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

Chapter 11

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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᮰ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮑ ᮧᮟᮞᮔᮕᮢᮖᮥᮜ ᮔᮑᮩᮮ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮑ ᮧᮟᮞᮔᮕᮢᮖᮥᮜ ᮔᮑᮩᮮ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮘᮥᮝᮝᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮤᮥᮞᮕᮺ ᮠᮑᮤᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮥᮜᮗᮙᮞᮗ ᮠᮟᮥᮓᮘ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮣᮑᮤᮙᮣᮖᮑᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ

ᯖᮟᮞᮕᮣᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮔᮟ ᮒᮙᮗᮻᮒᮢᮕᮑᮣᮤᮕᮔ ᮠᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮒᮕᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮜᮥᮓᮛᯍ ᯚᮙᮛᮕ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮠᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮕ ᮟᮖᮤᮕᮞ ᮤᮕᮞᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮗᮟᮟᮔ ᮖᮟᮢᮤᮥᮞᮕᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮘᮕᮢᮒᮣ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮗᮑᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮧᮕᮢᮕᮺ ᮟᮦᮕᮢᮑᮜᮜᮺ ᮧᮟᮢᮤᮘ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮯ

ᯗᮞᮖᮥᮢᮙᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᯗᮤ ᮝᮥᮣᮤ ᮒᮕ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ’ᮣ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮞᮕᮧᮒᮙᮕ ᮠᮢᮟᮤᮕᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮠᮘᮑᮣᮕᮼ

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮧᮑᮜᮛᮕᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮞᮤᮕᮢᮺ ᮓᮜᮥᮤᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮙᮜᮦᮕᮢ ᮓᮟᮙᮞᮣᮼ ᮰ᯑᮑᮞ ᯗ ᮥᮠᮗᮢᮑᮔᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᮢᮟᮟᮝᮣ ᮞᮟᮧᯍ᮰

᮰ᯝᮖ ᮓᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕᮼ ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮛᮙᮞᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮢᮟᮟᮝ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮜᮙᮛᮕᯍ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮓᮕᮠᮤᮙᮟᮞᮙᮣᮤ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮕᮔ ᮠᮟᮜᮙᮤᮕᮜᮩᮼ ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮔᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮙᮜᮦᮕᮢ ᮓᮟᮙᮞᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔ ᮗᮜᮕᮑᮝᮕᮔ ᮒᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩᮼ

᮰ᯜᮥᮝᮒᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮢᮕᮕᮼ᮰

᮰ᯝᮘᯍ ᮄᮘᮑᮤ’ᮣ ᮑ ᮔᮟᮥᮒᮜᮕᮻᮒᮕᮔ ᮢᮟᮟᮝ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮠᮢᮙᮦᮑᮤᮕ ᮒᮑᮤᮘᮤᮥᮒᮼ ᯔᮟᮥᮢ ᮣᮙᮜᮦᮕᮢ ᮓᮟᮙᮞᮣᮺ ᮠᮜᮕᮑᮣᮕᮼ᮰

᮰ᯖᮝᮝ…᮰

ᯑᮟᮝᮠᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮑ ᮣᮙᮞᮗᮜᮕ ᮢᮟᮟᮝᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮢᮙᮓᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮡᮥᮑᮔᮢᮥᮠᮜᮕᮔᮼ ᯐᮥᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮖᮙᮞᮕ—ᮤᮧᮟ ᮜᮑᮢᮗᮕ ᮒᮕᮔᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮑ ᮒᮑᮤᮘᮤᮥᮒ ᮝᮕᮑᮞᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮞᮦᮙᮢᮟᮞᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮙᮝᮠᮕᮓᮓᮑᮒᮜᮕᮼ

ᯜᮟᮧ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ…

᮰ᮅᮗᮘᮺ ᮞᮟᮧ ᯗ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮑᮢᮢᮩ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮼ᮰

ᮇᮘᮕᮞ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮢᮕᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮟᮟᮝᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮖᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮙᮜᮦᮕᮢᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮩ ᮜᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮘᮑᮜᮖᮻᮜᮙᮔᮔᮕᮔ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮒᮜᮑᮞᮛᮜᮩ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮕᮙᮜᮙᮞᮗᮼ

᮰ᯏᮘᮯ ᮉᮟᮥ’ᮢᮕ ᮑᮧᮑᮛᮕᯍᮯ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮞᮟᮤᮙᮓᮕᮔᮺ ᮒᮟᮤᮘ ᮓᮟᮞᮓᮕᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮞᮕᮢᮦᮟᮥᮣᮺ ᮡᮥᮙᮓᮛᮜᮩ ᮝᮟᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮜᮟᮣᮕᮢ—ᮒᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮢᮕᮣᮠᮟᮞᮔᮼ ᯜᮟᮤ ᮑ ᮣᮙᮞᮗᮜᮕ ᮢᮕᮑᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ

ᮇᮕᮙᮢᮔᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮟᮠᮕᮞᮼ ᯖᮑᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ… ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮑ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮔᮥᮝᮝᮩᯍ

᮰ᮇᮑᮘᮘᮺ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ’ᮣ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮣᮑᮔᮔᮕᮢ…᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮣᮞᮙᮖᮖᮜᮕᮔᮺ ᮝᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮥᮢᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮢᮑᮒ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮧᮟᮢᮔ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮔ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮔᮢᮑᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮙᮜᮦᮕᮢᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮩ’ᮣ ᮑᮢᮝ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔᮕᮢ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮜᮕᮑᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮕᮝᮠᮟᮢᮑᮢᮩ ᮢᮟᮟᮝᮼ

ᯔᮟᮢᮤᮥᮞᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮢᮕᮣᮙᮣᮤᮺ ᮟᮒᮕᮔᮙᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮖᮟᮜᮜᮟᮧᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮜᮟᮞᮗᮼ

᮰ᯝᮘ ᮝᮩ ᮗᮟᮔ…᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ’ᮣ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤ ᮠᮟᮥᮞᮔᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮜᮔᮜᮩᮼ

ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮓᮟᮜᮔᮺ ᮑᮜᮟᮟᮖ ᮟᮜᮔᮕᮢ ᮣᮙᮣᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮩᮠᮕ—ᮔᮕᮖᮙᮞᮙᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮛᮙᮞᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮥᮞᮤᮟᮥᮓᮘᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮙᮓᮕ ᮡᮥᮕᮕᮞ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮙᮗᮞᮟᮢᮕᮔ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩᮟᮞᮕᮯ

ᮉᮕᮤ ᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣᮺ ᮔᮟᮓᮙᮜᮕᮜᮩ ᮜᮕᮤᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖ ᮒᮕ ᮝᮟᮦᮕᮔᮺ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮣᮑᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮧᮟᮢᮔᮺ ᮖᮟᮜᮜᮟᮧᮙᮞᮗ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮠᮕᮤᮼ

ᯏᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮓᮜᮟᮣᮕ ᮔᮙᮣᮤᮑᮞᮓᮕᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮟᮖᮤᮺ ᮠᮕᮢᮛᮩ ᮓᮘᮕᮣᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮒᮢᮥᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮣᮤ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ’ᮣ ᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮟᮓᮓᮑᮣᮙᮟᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩᮼ

ᮇᮘᮟ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮠᮟᮣᮣᮙᮒᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮣᮙᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗᯍᮯ

ᯗᮤ’ᮣ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤᮻᮖᮜᮥᮤᮤᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗᮯ

ᯗᮖ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮑᮩᮕᮔ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᮺ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮔᮕᮓᮙᮔᮕᮔᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ’ᮔ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮛᮕᮕᮠ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮩ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮖᮟᮢᮕᮦᮕᮢᮯ

᮰ᯒᮟᮞ’ᮤ ᮧᮟᮢᮢᮩᮺ ᮒᮙᮗ ᮣᮙᮣᮯ ᯏᮣ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮑᮣ ᯗ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮖᮟᮟᮔᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ’ᮜᮜ ᮞᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮗᮟ ᮘᮥᮞᮗᮢᮩᮯ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮠᮢᮟᮥᮔᮜᮩ ᮠᮑᮤᮤᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮜᮑᮤ ᮓᮘᮕᮣᮤᮼ ᮰ᯗ ᮒᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮞᮕᮧᮺ ᮒᮙᮗᮗᮕᮢᮺ ᮒᮕᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮢᮟᮟᮝᮼ ᯚᮕᮤ’ᮣ ᮗᮟ ᮢᮕᮣᮤᮼ ᮄᮟᮝᮟᮢᮢᮟᮧᮺ ᮧᮕ’ᮜᮜ ᮤᮑᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮓᮑᮢᮢᮙᮑᮗᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮕᮞᮤᮢᮑᮜ ᮢᮕᮗᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ’ᮜᮜ ᮒᮕ ᮝᮩ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞᮑᮜ ᮝᮑᮙᮔᮼ ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮑᮜᮜᮮ ᯗ’ᮦᮕ ᮗᮟᮤ ᮗᮢᮑᮞᮔ ᮑᮝᮒᮙᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮖᮥᮜᮖᮙᮜᮜᮮ᮰

ᯛᮑᮩᮒᮕ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮢᮕᮣᮠᮟᮞᮔᮺ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮛᮕᮠᮤ ᮓᮘᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮧᮑᮩᮺ ᮤᮢᮕᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮔᮟᮗ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮜᮙᮣᮤᮕᮞᮕᮔᮼ

᮰ᯗ ᮓᮘᮕᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮠᮼ ᮂᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮖᮙᮦᮕ ᮠᮢᮙᮞᮓᮕᮣᮣᮕᮣ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮣᮤᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮕᮔ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮕᮞᮤᮢᮑᮜ ᮢᮕᮗᮙᮟᮞ’ᮣ ᮟᮥᮤᮣᮛᮙᮢᮤᮣᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮓᮜᮟᮣᮕᮣᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮥᮣ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯔᮙᮢᮣᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯔᮟᮥᮢᮤᮘ ᮀᮢᮙᮞᮓᮕᮣᮣᮕᮣ’ ᮤᮕᮢᮢᮙᮤᮟᮢᮙᮕᮣᮼ ᯗ’ᮜᮜ ᮤᮑᮛᮕ ᮔᮟᮧᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯔᮙᮢᮣᮤ ᮀᮢᮙᮞᮓᮕᮣᮣᮺ ᮝᮩ ᮒᮢᮟ—ᮕᮢᮺ ᮝᮩ ᮣᮙᮣ ᮧᮙᮜᮜ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮜᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯔᮟᮥᮢᮤᮘ ᮀᮢᮙᮞᮓᮕᮣᮣᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮧᮕ’ᮜᮜ ᮒᮕ ᮣᮕᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮜᮙᮖᮕᮯ ᯏᮣ ᮝᮩ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞᮑᮜ ᮝᮑᮙᮔᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ’ᮜᮜ ᮜᮙᮦᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮜᮥᮨᮥᮢᮩᮼ ᯖᮕᮘᮕᮮ᮰

ᯑᮟᮦᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮝᮟᮥᮤᮘᮺ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮘᮑᮠᮠᮙᮜᮩ ᮖᮑᮞᮤᮑᮣᮙ᮪ᮕᮔ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮥᮤᮥᮢᮕ ᮒᮕᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮙᮜᮦᮕᮢᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮩᮼ

ᮂᮟᮟᮝ ᯜᮟᮼ ᯁ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮜᮟᮟᮢ ᮒᮕᮜᮟᮧ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮟᮠ ᮜᮕᮦᮕᮜᮼ ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮞᮥᮔᮗᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩ ᮑᮚᮑᮢ ᮔᮟᮟᮢ ᮟᮠᮕᮞ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮟᮟᮤᮺ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮜᮕᮤ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮣᮙᮗᮘᮼ

᮰ᮀᮑᮩᮝᮕᮞᮤ’ᮣ ᮔᮟᮞᮕᮼ ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮢᮟᮟᮝ’ᮣ ᮟᮥᮢᮣ ᮤᮟᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤᮼ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕᮺ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ’ᮢᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮔᮟᮙᮞᮗᯍ᮰

ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮣᮕᮤᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮙᮜᮦᮕᮢᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮔᮟᮧᮞ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮔᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮑᮣᮤ ᮢᮑᮩᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮔᮥᮣᮛ ᮣᮜᮙᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮢᮑᮖᮤᮩ ᮧᮙᮞᮔᮟᮧᮺ ᮣᮓᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮗᮟᮜᮔ ᮔᮥᮣᮤ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮙᮞᮔᮟᮧᮼ

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ’ᮣ ᮗᮑ᮪ᮕ ᮔᮢᮙᮖᮤᮕᮔ ᮔᮟᮧᮞᮧᮑᮢᮔ ᮤᮟᮧᮑᮢᮔ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕᮼ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮤᮘ ᮘᮙᮤᮓᮘᮕᮔᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮧᮢᮑᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮜᮑᮞᮛᮕᮤᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮣ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮙᮖᮥᮜ ᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮣᮑᮙᮞᮤ ᮣᮤᮕᮠᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮑ ᮣᮤᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔᮻᮗᮜᮑᮣᮣ ᮓᮘᮥᮢᮓᮘ ᮧᮙᮞᮔᮟᮧᮼ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮙᮢ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮝᮙᮣᮤᮩ ᮠᮙᮞᮛᮺ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮓᮢᮥᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮓᮘᮕᮢᮢᮩ ᮒᮜᮟᮣᮣᮟᮝᮣ ᮣᮓᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮝᮟᮟᮞᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮺ ᮣᮠᮙᮜᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮜᮟᮟᮣᮕᮜᮩ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮙᮜᮜᮟᮧᮼ

ᯏ ᮖᮕᮧ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮞᮔᮣ ᮓᮜᮥᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮞᮕᮓᮛᮺ ᮢᮕᮦᮕᮑᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮠᮟᮢᮓᮕᮜᮑᮙᮞᮻᮠᮑᮜᮕ ᮣᮛᮙᮞ ᮒᮕᮞᮕᮑᮤᮘᮺ ᮣᮟ ᮔᮕᮜᮙᮓᮑᮤᮕ ᮙᮤ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᮑᮜᮝᮟᮣᮤ ᮤᮢᮑᮞᮣᮜᮥᮓᮕᮞᮤᮼ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮜᮑᮣᮘᮕᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮓᮛ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮜᮟᮞᮗᮺ ᮓᮑᮣᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮥᮤᮤᮕᮢᮖᮜᮩᮻᮧᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮘᮑᮔᮟᮧᮣ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮣᮺ ᮖᮜᮥᮤᮤᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮑᮙᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮕᮑᮓᮘ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮤᮘᮼ

᮰ᯛᮝᮝ…᮰

ᮇᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮛᮙᮤᮤᮕᮞᮻᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮧᮘᮙᮝᮠᮕᮢᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮜᮑᮞᮛᮕᮤᮣ ᮣᮜᮙᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮘᮑᮜᮖᮧᮑᮩ ᮔᮟᮧᮞᮼ

ᯝᮞᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮔᮙᮔ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮙ᮪ᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮧᮕᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮞᮟᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮑ ᮤᮘᮙᮞ ᮗᮑᮥ᮪ᮕ ᮔᮢᮕᮣᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮤᮢᮑᮓᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮔᮕᮜᮙᮓᮑᮤᮕ ᮓᮥᮢᮦᮕᮣᮼ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮣᮛᮙᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮟ ᮠᮑᮜᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮑᮙᮞᮤ ᮒᮜᮥᮕ ᮦᮕᮙᮞᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮦᮙᮣᮙᮒᮜᮕᮺ ᮤᮙᮞᮩ ᮒᮕᮑᮔᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮣᮧᮕᮑᮤ ᮠᮟᮟᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮘᮟᮜᮜᮟᮧ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮟᮜᮜᮑᮢᮒᮟᮞᮕ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮤᮢᮙᮓᮛᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮔᮟᮧᮞ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮘᮑᮔᮟᮧᮕᮔ ᮦᮑᮜᮜᮕᮩ ᮒᮕᮞᮕᮑᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮘᮕᮕᮢ ᮖᮑᮒᮢᮙᮓᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮣᮤ ᮔᮕᮦᮑᮣᮤᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮠᮑᮢᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮣᮼ

ᯔᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮣᮺ ᮤᮙᮞᮗᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮣᮙᮓᮛᮜᮩ ᮢᮟᮣᮕᮻᮠᮙᮞᮛ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮣᮤᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮓᮢᮥᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮠᮕᮤᮑᮜᮣᮺ ᮓᮜᮥᮤᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮧᮕᮑᮛᮜᮩ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮜᮑᮞᮛᮕᮤᮼ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮞᮑᮙᮜᮣ ᮗᮜᮕᮑᮝᮕᮔ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮝᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮻᮟᮖᮻᮠᮕᮑᮢᮜᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮢᮙᮣᮤᮣ ᮣᮟ ᮣᮜᮕᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮥᮢᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮕᮞᮓᮙᮢᮓᮜᮕ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮘᮑᮞᮔ—ᮙᮤ ᮞᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩ ᮝᮑᮔᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮑᮙᮞᮤᮼ

᮰ᮇᮑᮤᮕᮢ…᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ’ᮣ ᮧᮕᮑᮛ ᮝᮥᮢᮝᮥᮢ ᮣᮕᮞᮤ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮒᮟᮜᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮥᮠᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᮼ

᮰ᮆᮻᮆᮙᮯ ᮇᮑᮤᮕᮢᮯ ᯒᮟ ᮧᮕ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮑᮞᮩᯍᮯ᮰

᮰ᯖᮥᮘᯍ ᮇᮑᮤᮕᮢ—ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᮺ ᯗ’ᮜᮜ ᮒᮟᮙᮜ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮯ᮰

ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ’ᮤ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮔᮕᮢᮞ ᮟᮞᮕ—ᮞᮟ ᮢᮥᮞᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮤᮕᮢᮼ ᮄᮘᮕᮩ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮢᮑᮧ ᮙᮤ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮑ ᮧᮕᮜᮜᮼ ᯐᮥᮤ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮑᮣ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮢᮥᮣᮘ ᮟᮥᮤᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮠᮟᮤᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮠᮕᮞ ᮒᮑᮤᮘᮢᮟᮟᮝ ᮔᮟᮟᮢᮼ

᮰ᯖᮝᯍ᮰

ᯗᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕᮺ ᮑ ᮜᮑᮢᮗᮕ ᮧᮟᮟᮔᮕᮞ ᮤᮥᮒ ᮣᮑᮤ ᮒᮕᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮢᮕᮣᮕᮝᮒᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮖᮑᮥᮓᮕᮤᮼ

ᮃᮥᮣᮠᮙᮓᮙᮟᮥᮣᮺ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮤᮧᮙᮣᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮛᮞᮟᮒ—ᮧᮑᮢᮝ ᮧᮑᮤᮕᮢ ᮗᮥᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮟᮥᮤᮼ

᮰ᮇᮟᮧ… ᯔᮑᮞᮓᮩ ᮢᮟᮟᮝᮣ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮠᮜᮥᮝᮒᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᯜᮟ ᮞᮕᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮖᮕᮤᮓᮘ ᮧᮑᮤᮕᮢᮼ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮤᮕᮢ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮧᮑᮢᮝᮼ ᯏ ᮢᮕᮔ ᮗᮕᮝ ᮕᮝᮒᮕᮔᮔᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮑᮥᮓᮕᮤ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮘᮕᮑᮤ ᮣᮟᮥᮢᮓᮕᮼ

᮰ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮣ ᮖᮑᮝᮙᮜᮙᮑᮢ…᮰

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮖᮢᮟᮧᮞᮕᮔᮺ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ’ᮔ ᮣᮕᮕᮞ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮙᮝᮙᮜᮑᮢ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕᮼ

᮰ᯕᮕᮝᮣ… ᮗᮕᮝᮣ…᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮗᮟᮒᮜᮙᮞ ᮓᮑᮦᮕᯍᮯ

ᮃᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮝᮕᮝᮒᮕᮢᮕᮔ—ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮦᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ’ᮔ ᮣᮕᮕᮞ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮔᮩᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮖᮙᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮒᮑᮣᮛᮕᮤᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮝᮥᮜᮤᮙᮓᮟᮜᮟᮢᮕᮔ ᮗᮕᮝᮣᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ’ᮔ ᮑᮣᮣᮥᮝᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮜᮟᮟᮤᮕᮔ ᮔᮙᮑᮝᮟᮞᮔᮣᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮞᮟᮧ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮞᮔᮕᮢᮕᮔ… ᮔᮙᮔ ᮤᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮗᮕᮝᮣ ᮘᮟᮜᮔ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮛᮙᮞᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮕᮞᮕᮢᮗᮩᯍ

᮰ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑᮯ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑᮯ ᯖᮕᮩᮺ ᮔᮥᮝᮒᮑᮣᮣᮯ ᯖᮟᮧ’ᮣ ᮙᮤ ᮗᮟᮙᮞᮗᯍᮯ᮰

᮰ᯏᮘ—ᮟᮘᮯ ᮉᮕᮑᮘᮺ ᮗᮟᮤ ᮧᮑᮤᮕᮢᮯ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮣᮞᮑᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤᮣᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮢᮝ ᮧᮑᮤᮕᮢ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ’ᮤ ᮣᮑᮖᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮢᮙᮞᮛ ᮔᮙᮢᮕᮓᮤᮜᮩ—ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ’ᮤ ᮒᮟᮙᮜᮙᮞᮗ—ᮒᮥᮤ ᮑᮤ ᮜᮕᮑᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮖᮙᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮓᮜᮑᮩ ᮠᮟᮤᮺ ᮠᮜᮑᮓᮕᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮟᮦᮕᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮜᮙᮤ ᮑ ᮖᮙᮢᮕᮼ

᮰ᮃᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮤᮑᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮖᮕᮧ ᮝᮙᮞᮥᮤᮕᮣᮼ ᯖᮟᮧ’ᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮔᮟᮙᮞᮗᯍ ᮇᮟᮛᮕᮞ ᮥᮠ ᮩᮕᮤᯍ᮰

ᯑᮥᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣᮺ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮜᮕᮑᮞᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮼ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮒᮜᮙᮞᮛᮕᮔ ᮧᮟᮢᮢᮙᮕᮔᮜᮩᮼ ᮰ᯙᮙᮞᮔᮑᯍ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮝᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮒᮕ ᮑᮧᮑᮛᮕᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮙᮖ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮙᮣᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ’ᮣ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮑᮓᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮙᮤᮼ᮰

᮰ᮃᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮒᮕᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮝᮩ ᮥᮣᮕᮜᮕᮣᮣ ᮟᮞᮕᮼ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮠᮜᮟᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮟᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮕᮔᮺ ᮣᮧᮙᮞᮗᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮕᮗᮣᮼ ᮰ᯛᮙᮞᮕ’ᮣ ᮑᮧᮑᮛᮕ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮔᮟᮕᮣᮞ’ᮤ ᮤᮑᮜᮛᮼ᮰

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔᮺ ᮖᮟᮜᮜᮟᮧᮙᮞᮗ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ’ᮣ ᮗᮑ᮪ᮕ—ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮗᮑᮣᮠᮕᮔᮼ

᮰ᮇᮘᮟᮑᯍᮯ ᮃᮘᮕ’ᮣ ᮗᮟᮢᮗᮕᮟᮥᮣᮯ ᯚᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮣᮥᮠᮕᮢᮣᮤᮑᮢ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮃᮕᮙᮞᮕᮯ ᮉ’ᮛᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮢᮕᮓᮕᮞᮤ—᮰

᮰ᯔᮙᮢᮣᮤ ᮟᮖᮖᮺ ᯗ’ᮝ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮩᮥᮢᮙᮺ ᮤᮘᮑᮞᮛᮣᮼ ᯏᮞᮔ ᮩᮟᮥᮢᮣ ᮙᮣ ᮠᮢᮕᮤᮤᮩ ᮤᮟᮟᮯ ᯖᮟᮞᮕᮣᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮣ ᮑ ᮒᮙᮤ… ᮣᮜᮟᮧᮼ ᯚᮕᮤ’ᮣ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮛᮕᮕᮠ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮑᮣ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞᮑᮜ ᮝᮑᮙᮔᮣᮼ ᮄᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮑᮩᮺ ᮧᮕ’ᮜᮜ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮜᮟᮓᮑᮜᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮜᮠ ᮥᮣ ᮟᮥᮤᮼ ᯛᮟᮢᮕ ᮠᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕᮺ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢᮺ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᯍ᮰

᮰ᯖᮝᮝ… ᯜᮟᮤ ᮑ ᮒᮑᮔ ᮙᮔᮕᮑᮼ ᯒᮑᮝᮞᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑᮓᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮣᮑᮙᮔ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮝᮑᮢᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮟᮞᮓᮕᮼ᮰

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮖᮥᮜᮜᮩ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᮢᮕᮣᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮞ ᮑᮢᮝ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮘᮕᮑᮔᮒᮟᮑᮢᮔᮺ ᮑ ᮝᮙᮣᮓᮘᮙᮕᮦᮟᮥᮣ ᮗᮢᮙᮞ ᮟᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮥᮤᮕ ᮖᮑᮓᮕᮼ ᮰ᮇᮑᮙᮤ… ᮉᮟᮥ’ᮢᮕ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮑᮢᮕᮞ’ᮤ ᮩᮟᮥᮮᯍ᮰

᮰ᮃᮘᮥᮤ ᮥᮠᮯ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮑᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮤᮟᮢᮤᮕᮔᮺ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮤᮢᮙᮗᮗᮕᮢᮕᮔᮼ ᮰ᯗ’ᮝ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮞᮙᮓᮕᮯ ᯑᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮜᮕᮑᮦᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮜᮕᮕᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮢᮑᮣᮣᮯ ᯏᮞᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ—ᮔᮟᮞ’ᮤ ᮑᮓᮤ ᮙᮞᮞᮟᮓᮕᮞᮤᮯ ᮄᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮝᮙᮢᮛ ᮣᮑᮩᮣ ᮙᮤ ᮑᮜᮜᮯ ᮇᮘᮑᮤᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮧᮑᮞᮞᮑ ᮣᮝᮑᮣᮘᮺ ᮣᮙᮣᯍ᮰

᮰ᮃᮓᮢᮕᮧ ᮩᮟᮥᮯ ᯗ’ᮝ ᮠᮥᮢᮕ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮞᮟᮧ—ᮯ᮰

ᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮒᮙᮓᮛᮕᮢᮕᮔᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮤᮕᮢ ᮒᮟᮙᮜᮕᮔᮼ

ᮃᮤᮕᮑᮝ ᮘᮙᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮜᮑᮩ ᮠᮟᮤᮺ ᮜᮙᮖᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮙᮔ ᮔᮑᮞᮗᮕᮢᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩᮼ

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮘᮑᮣᮤᮙᮜᮩ ᮣᮓᮟᮟᮠᮕᮔ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮑ ᮧᮟᮟᮔᮕᮞ ᮓᮥᮠᮺ ᮣᮧᮙᮢᮜᮕᮔ ᮙᮤᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮠᮟᮥᮢᮕᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮑᮞᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮼ

ᮂᮕᮠᮕᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮢᮟᮓᮕᮣᮣᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮢᮙᮞᮣᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮥᮢ ᮓᮥᮠᮣ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮣᮓᮑᮜᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮤᮕᮢ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮓᮑᮢᮕᮖᮥᮜᮜᮩ ᮖᮙᮜᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮘᮑᮜᮖᮧᮑᮩᮺ ᮑᮜᮤᮕᮢᮞᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮕᮤᮧᮕᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮘᮑᮤᮤᮕᮔᮼ

᮰ᯚᮙᮣᮣᮺ ᮧᮘᮕᮢᮕ’ᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮖᮙᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮠᮟᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᯍ᮰

᮰ᯛᮟᮥᮞᮤᮑᮙᮞᮤᮟᮠᮼ ᯔᮙᮗᮥᮢᮕᮔ ᮢᮑᮢᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮢᮒᮣ ᮗᮢᮟᮧ ᮘᮙᮗᮘᮕᮢ ᮥᮠᮺ ᮣᮟ ᯗ ᮓᮜᮙᮝᮒᮕᮔᮼ ᮄᮘᮕᮞ ᮒᮟᮟᮝ—ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮜᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮑ ᮤᮢᮕᮕᮼ ᮃᮓᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮘᮕᮜᮜ ᮟᮥᮤᮤᮑ ᮝᮕᮼ᮰

᮰ᮀᮖᮖᮤᮺ ᮣᮥᮢᮕᮼ ‘ᯝᮘ ᮞᮟᮺ ᯗ ᮤᮢᮙᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮑ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᮮ’᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮢᮟᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮣᮺ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮑ ᮞᮟᮧᮻᮓᮟᮟᮜᮕᮔ ᮓᮥᮠ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮢᮕᮖᮙᮜᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮤᮼ ᮰ᯗ ᮖᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮝᮙᮞᮕ ᮘᮑᮜᮖᮧᮑᮩ ᮥᮠᮼ ᮄᮘᮙᮞᮛ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ’ᮣ ᮑᮞᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮩ ᮧᮑᮙᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮑᮣᮕᯍ᮰

᮰ᯗ’ᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮑᮢᮝᮕᮢᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ’ᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮥᮗᮑᮢ ᮒᮕᮕᮤᮯ᮰

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮗᮢᮙᮞᮞᮕᮔᮺ ᮤᮘᮥᮝᮒᮣᮻᮥᮠᮺ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮗᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮠᮢᮟᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮙᮞᮛᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮥᮠᮼ ᮰ᯐᮥᮤ ᮧᮘᮑᮤᮕᮦᮕᮢᮼ ᯝᮞᮕ’ᮣ ᮕᮞᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮤᮢᮟᮥᮒᮜᮕᮼ ᯏᮞᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᯍ ᯜᮟ ᮧᮑᮩ ᮧᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮜᮕ ᮙᮤᮼ᮰

ᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮑᮙᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ—

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮠᮙᮞᮛᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ’ᮣ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮖᮜᮥᮤᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮟᮠᮕᮞᮼ

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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