯆ ᯎᯍ ᯒᯍᯎᯖ—ᯘᯄᯓ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯋᯈᯏᯒ ᯂᯔᯑᯋᯄᯃ ᯒᯓᯔᯁᯁᯎᯑᯍᯋᯘᮍ ᮁᮍᮍᮍᮣᯎ ᯖᯇᯀᯓᯄᯕᯄᯑ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯖᯀᯍᯓᮀ ᮪ᯈᯋᯋ ᯌᯄ ᯈᯅ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯌᯔᯒᯓᮀᮁ

ᮁᮮᯇᮞ ᮲ᯎ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯂᯀᯍ ᯂᯑᯘᮍᮁ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒ ᯒᯔᯃᯃᯄᯍᯋᯘ ᯓᯈᯆᯇᯓᯄᯍᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯆᯑᯈᯏ ᯎᯍ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ’ᯒ ᯂᯇᯈᯍᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯈᯋᯕᯄᯑ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯑᯄᯅᯋᯄᯂᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯎᯒᯄ ᯓᯄᯀᯑᮌᯆᯋᯀᯙᯄᯃ ᯂᯑᯈᯌᯒᯎᯍ ᯎᯍᯄᯒᮍ

ᮡᯔᯓ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ’ᯒ ᯓᯎᯄᯒ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯒᯓᯈᯋᯋ ᯂᯔᯑᯋᯄᯃ ᯓᯈᯆᯇᯓᯋᯘᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯀᯍᯊᯋᯄᯒ ᯓᯈᯍᯆᯄᯃ ᯏᯈᯍᯊ—ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯀ ᯂᯎᯑᯍᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯂᯀᯓ ᯒᯓᯈᯋᯋ ᯓᯑᯘᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯎ ᯁᯋᯔᯅᯅ ᯈᯓᯒ ᯖᯀᯘ ᯎᯔᯓᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒ ᯅᯈᯍᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯋᯄᯓ ᯎᯔᯓ ᯀ ᯒᯎᯅᯓ ᯋᯀᯔᯆᯇᮋ ᯃᯀᯑᯊ ᯂᯔᯑᯑᯄᯍᯓᯒ ᯒᯖᯈᯑᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯆᯀᯙᯄᮍ

ᮁᮭᯎᯖ ᯁᯄᯆᯈᯍᯒ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯄᯗᯄᯂᯔᯓᯈᯎᯍᮍᮁ

ᮧᯄᯑ ᯉᯀᯃᯄᮌᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯅᯈᯍᯆᯄᯑᯒ ᯓᯑᯀᯂᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯑᯄᯌᯁᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯂᯔᯑᯕᯄ ᯎᯅ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ’ᯒ ᯖᯀᯈᯒᯓ ᯀᯒ ᯌᯎᯎᯍᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯒᯄᯄᯏᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯇᯈᯆᯇ ᯖᯈᯍᯃᯎᯖᯒᮋ ᯆᯋᯈᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯎᯕᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒ’ᯒ ᯒᯈᯋᯕᯄᯑ ᯇᯀᯈᯑᮍ

᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ’ᯒ ᯇᯄᯀᯑᯓᯁᯄᯀᯓ ᯐᯔᯈᯂᯊᯄᯍᯄᯃᮍ

ᮨᯒ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯑᯄᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯇᯀᯏᯏᯄᯍᯈᯍᯆ…ᮞᮀ

ᮭᯎ…

ᮠᯁᯒᯎᯋᯔᯓᯄᯋᯘ ᯍᯎᯓᮍ

ᮭᯎ ᯍᯎ ᯍᯎ ᯍᯎᮍ

ᮭᯎᮀ

ᮧᯄᯑ ᯏᯀᯋᯄ ᯅᯄᯄᯓ ᯓᯖᯈᯓᯂᯇᯄᯃᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯕᯎᯈᯂᯄ ᯋᯀᯂᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯏᯋᯄᯀᯃᯈᯍᯆᮍ

ᮁᮣᯎᯍ’ᯓ—ᮁ

ᮁᮨ’ᯌ ᯒᯎᯑᯑᯘᮍᮁ

ᮥᯎᯑᯂᯄᯃ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯇᯔᯌᯈᯋᯈᯀᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯏᯎᯒᯈᯓᯈᯎᯍᮋ ᯄᯕᯄᯑᯘ ᯕᯔᯋᯍᯄᯑᯀᯁᯋᯄ ᯏᯀᯑᯓ ᯎᯅ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯄᯗᯏᯎᯒᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯀᯈᯑ—

᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯇᯄᯋᯏ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯑᯄᯆᯑᯄᯓ ᯈᯓᮍ

ᮨᯅ ᯎᯍᯋᯘ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯒᯓᯀᯘᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯋᯈᯓᯓᯋᯄ ᯓᯎᯖᯍᮋ ᯒᯄᯋᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯖᯀᯑᯄᯒ…

᮶ᯇᯘ ᯃᯈᯃ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯓᯎ ᯂᯑᯎᯒᯒ ᯏᯀᯓᯇᯒ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒᮞ

᮶ᯇᯘ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯁᯄᯂᯎᯌᯄ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯈᯂᯄᮌᯂᯎᯋᯃ ᯁᯄᯀᯔᯓᯘ’ᯒ ᯏᯋᯀᯘᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆᮞ

ᮁ᮴ᯔᯔ… ᮨ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯁᯄᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯓᯔᯏᯈᯃ ᯁᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄᮀ ᮠᯋᯋ ᯓᯇᯎᯒᯄ ᯑᯔᯃᯄ ᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆᯒ ᮨ ᯒᯀᯈᯃ—ᯂᯀᯍ’ᯓ ᯖᯄ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯅᯎᯑᯆᯄᯓ ᯈᯓ…ᮞᮁ

ᮁᮡᯄᯆᯆᯈᯍᯆᮞᮁ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒ ᯋᯎᯎᯊᯄᯃ ᯃᯎᯖᯍ ᯀᯓ ᯇᯄᯑᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯓᯎᯍᯄ ᯋᯄᯀᯕᯈᯍᯆ ᯍᯎ ᯑᯎᯎᯌ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯀᯑᯆᯔᯌᯄᯍᯓᮍ ᮁ᮳ᯎᯎ ᯋᯀᯓᯄᮍᮁ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯈᯂᯘ ᯁᯄᯀᯔᯓᯘ ᯑᯀᯈᯒᯄᯃ ᯀ ᯇᯀᯍᯃᮋ ᯄᯗᯀᯌᯈᯍᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯅᯋᯀᯖᯋᯄᯒᯒ ᯅᯈᯍᯆᯄᯑᯒ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯈᯌ ᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᮋ ᯍᯄᯀᯑᯋᯘ ᯒᯂᯀᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯓᯎ ᯃᯄᯀᯓᯇᮍ

ᮡᯔᯓ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯇᯄᯋᯃ ᯁᯀᯂᯊᮋ ᯅᯎᯑᯂᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯃᯄᯋᯈᯂᯀᯓᯄ ᯅᯀᯂᯄ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯀᯍ ᯀᯋᯋᯔᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯏᯎᯔᯓᮍ

ᮁᮤᯄᯊᯝ ᮣᯎᯍ’ᯓ ᯁᯄ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯓᯇᯀᯓᮀ ᮨ ᯀᯃᯌᯈᯓ ᮨ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯖᯑᯎᯍᯆᮋ ♥ ᯀᯓᯝ ᯀᯓ ᯋᯄᯀᯒᯓ ᯋᯄᯓ ᯌᯄ ᯁᯄ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯎᯏᯝᮁ

ᮁᮍᮍᮍ᮸ᯎᯔᮞᮁ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯁᯄᯀᯔᯓᯘ ᯁᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯄᯄᯌᯄᯃ ᯆᯄᯍᯔᯈᯍᯄᯋᯘ ᯌᯎᯕᯄᯃ ᯁᯘ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯈᯓᯈᯅᯔᯋ ᯃᯈᯒᯏᯋᯀᯘᮍ ᮧᯄᯑ ᯆᯀᯙᯄ ᯒᯎᯅᯓᯄᯍᯄᯃᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯔᯍᯃᯈᯃ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ’ᯒ ᯑᯄᯒᯓᯑᯀᯈᯍᯓᯒ—

ᮮᯍᯋᯘ ᯓᯎ ᯋᯈᯅᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯋᯈᯓᯓᯋᯄ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄ ᯁᯔᯍᯃᯋᯄ ᯎᯍᯓᯎ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯋᯀᯏᮍ

ᮁᮧᯄᯇᯄᯇᯝ ᮶ᯇᯎ ᯊᯍᯄᯖ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯋᯃᮋ ᯑᯔᯓᯇᯋᯄᯒᯒ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯒᯔᯂᯇ ᯀ ᯒᯈᯃᯄᮞ ᮸ᯎᯔ ᯅᯎᯎᯋᮋ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯅᯄᯋᯋ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯈᯓᮀᮁ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯌᯎᯌᯄᯍᯓ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯓᯑᯀᯏ ᯒᯔᯂᯂᯄᯄᯃᯄᯃᮋ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ’ᯒ ᯖᯄᯀᯊ ᯃᯄᯌᯄᯀᯍᯎᯑ ᯒᯇᯀᯓᯓᯄᯑᯄᯃᮍ ᮲ᯇᯄ ᯋᯔᯍᯆᯄᯃ ᯅᯎᯑᯖᯀᯑᯃ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯀ ᯅᯄᯑᯀᯋ ᯁᯄᯀᯒᯓᮋ ᯒᯈᯍᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯓᯄᯄᯓᯇ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒ’ᯒ ᯍᯄᯂᯊᮍ

ᮁ᮳ᯂᯇ…ᮞᮁ

ᮁᮦᯄᯓ ᯈᯓ ᯍᯎᯖᮞ ᮸ᯎᯔ ᯓᯇᯈᯍᯊ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯂᯀᯍ ᯂᯎᯌᯏᯀᯑᯄ ᯓᯎ ᯌᯄᮞ ᮯᯀᯓᯇᯄᯓᯈᯂ ᯄᯗᯂᯔᯒᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯀ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒ—ᯆᯎ ᯎᯍᮋ ᯊᯈᯋᯋ ᯌᯄᮀ ᮮᯑ ᮨ’ᯋᯋ ᯁᯈᯓᯄ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯀᯓ ᯎᯔᯓᮀᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯒᯍᯀᯑᯋᯄᯃᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯕᯎᯈᯂᯄ ᯀ ᯌᯈᯗ ᯎᯅ ᯂᯇᯈᯋᯃᯈᯒᯇ ᯓᯀᯔᯍᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯆᯄᯍᯔᯈᯍᯄ ᯓᯇᯑᯄᯀᯓᮍ

᮲ᯇᯄ ᯍᯄᯄᯃᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯏᯑᯎᯕᯎᯊᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯈᯂᯄᮌᯂᯎᯋᯃ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯊᯈᯋᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑᮀ

ᮡᯄᯂᯀᯔᯒᯄ—

᮲ᯇᯄ ᯇᯄᯋᯃ ᯀ ᯒᯄᯂᯑᯄᯓᮍ

ᮮᯍᯄ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯎᯕᯄᯑᯓᯔᯑᯍ ᯄᯕᯄᯑᯘᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆᮍ

᮲ᯎ…

ᮁᮧᯍᯝᮞ ᮬᯌᯌ—ᮀᮁ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯄᯗᯏᯄᯂᯓᯄᯃ ᯒᯋᯀᯒᯇ ᯓᯎ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯀᯓ ᯎᯑ ᯒᯓᯀᯁ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯇᯄᯀᯑᯓ ᯍᯄᯕᯄᯑ ᯂᯀᯌᯄᮍ

ᮨᯍᯒᯓᯄᯀᯃᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯀᯓᯓᯀᯂᯊ ᯋᯀᯍᯃᯄᯃ… ᯄᯋᯒᯄᯖᯇᯄᯑᯄᮍ

ᮧᯄᯑ ᯁᯎᯃᯘ ᯀᯑᯂᯇᯄᯃ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯀ ᯅᯈᯒᯇ ᯎᯔᯓ ᯎᯅ ᯖᯀᯓᯄᯑᮋ ᯒᯈᯋᯕᯄᯑ ᯇᯀᯈᯑ ᯁᯑᯔᯒᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒ’ᯒ ᯍᯄᯂᯊ ᯀᯒ ᯃᯑᯎᯏᯋᯄᯓᯒ ᯅᯄᯋᯋ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯀ ᯂᯋᯄᯀᯑ ‘ᯏᯋᯈᯍᯊᮍ’ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯒᯇᯔᯃᯃᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯕᯈᯎᯋᯄᯍᯓᯋᯘᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯏᯔᯏᯈᯋᯒ ᯂᯎᯍᯓᯑᯀᯂᯓᯈᯍᯆ—

ᮬᯄᯌᯎᯑᯈᯄᯒ ᯅᯋᯀᯒᯇᯄᯃ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯁᯑᯎᯊᯄᯍ ᯆᯋᯀᯒᯒᮍ

ᮬᯎᯑᯍᯈᯍᯆ ᯌᯈᯒᯓᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯄᯍᯂᯇ ᯎᯅ ᯌᯎᯋᯃ ᯀᯒ ᯃᯄᯁᯓ ᯂᯎᯋᯋᯄᯂᯓᯎᯑᯒ ᯊᯈᯂᯊᯄᯃ ᯃᯎᯖᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯃᯎᯎᯑᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯋᯈᯍᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯀᯃᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᯒ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯑᯔᯂᯊ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯀᯘ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯂᯑᯎᯒᯒᯄᯃ ᯖᯎᯑᯋᯃᯒᮍ

ᮁ᮶ᯇᯘ… ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯀᯅᯓᯄᯑ ᯀᯋᯋ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ… ᮯᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒᮋ ᯖᯇᯘ…ᮞᮁ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯂᯀᯍᯃᯋᯄᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯅᯋᯈᯂᯊᯄᯑᯄᯃᮍ

ᮨᯍ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯅᯋᯄᯄᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯃᯀᯑᯊᯍᯄᯒᯒᮋ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯒᯀᯖ ᯈᯓ—ᯍᯎᯓ ᯅᯔᯑᯘ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒ’ᯒ ᯄᯘᯄᯒᮋ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯒᯎᯌᯄᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯂᯋᯎᯒᯄᯑ ᯓᯎ ᯃᯄᯒᯏᯀᯈᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯎᯁᯒᯄᯒᯒᯈᯎᯍᮍ

᮫ᯈᯊᯄ ᯀ ᯏᯑᯈᯒᯎᯍᯄᯑ ᯒᯓᯀᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯎᯍᯋᯘ ᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᮍ

ᮠᯒ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯋᯀᯒᯓ ᯒᯈᯋᯊ ᯑᯈᯁᯁᯎᯍ ᯂᯎᯈᯋᯄᯃ ᯀᯑᯎᯔᯍᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯍᯄᯂᯊᮋ ᯒᯎᯌᯄᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯖᯀᯑᯌ ᯃᯑᯈᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯎᯍᯓᯎ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯋᯈᯏᯒᮍ

᮶ᯀᯒ ᯈᯓ ᯌᯄᯋᯓᯄᯃ ᯖᯀᯗᮞ

ᮮᯑ…

᮲ᯎᯌᯄᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯔᯍᯒᯏᯎᯊᯄᯍᮞ

᮲ᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯋᯋᯀᯏᯒᯄᯃ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒ’ᯒ ᯀᯑᯌᯒᮋ ᯓᯄᯀᯑᯒ ᯒᯌᯄᯀᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯋᯎᯎᯃᯒᯓᯀᯈᯍᯒ ᯎᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯂᯇᯄᯒᯓᮍ

ᮁ᮶ᯇᯘ… ᯖᯎᯍ’ᯓ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯊᯈᯋᯋ ᯌᯄ…ᮞᮁ

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Damn It! Getting Caught and Settled by Our Own Little Cutie

After transmigrating to another world, Livia made an unexpected discovery… her best bro had also crossed over! What’s more, the two had respectively transformed into a white-haired loli and a golden-haired bombshell. “Bro, we agreed—no laughing at each other, alright?” Behind closed doors, buried under blankets, the two conspired loudly: “Are nobles and royals inherently superior? Now that we’ve transmigrated here, we’re destined for greatness!” “Damn right! With all this chaos around, you go conquer the First Princess, and I’ll take the Second Princess. Between the two of us, how could the world not bow down?” But the journey was long—how to get there? After some deliberation, they reached a conclusion: to get rich, first chop wood! “I’ve got great news!” “Me too!” they declared in unison. “Hehe, while gathering herbs in the mountains, I picked up an adorable little thing~!” “The herbs sold for enough travel funds. Tonight, we make our move on those princesses!” The next moment— The cabin door burst open as a troop of guards swarmed in, kneeling at the bedside. “Your Highnesses, we’ve finally found you two!” Staring at the “adorable little things” they’d picked up, the pair exchanged bewildered glances: “¿” Dragged back to the palace, Alice gripped Livia’s hand. “D-don’t panic! These are magic shackles. Just tie up your First Princess, and escaping will be a breeze!” “True bro! No more secrets—here’s my prized potion. Sneak it to your Second Princess, then meet me in the backyard. We’ll scale the wall!” That night… Livia was swiftly overpowered, pleading for mercy before an icy beauty. As for Alice? She fared no better—the gentle older sister’s affection proved… overwhelmingly heavy.

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