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

Chapter 18

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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ᮁᮨ ᯃᯈᯃᯍᮆᯓᮍᮍᮍ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯌᯔᯂᯇ ᯂᯎᯍᯅᯈᯃᯄᯍᯂᯄ ᯄᯈᯓᯇᯄᯑᮍ ᮨ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯖᯀᯍᯓᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯑᯘᮋ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯏᯑᯄᯏᯀᯑᯄᯃ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯎᯑᯒᯓ ᯎᯔᯓᯂᯎᯌᯄᮍ ᮡᯔᯓ ᯈᯓᮆᯒ ᯀᯒ ᯈᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯇᯄᯀᯕᯄᯍᯒ ᯅᯀᯕᯎᯑᯄᯃ ᯔᯒ—ᯍᯎᮋ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯓᯈᯌᯄᮋ ᯈᯓ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯀ ᯑᯄᯒᯔᯋᯓ ᯖᯄ ᯂᯑᯄᯀᯓᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯎᯔᯑ ᯎᯖᯍ ᯇᯀᯍᯃᯒᮀᮁ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯓᯖᯎ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯇᯀᯑᯃᯋᯘ ᯂᯎᯍᯓᯀᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯄᯗᯂᯈᯓᯄᯌᯄᯍᯓᮋ ᯋᯄᯀᯕᯈᯍᯆ ᮨᯑᯈᯘᯀ ᯀᯍᯃ ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ ᯔᯓᯓᯄᯑᯋᯘ ᯁᯄᯖᯈᯋᯃᯄᯑᯄᯃᮍ

᮳ᯎ ᯓᯇᯄᯌᮋ ᯈᯓ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯍᯎ ᯃᯈᯅᯅᯄᯑᯄᯍᯓ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯂᯑᯀᯏᯒ ᯎᯅ ᯏᯀᯏᯄᯑ ᯎᯑ ᯅᯈᯑᯄᯖᯎᯎᯃ—ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯁᯔᯑᯍᯈᯍᯆᮋ ᯓᯔᯑᯍᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯎ ᯀᯒᯇᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯕᯀᯍᯈᯒᯇᯈᯍᯆᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯍᯎᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯏᯄᯂᯈᯀᯋ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓ ᯈᯓᮋ ᯒᯎ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃᯍᮆᯓ ᯔᯍᯃᯄᯑᯒᯓᯀᯍᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯀᯈᯑᮆᯒ ᯄᯗᯇᯈᯋᯀᯑᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯀᯓ ᯀᯋᯋᮍ

ᮁ᮲ᯈᯒᯝ ᮶ᯇᯘ ᯀᯑᯄ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯒᯎ ᯇᯀᯏᯏᯘᮞ ᮴ᯒᯈᯍᯆ ᯅᯈᯑᯄ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᯒᯓ ᯆᯎᯁᯋᯈᯍᯒ ᯈᯒ ᯈᯍᯃᯄᯄᯃ ᯀ ᯆᯎᯎᯃ ᯈᯃᯄᯀᮋ ᯁᯔᯓ ᮨ ᯂᯀᯍ ᯀᯋᯒᯎ ᯂᯀᯒᯓ ᯅᯈᯑᯄᯁᯀᯋᯋᯒ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯌᯀᯆᯈᯂᮍ ᮶ᯎᯔᯋᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯈᯓ ᯁᯄ ᯄᯀᯒᯈᯄᯑ ᯓᯎ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯏᯈᯋᯄ ᯅᯈᯑᯄᯖᯎᯎᯃ ᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯈᯓᯘ ᯆᯀᯓᯄᯒ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯒᯄᯓ ᯈᯓ ᯀᯁᯋᯀᯙᯄᮞ ᮸ᯎᯔ ᯓᯖᯎ ᯖᯄᯍᯓ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯒᯎ ᯌᯔᯂᯇ ᯄᯅᯅᯎᯑᯓ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯍᯎᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆᮍᮁ

ᮨᯑᯈᯘᯀ ᯀᯋᯒᯎ ᯂᯑᯎᯒᯒᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯀᯑᯌᯒ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯍᯎᯃᯃᯄᯃ ᯅᯀᯈᯍᯓᯋᯘᮍ ᮁ᮶ᯈᯓᯇ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯓᯈᯌᯄᮋ ᯖᯄ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃ’ᯕᯄ ᯑᯄᯈᯍᯅᯎᯑᯂᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯈᯓᯘ ᯃᯄᯅᯄᯍᯒᯄᯒ ᯀᯍᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯋᯀᯘᯄᯑᮍᮁ

ᮁᮭᯎᮋ ᯍᯎᮋ ᯍᯎᮀ ᮨᯓ’ᯒ ᯂᯎᯌᯏᯋᯄᯓᯄᯋᯘ ᯃᯈᯅᯅᯄᯑᯄᯍᯓᮀᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯅᯄᯓᯂᯇᯄᯃ ᯀ ᯂᯋᯎᯓᯇ ᯁᯀᯆ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯂᯀᯑᯄᯅᯔᯋᯋᯘ ᯏᯀᯂᯊᯄᯃ ᯀᯋᯋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯎᯖᯃᯄᯑ ᯈᯍᯒᯈᯃᯄᮋ ᯃᯈᯕᯈᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯓ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯖᯎ ᯁᯔᯍᯃᯋᯄᯒ ᯁᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄ ᯏᯑᯄᯒᯒᯈᯍᯆ ᯃᯎᯖᯍ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯄᯌ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯀᯋᯋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯌᯈᯆᯇᯓᮍ

ᮁ᮳ᯇᯈᯒ ᯈᯒ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯅᯈᯍᯀᯋ ᯒᯓᯄᯏᮍ ᮸ᯎᯔ’ᯋᯋ ᯒᯄᯄ ᯈᯓᯒ ᯄᯅᯅᯄᯂᯓᯒ ᯒᯎᯎᯍᮍ ᮢᯎᯌᯄ ᯎᯍᮋ ᯇᯎᯖ’ᯒ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯑᯎᯆᯑᯄᯒᯒ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯄᯒᯓᯄᯑᯍ ᯆᯀᯓᯄ’ᯒ ᯃᯄᯅᯄᯍᯒᯄᯒᮞ ᮶ᯄᮍᮍᮍ ᯍᯄᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯇᯄᯀᯃ ᯓᯎ ᮭᯎᯑᯓᯇ ᮬᯎᯔᯍᯓᯀᯈᯍ ᯓᯎᯆᯄᯓᯇᯄᯑᮀᮁ

ᮁ᮳ᯇᯄᯘ’ᯕᯄ ᯀᯋᯑᯄᯀᯃᯘ ᯅᯎᯋᯋᯎᯖᯄᯃ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯈᯍᯒᯓᯑᯔᯂᯓᯈᯎᯍᯒ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯋᯄᯓᯓᯄᯑᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄᯘ ᯖᯎᯔᯋᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯃᯀᯑᯄ ᯒᯋᯀᯂᯊ ᯎᯅᯅᮍᮁ

ᮁᮦᯎᯎᯃᮋ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ’ᯒ ᯆᯎᯎᯃᮍ ᮠᯂᯓᯔᯀᯋᯋᯘᮋ ᮨ ᯃᯈᯃ ᯂᯎᯍᯒᯈᯃᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯑᯀᯓᯄᯆᯘ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯖᯈᯍᯆ ᯅᯈᯑᯄᯖᯎᯎᯃ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯇᯀᯕᯈᯍᯆ ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ ᯈᯆᯍᯈᯓᯄ ᯈᯓ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯌᯀᯆᯈᯂᮍ ᮡᯔᯓ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯖᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯑᯄᯐᯔᯈᯑᯄ ᯂᯀᯑᯑᯘᯈᯍᯆ ᯀ ᯋᯎᯓ ᯎᯅ ᯅᯈᯑᯄᯖᯎᯎᯃ ᯔᯏ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯎᯔᯍᯓᯀᯈᯍᮋ ᯌᯀᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯎᯎ ᯌᯔᯂᯇ ᯍᯎᯈᯒᯄ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯃᯑᯀᯈᯍᯈᯍᯆ ᯌᯀᯍᯀᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯄᯅᯅᯄᯂᯓ ᯖᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯁᯄ ᯁᯔᯑᯍᯈᯍᯆ—ᯍᯎ ᯈᯌᯏᯀᯂᯓᮋ ᯍᯎ ᯑᯄᯀᯋ ᯃᯀᯌᯀᯆᯄ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯎᯁᯋᯈᯍᯒᮍᮁ

ᮠᯒ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯒᯏᯎᯊᯄᮋ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯀᯖᯊᯖᯀᯑᯃᯋᯘ ᯒᯂᯑᯀᯓᯂᯇᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯇᯄᯀᯃ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯇᯀᯍᯃᯄᯃ ᯎᯕᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯋᯎᯓᯇ ᯁᯀᯆᮍ ᮁᮨᮍᮍᮍ ᮨ ᯃᯎᯍ’ᯓ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯑᯄᯍᯆᯓᯇᮍ ᮢᯀᯍ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯇᯄᯋᯏ ᯏᯀᯂᯊ ᯓᯇᯄᯌ ᯓᯈᯆᯇᯓᯄᯑᮞ ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯌᯎᯑᯄ ᯂᯎᯌᯏᯀᯂᯓᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯄᯓᯓᯄᯑᮍᮁ

ᮁᮧᯌᯏᯇᮋ ᯋᯄᯓ’ᯒ ᯒᯄᯄ ᯖᯇᯀᯓ ᯘᯎᯔ’ᯕᯄ ᯂᯎᯌᯄ ᯔᯏ ᯖᯈᯓᯇᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯍᮍᮁ

ᮨᯑᯈᯘᯀ ᯍᯀᯑᯑᯎᯖᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯁᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄ ᯑᯀᯈᯒᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯅᯈᯒᯓ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯒᯋᯀᯌᯌᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯓ ᯃᯎᯖᯍ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯀᯆ—ᯎᯍᯂᯄᮋ ᯓᯖᯈᯂᯄᮋ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯁᯑᯔᯓᯀᯋ ᯅᯎᯑᯂᯄᮍ

ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ ᯀᯋᯒᯎ ᯀᯏᯏᯑᯎᯀᯂᯇᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯀ ᯆᯈᯆᯆᯋᯄᮋ ᯑᯎᯋᯋᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯖᯑᯈᯒᯓᯒ ᯀ ᯅᯄᯖ ᯓᯈᯌᯄᯒᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯍ ᯑᯀᯈᯒᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯓᯈᯍᯘ ᯅᯈᯒᯓᯒ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯒᯌᯀᯒᯇᯄᯃ ᯃᯎᯖᯍ ᯇᯀᯑᯃᮀ

ᮁᮮᯎᯅᮍᮍᮍᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯀᯍᯃ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯇᯔᯃᯃᯋᯄᯃ ᯓᯎᯆᯄᯓᯇᯄᯑᮋ ᯒᯇᯑᯈᯍᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯑᯍᯄᯑ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯑᯎᯎᯌ ᯀᯒ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯒᯈᯋᯄᯍᯓᯋᯘ ᯖᯀᯓᯂᯇᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯖᯎᮍ

ᮁ᮵ᯈᯘᯀᮋ ᯓᯄᯋᯋ ᯌᯄᮍᮍᮍ ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ ᯋᯎᯎᯊᯒ ᯒᯎ ᯃᯄᯋᯈᯂᯀᯓᯄᮍ ᮶ᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᯃᯎᯄᯒ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯆᯄᯓ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯊᯈᯍᯃ ᯎᯅ ᯒᯓᯑᯄᯍᯆᯓᯇᮍᮍᮍᮞᮁ

ᮁ᮸ᯎᯔ’ᯑᯄ ᯀᯒᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯌᯄᮞ ᮳ᯇᯄᯍ ᯋᯄᯓ ᯌᯄ ᯀᯒᯊ ᯘᯎᯔ—ᯇᯎᯖ ᯂᯀᯍ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯓᯀᯋᯋᮋ ᯒᯋᯄᯍᯃᯄᯑ ᮨᯑᯈᯘᯀ ᯌᯀᯊᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯀᯆ ᯓᯇᯔᯃ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯓᯇᯀᯓᮞ ᮶ᯀᯈᯓᮋ ᯖᯇᯀᯓ ᯊᯈᯍᯃ ᯎᯅ ᯍᯈᯂᯊᯍᯀᯌᯄ ᯈᯒ ᯓᯇᯀᯓᮀᮞᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯋᯄᯀᯍᯄᯃ ᯅᯎᯑᯖᯀᯑᯃᮋ ᯓᯈᯋᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯋᯈᯓᯓᯋᯄ ᯇᯄᯀᯃ ᯀᯒ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯂᯑᯈᯌᯒᯎᯍ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯖᯈᯃᯄᯍᯄᯃᮋ ᯒᯂᯑᯔᯓᯈᯍᯈᯙᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯔᯒᯓᯘ ᯁᯋᯎᯍᯃᯄᮍ ᮁᮠᯋᯑᯄᯀᯃᯘ ᯂᯀᯋᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯀᯓᮞ ᮨᯍ ᯀᯍᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯃᯀᯘᮋ ᯖᯈᯋᯋ ᯈᯓ ᯁᯄ ‘ᮧᯔᯁᯁᯘ ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ’ᮞᮁ

ᮺᯈᯌᯆᮜᮖᮏᮏᮋᮕᮕᮒᮼᯇᯓᯓᯏᯒᮙᮎᮎᯑᯒᯒᮍᯒᯅᯀᯂᯆᮍᯂᯎᯌᮎᯖᯄᯁᮎᯍᯎᯕᯄᯋᮎᯈᯌᯀᯆᯄᯒᮎ᮴ᯏᯋᯎᯀᯃᮯᯈᯂᮎᮑᮏᮑᮔᮏᮒᮎᮑᮘᮎᯄᯅᮐᯂᮗᮗᮑᮏᮌᯅᮕᮘᯅᮌᮓᮏᮓᯅᮌᮘᯄᮒᯁᮌᮑᯅᯂᯁᯅᮏᯄᯀᮖᮒᮗᯂᮍᯉᯏᯆᮺᮎᯈᯌᯆᮼ

ᮁ᮲ᯇᯔᯓ ᯔᯏᮋ ᯒᯇᯔᯓ ᯔᯏᮀ ᮲ᯇᯄ ᯈᯍᯒᯈᯒᯓᯄᯃ ᯎᯍ ᯂᯀᯋᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯌᯄ ᯀ ᯍᯈᯂᯊᯍᯀᯌᯄᮋ ᯒᯎ ᮨ’ᯌ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯑᯄᯓᯔᯑᯍᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯔᯑᯓᯄᯒᯘᮍ ᮴ᯍᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯘᯎᯔ—ᯃᯄᯒᯏᯈᯓᯄ ᯒᯀᯕᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯏᯄᯑᯒᯎᯍᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯈᯋᯋ ᯆᯈᯕᯄᯒ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯋᯃ ᯒᯇᯎᯔᯋᯃᯄᯑᮍ ᮢᯋᯄᯀᯑᯋᯘᮋ ᮨ’ᯌ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯄᯓᯓᯄᯑ ᯒᯀᯕᯈᯎᯑᯝᮁ

ᮁᮯᯅᯅᯓᮋ ᯖᯇᯀᯓ ᯃᯎ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯊᯍᯎᯖᮞ ᮳ᯇᯀᯓ’ᯒ ᯂᯀᯋᯋᯄᯃ ᯁᯄᯈᯍᯆ ᯆᯄᯍᯔᯈᯍᯄᮍ ᮠᯍᯃ ᯃᯎᯍ’ᯓ ᯓᯇᯈᯍᯊ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯁᯄᯂᯀᯔᯒᯄ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ‘ᯃᯄᯀᯑ’ ᯈᯒ ᯒᯎ ᯂᯋᯎᯒᯄ ᯓᯎ ᯘᯎᯔᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯖᯎᯍ’ᯓ ᯓᯈᯄ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯔᯏ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯖᯇᯈᯏ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯁᯄᯇᯈᯍᯃ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯁᯀᯂᯊᮍᮁ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯓᯖᯎ ᯌᯔᯓᯓᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯐᯔᯈᯄᯓᯋᯘ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯀ ᯖᯇᯈᯋᯄ ᯁᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄ ᯍᯎᯓᯈᯂᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯋᯎᯓᯇ ᯁᯀᯆ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯁᯄᯄᯍ ᯏᯀᯂᯊᯄᯃ ᯓᯈᯆᯇᯓᯋᯘᮍ

ᮁᮯᯄᯑᯅᯄᯂᯓᮀᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯏᯈᯂᯊᯄᯃ ᯈᯓ ᯔᯏ ᯓᯎ ᯈᯍᯒᯏᯄᯂᯓᮋ ᯍᯎᯃᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯍ ᯒᯀᯓᯈᯒᯅᯀᯂᯓᯈᯎᯍᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯁᯀᯆ ᯒᯓᯈᯋᯋ ᯅᯄᯋᯓ ᯖᯀᯑᯌ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯎᯔᯂᯇᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯖᯇᯄᯍ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯑᯀᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯅᯈᯍᯆᯄᯑᯒ ᯎᯕᯄᯑ ᯈᯓᮋ ᯈᯓ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯇᯀᯑᯃ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯆᯑᯀᯍᯔᯋᯀᯑᮍ

᮲ᯇᯄ ᯏᯋᯀᯂᯄᯃ ᯎᯍᯄ ᯈᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯀᯓᯂᯇᯄᯋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯇᯄᯋᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑᮋ ᯐᯔᯈᯂᯊᯋᯘ ᯓᯔᯑᯍᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯑᯎᯔᯍᯃᮍ ᮁ᮫ᯄᯓ’ᯒ ᯆᯎᮀ ᮶ᯄ’ᯑᯄ ᯇᯄᯀᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯎ ᮭᯎᯑᯓᯇ ᮬᯎᯔᯍᯓᯀᯈᯍ ᯓᯎᯆᯄᯓᯇᯄᯑᮀᮁ

ᮁ᮶ᯇᯀᯓ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯄᯒᯓᯄᯑᯍ ᯆᯀᯓᯄᮞᮁ

ᮨᯑᯈᯘᯀ’ᯒ ᯆᯀᯙᯄ ᯏᯈᯄᯑᯂᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯎᯎᯃᯄᯍ ᯖᯈᯍᯃᯎᯖᮋ ᯋᯎᯎᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯈᯒᯓᯀᯍᯂᯄᮍ ᮁ᮸ᯎᯔ ᯓᯇᯑᯄᯄ ᯆᯎ ᯓᯎ ᮭᯎᯑᯓᯇ ᮬᯎᯔᯍᯓᯀᯈᯍᮍ ᮨ’ᯋᯋ ᯓᯀᯊᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯈᯋᯈᯓᯈᯀ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯄᯒᯓᯄᯑᯍ ᯆᯀᯓᯄ ᯀᯋᯎᯍᯄᮍᮁ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯌᯎᯌᯄᯍᯓ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯒᯀᯈᯃ ᯓᯇᯈᯒᮋ ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ ᯀᯍᯃ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯁᯎᯓᯇ ᯍᯎᯃᯃᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯀᯆᯑᯄᯄᯌᯄᯍᯓᮍ

ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ ᯊᯍᯄᯖ ᮨᯑᯈᯘᯀ’ᯒ ᯒᯓᯑᯄᯍᯆᯓᯇ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯋᯄᯀᯃᯄᯑᯒᯇᯈᯏᮍ ᮨᯅ ᯈᯓ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯃᯄᯅᯄᯍᯒᯄᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯇᯎᯋᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯄᯒᯓᯄᯑᯍ ᯆᯀᯓᯄ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯀᯍ ᯄᯍᯓᯈᯑᯄ ᯃᯀᯘ ᯖᯈᯓᯇᯎᯔᯓ ᯈᯒᯒᯔᯄᮍ

ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄᮋ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯇᯀᯍᯃᮋ ᯓᯑᯔᯒᯓᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯎᯖᯄᯑ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯔᯍᯏᯎᯖᯃᯄᯑᮍ ᮶ᯈᯓᯇ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯋᯈᯓᯓᯋᯄ ᯁᯀᯆᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯈᯋᯕᯄᯑᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯖᯎᯌᯀᯍ ᯖᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯌᯎᯑᯄ ᯓᯇᯀᯍ ᯄᯍᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯓᯎ ᯅᯄᯍᯃ ᯎᯅᯅ ᯓᯇᯎᯒᯄ ᯓᯑᯀᯒᯇ ᯆᯎᯁᯋᯈᯍᯒᮍ

ᮩᯔᯒᯓ ᯀᯒ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯇᯑᯄᯄ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯒᯄᯓᯓᯋᯄᯃ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯋᯀᯍᮋ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯒᯇᯔᯃᯃᯄᯑᯄᯃᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯂᯑᯈᯌᯒᯎᯍ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯅᯋᯀᯒᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯑᯄᯒᯎᯋᯕᯄᮍ ᮁᮭᯎᮀᮁ

ᮁᮍᮍᮍ᮶ᯇᯀᯓᮞᮁ

ᮨᯑᯈᯘᯀ ᯅᯑᯎᯖᯍᯄᯃᮍ ᮨᯍ ᯀᯋᯋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯋᯈᯅᯄᮋ ᯍᯎ ᯎᯍᯄ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯄᯕᯄᯑ ᯃᯀᯑᯄᯃ ᯑᯀᯈᯒᯄ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯕᯎᯈᯂᯄ ᯀᯓ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯓᯇᯈᯒᮍ

ᮁᮠᯋᯋ ᯅᯎᯔᯑ ᯎᯅ ᯔᯒ ᯌᯔᯒᯓ ᯆᯎ ᯓᯎᯆᯄᯓᯇᯄᯑᮀ ᮭᯎᯓ ᯀ ᯒᯈᯍᯆᯋᯄ ᯎᯍᯄ ᯂᯀᯍ ᯁᯄ ᯌᯈᯒᯒᯈᯍᯆᮀᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯀᯋᯑᯄᯀᯃᯘ ᯑᯔᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯀᯋᯂᯔᯋᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍᯒ ᯈᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯌᯈᯍᯃᮋ ᯃᯄᯕᯈᯒᯈᯍᯆ ᯀ ᯅᯎᯎᯋᯏᯑᯎᯎᯅ ᯒᯓᯑᯀᯓᯄᯆᯘᮍ

ᮁ᮶ᯄ’ᯋᯋ ᯄᯋᯈᯌᯈᯍᯀᯓᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯎᯁᯋᯈᯍᯒ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯍᯎᯑᯓᯇ ᯀᯒ ᯐᯔᯈᯂᯊᯋᯘ ᯀᯒ ᯏᯎᯒᯒᯈᯁᯋᯄᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯍ ᯑᯄᯓᯔᯑᯍ ᯁᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯄᯒᯓᯄᯑᯍ ᯆᯀᯓᯄ ᯅᯀᯋᯋᯒᮍᮁ

᮲ᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯑᯀᯈᯆᯇᯓᯄᯍᯄᯃ ᯔᯏᮋ ᯎᯍᯋᯘ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯓᯀᯆᯆᯄᯑᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯁᯎᯃᯘ ᯒᯖᯀᯘᯈᯍᯆ ᯕᯈᯎᯋᯄᯍᯓᯋᯘᮍ

ᮠᯅᯓᯄᯑ ᯒᯓᯄᯀᯃᯘᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑᯒᯄᯋᯅᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯏᯑᯄᯒᯒᯄᯃ ᯀ ᯇᯀᯍᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯅᯎᯑᯄᯇᯄᯀᯃ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯑᯀᯈᯒᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯋᯎᯓᯇ ᯁᯀᯆᮍ

ᮁ᮳ᯇᯈᯒ ᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯂᯀᯍ ᯄᯅᯅᯄᯂᯓᯈᯕᯄᯋᯘ ᯇᯀᯑᯌ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯈᯍᯓᯈᯌᯈᯃᯀᯓᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯎᯁᯋᯈᯍᯒᮍ ᮢᯎᯌᯁᯈᯍᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯇᯑᯄᯄ ᯋᯀᯘᯄᯑᯒ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯄᯌᯏᯎᯑᯀᯑᯘ ᯃᯄᯅᯄᯍᯒᯄᯒᮋ ᮨ ᯄᯒᯓᯈᯌᯀᯓᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯄᯒᯓᯄᯑᯍ ᯆᯀᯓᯄ ᯂᯀᯍ ᯇᯎᯋᯃ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯇᯀᯋᯅ ᯀᯍ ᯇᯎᯔᯑ—ᯍᯎᮋ ᯈᯓ ᯀᯁᯒᯎᯋᯔᯓᯄᯋᯘ ᯖᯈᯋᯋ ᯇᯎᯋᯃᮍᮁ

ᮁ᮸ᯎᯔ’ᯑᯄ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯂᯎᯍᯅᯈᯃᯄᯍᯓᮞᮁ

ᮨᯑᯈᯘᯀ ᯖᯀᯋᯊᯄᯃ ᯎᯕᯄᯑ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯒᯈᯋᯄᯍᯓᯋᯘ ᯏᯑᯄᯒᯒᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯇᯎᯔᯋᯃᯄᯑ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᯒᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯋᯎᯋᯈᮋ ᯖᯇᯎ ᯋᯎᯎᯊᯄᯃ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯌᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯂᯎᯋᯋᯀᯏᯒᯄ ᯀᯓ ᯀᯍᯘ ᯌᯎᯌᯄᯍᯓᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯋᯀᯓᯓᯄᯑ ᯍᯎᯃᯃᯄᯃ ᯅᯈᯑᯌᯋᯘᮍ ᮁᮨ’ᯌ ᯂᯎᯍᯅᯈᯃᯄᯍᯓᮍ ᮨ’ᯕᯄ ᯀᯂᯂᯎᯔᯍᯓᯄᯃ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯄᯕᯄᯑᯘᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆᮍᮁ

ᮁᮥᯈᯍᯄᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄᯍ ᯋᯄᯓ’ᯒ ᯆᯎᮍᮁ

᮶ᯈᯓᯇᯎᯔᯓ ᯇᯄᯒᯈᯓᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍᮋ ᮨᯑᯈᯘᯀ ᯂᯑᯎᯔᯂᯇᯄᯃ ᯃᯎᯖᯍᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯋᯎᯋᯈ ᯓᯈᯋᯓᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯇᯄᯀᯃᮍ ᮁᮞᮁ

ᮁᮦᯄᯓ ᯎᯍᮍ ᮨ’ᯋᯋ ᯂᯀᯑᯑᯘ ᯘᯎᯔᮍᮁ

ᮁ᮳ᮌ᮳ᯇᯀᯓ’ᯒᮍᮍᮍ ᯒᯎ ᯄᯌᯁᯀᯑᯑᯀᯒᯒᯈᯍᯆᮍᮍᮍᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ’ᯒ ᯅᯀᯂᯄ ᯈᯍᯒᯓᯀᯍᯓᯋᯘ ᯅᯋᯔᯒᯇᯄᯃ ᯑᯄᯃᮍ ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀᮋ ᯌᯄᯀᯍᯖᯇᯈᯋᯄᮋ ᯆᯈᯆᯆᯋᯄᯃ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯒᯖᯀᯘᯄᯃ ᯏᯋᯀᯘᯅᯔᯋᯋᯘᮍ ᮁᮦᯎ ᯎᯍᮋ ᯆᯎ ᯎᯍᯝ ᮮᯑ ᯃᯎ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯓᯇᯈᯍᯊ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯂᯀᯍ ᯊᯄᯄᯏ ᯔᯏ ᯈᯍ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯒᯓᯀᯓᯄᮋ ᯋᯈᯓᯓᯋᯄ ᯎᯍᯄᯝᮞᮁ

ᮁᮬᯌᮍᮍᮍᮁ

ᮁᮨᯍ ᯀ ᯖᯀᯘᮋ ᮸ᯀᯘᯀ’ᯒ ᯀᯂᯇᯈᯄᯕᯄᯃ ᯒᯎᯌᯄᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯔᯍᯏᯑᯄᯂᯄᯃᯄᯍᯓᯄᯃᯝ ᮮᯇᮋ ᯑᯈᯆᯇᯓᮍᮁ ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ ᯓᯔᯑᯍᯄᯃ ᯒᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᯋᯘᮋ ᯒᯌᯈᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯁᯑᯈᯆᯇᯓᯋᯘ ᯀᯓ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄᮍ ᮁᮣᯎ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯖᯀᯍᯓ ᯀ ᯏᯈᯆᯆᯘᯁᯀᯂᯊ ᯓᯎᯎᮞᮁ

ᮁᮭᮌᮭᯎᮋ ᮨ’ᯌ ᯅᯈᯍᯄᮀᮁ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯁᯔᯒᯓᯘ ᯁᯋᯎᯍᯃᯄ ᯈᯌᯌᯄᯃᯈᯀᯓᯄᯋᯘ ᯒᯓᯎᯎᯃ ᯀᯓ ᯀᯓᯓᯄᯍᯓᯈᯎᯍᮍ ᮁ᮳ᯇᯈᯒ ᯋᯀᯃᯘ ᯇᯀᯒ ᯄᯗᯂᯄᯋᯋᯄᯍᯓ ᯒᯓᯀᯌᯈᯍᯀ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯂᯀᯍ ᯑᯔᯍ ᯕᯄᯑᯘ ᯅᯀᯒᯓᮀᮁ

ᮁᮠᯖᯖᯝ ᮶ᯇᯀᯓ ᯀ ᯒᯇᯀᯌᯄᮍ ᮨ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯖᯎᯍᯃᯄᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯎᯖ ᯈᯓ’ᯃ ᯅᯄᯄᯋ ᯓᯎ ᯂᯀᯑᯑᯘ ᮲ᯈᯒ ᯎᯍ ᯌᯘ ᯁᯀᯂᯊᮍ ᮧᯄᯇᯄᯇᯄᯝᮁ

ᮁᮍᮍᮍᮁ

᮲ᯇᯄ ᯑᯄᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯈᯒ ᯔᯏ ᯓᯎ ᯍᯎ ᯆᯎᯎᯃᮍ

ᮠᯍᯃ ᯒᯎᮋ ᮨᯑᯈᯘᯀ ᯂᯀᯑᯑᯈᯄᯃ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯎᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯁᯀᯂᯊᮋ ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ ᯇᯄᯋᯃ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ’ᯒ ᯇᯀᯍᯃᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯔᯍᯃᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯈᯍᯊᮌᯁᯋᯀᯂᯊ ᯍᯈᯆᯇᯓᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯅᯎᯔᯑ ᯒᯋᯈᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯒᯈᯋᯄᯍᯓᯋᯘ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯄᯍᯒᯄ ᯅᯎᯑᯄᯒᯓᮍ

᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ’ᯒ ᯀᯑᯌᯒ ᯇᯔᯍᯆ ᯋᯈᯌᯏᯋᯘ ᯎᯕᯄᯑ ᮨᯑᯈᯘᯀ’ᯒ ᯒᯇᯎᯔᯋᯃᯄᯑᯒᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯁᯑᯄᯀᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯅᯀᯈᯍᯓ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯋᯀᯂᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯀ ᯋᯎᯍᯆᮌᯒᯔᯏᯏᯑᯄᯒᯒᯄᯃ ᯔᯑᯆᯄᯍᯂᯘᮍ

ᮧᯄᯑ ᯂᯑᯈᯌᯒᯎᯍ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯆᯋᯄᯀᯌᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯀ ᯂᯎᯋᯃ ᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᮋ ᯀᯒ ᯈᯅ ᯁᯔᯑᯍᯈᯍᯆ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯀᯍ ᯔᯍᯐᯔᯄᯍᯂᯇᯀᯁᯋᯄ ᯅᯑᯎᯒᯓᯅᯈᯑᯄᮍ

ᮁᮩᯔᯒᯓ ᯀᯇᯄᯀᯃᮍᮁ

ᮮᯍᯋᯘ ᯅᯀᯈᯍᯓ ᯌᯎᯎᯍᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯅᯈᯋᯓᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯑᯄᯄᯒᮋ ᯂᯀᯒᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯇᯈᯅᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯇᯀᯃᯎᯖᯒ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯒᯄᯄᯌᯄᯃ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯂᯎᯔᯍᯓᯋᯄᯒᯒ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯏᯄᯄᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯀᯑᯊᯍᯄᯒᯒᮍ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯖᯇᯈᯒᯏᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯀ ᯖᯀᯑᯍᯈᯍᯆᮍ

ᮁᮡᯄ ᯂᯀᯑᯄᯅᯔᯋᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᯌᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯁᯄ ᯆᯎᯁᯋᯈᯍᯒ ᯇᯈᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯔᯒᯇᯄᯒᮍᮁ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯌᯎᯎᯍ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯎᯁᯒᯂᯔᯑᯄᯃ ᯁᯘ ᯓᯇᯈᯂᯊ ᯂᯋᯎᯔᯃᯒᮋ ᯋᯄᯀᯕᯈᯍᯆ ᯎᯍᯋᯘ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯂᯂᯀᯒᯈᯎᯍᯀᯋ ᯆᯔᯒᯓ ᯎᯅ ᯖᯈᯍᯃ ᯑᯔᯒᯓᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯑᯄᯄᯓᯎᯏᯒᮋ ᯂᯀᯑᯑᯘᯈᯍᯆ ᯀ ᯂᯇᯈᯋᯋᮍ ᮨᯍ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯎᯏᯏᯑᯄᯒᯒᯈᯕᯄ ᯀᯓᯌᯎᯒᯏᯇᯄᯑᯄᮋ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᯒᯓ ᯌᯄᯑᯄ ᯆᯎᯁᯋᯈᯍᯒᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯑᯎᯔᯏ ᯅᯄᯋᯓ ᯀᯍ ᯈᯍᯃᯄᯒᯂᯑᯈᯁᯀᯁᯋᯄ ᯓᯄᯍᯒᯈᯎᯍᮍ

ᮁᮠᯑᯄ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯒᯂᯀᯑᯄᯃᮞᮁ

ᮨᯑᯈᯘᯀ’ᯒ ᯒᯓᯄᯏᯒ ᯆᯑᯄᯖ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᯄᯑᮍ ᮲ᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯅᯄᯄᯋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯌᯀᯋᯋ ᯅᯈᯆᯔᯑᯄ ᯎᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯁᯀᯂᯊ ᯓᯑᯄᯌᯁᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᯋᯘᮍ

᮫ᯈᯊᯄ ᯀ ᯓᯈᯍᯘᮋ ᯅᯑᯀᯆᯈᯋᯄ ᯂᯑᯄᯀᯓᯔᯑᯄᮍ

᮲ᯎᯌᯄᯇᯎᯖᮋ ᯃᯄᯒᯏᯈᯓᯄ ᯊᯍᯎᯖᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯍᯄ ᯎᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯁᯀᯂᯊ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯎᯍᯂᯄ ᯃᯄᯅᯈᯋᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯒᯔᯌᯌᯎᯍ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯀ ᯓᯑᯀᯂᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯀᯍᯆᯄᯑᮍ ᮨᯍᯒᯓᯄᯀᯃᮋ ᯀᯍ ᯈᯍᯃᯄᯒᯂᯑᯈᯁᯀᯁᯋᯘ ᯒᯓᯑᯀᯍᯆᯄ ᯄᯌᯎᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯖᯄᯋᯋᯄᯃ ᯔᯏ ᯃᯄᯄᯏ ᯈᯍᯒᯈᯃᯄᮍ

᮶ᯀᯒ ᯈᯓ ᯁᯄᯂᯀᯔᯒᯄ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯖᯎᯔᯍᯃᯒ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯁᯄᯄᯍ ᯇᯄᯀᯋᯄᯃᮞ ᮮᯑ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑ’ᯒ ᯍᯄᯀᯑᮌᯒᯀᯂᯑᯈᯅᯈᯂᯈᯀᯋ ᯃᯄᯕᯎᯓᯈᯎᯍᮞ ᮮᯑ ᯇᯄᯀᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯑᯄᯒᯎᯋᯔᯓᯄ ᯃᯄᯂᯈᯒᯈᯎᯍᯒ ᯍᯎᯖᮞ ᮮᯑ ᯏᯄᯑᯇᯀᯏᯒᮍᮍᮍ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯈᯍᯄᯗᯏᯋᯈᯂᯀᯁᯋᯄ ᯒᯄᯍᯒᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯋᯎᯒᯒᮞ

᮲ᯇᯄ’ᯃ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯀ ᯃᯑᯄᯀᯌ ᯖᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯊᯈᯋᯋᯄᯃ ᯁᯘ ᯆᯎᯁᯋᯈᯍᯒᮍ ᮨᯍ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯃᯑᯄᯀᯌᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯃᯄᯒᯏᯄᯑᯀᯓᯄᯋᯘ ᯖᯀᯍᯓᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯄᯄ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯋᯈᯓᯓᯋᯄ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄ ᯅᯋᯔᯅᯅᯁᯀᯋᯋ ᯎᯍᯄ ᯋᯀᯒᯓ ᯓᯈᯌᯄᮍ

ᮨᯑᯈᯘᯀ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯔᯍᯃᯄᯑᯒᯓᯀᯍᯃ ᯖᯇᯄᯍ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯒᯓᯀᯑᯓᯄᯃ ᯒᯄᯄᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᮍ

ᮦᯄᯍᯓᯋᯄᮋ ᯊᯈᯍᯃᮋ ᯋᯈᯕᯄᯋᯘᮋ ᯓᯄᯍᯀᯂᯈᯎᯔᯒᮋ ᯑᯄᯒᯎᯋᯔᯓᯄ—ᯓᯑᯀᯈᯓᯒ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯒᯇᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯁᯄᯄᯍ ᯈᯍᯂᯎᯌᯏᯀᯓᯈᯁᯋᯄᮋ ᯘᯄᯓ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯀᯋᯋ ᯂᯎᯍᯕᯄᯑᯆᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯎᯍᯄ ᯏᯄᯑᯒᯎᯍᮍ

᮶ᯄᯈᯑᯃᮍ

᮱ᯄᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯖᯄᯈᯑᯃᮍ

᮱ᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯍᯎᯖᮋ ᮨ ᯒᯇᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯁᯄ ᯀᯒᯋᯄᯄᯏᮋ ᯑᯄᯒᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯔᯍᯓᯈᯋ ᯌᯘ ᯆᯔᯀᯑᯃᯒ ᯀᯑᯑᯈᯕᯄ ᯓᯎᯌᯎᯑᯑᯎᯖ ᯓᯎ ᯄᯗᯄᯂᯔᯓᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯖᯎ ᯎᯅᯅᯄᯍᯃᯄᯑᯒ ᯁᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄ ᯋᯄᯀᯕᯈᯍᯆᮍ

ᮨᯅ ᯀᯋᯋ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯆᯎᯍᯄ ᯒᯌᯎᯎᯓᯇᯋᯘᮋ ᯎᯔᯑ ᯏᯀᯓᯇᯒ ᯖᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯍᯄᯕᯄᯑ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯂᯑᯎᯒᯒᯄᯃ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᮍ

ᮡᯔᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯎᯑᯋᯃ ᯍᯄᯕᯄᯑ ᯆᯎᯄᯒ ᯒᯌᯎᯎᯓᯇᯋᯘᮍ

ᮭᯎᯖᮋ ᮨ’ᯌ ᯑᯔᯍᯍᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯀ ᯃᯀᯑᯊ ᯅᯎᯑᯄᯒᯓ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯎᯍ ᯌᯘ ᯁᯀᯂᯊᮞ

ᮧᯀᯇᮋ ᮨ ᯌᯔᯒᯓ ᯁᯄ ᯈᯍᯒᯀᯍᯄᮋ ᯁᯄᯋᯈᯄᯕᯈᯍᯆ ᯀ ᯂᯇᯈᯋᯃ’ᯒ ᯖᯎᯑᯃᯒᮍ

ᮩᯔᯒᯓ ᯀᯒ ᮨᯑᯈᯘᯀ ᯅᯑᯎᯖᯍᯄᯃ ᯀᯓ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯎᯖᯍ ᯓᯇᯎᯔᯆᯇᯓᯒᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯋᯈᯓᯓᯋᯄ ᯅᯋᯔᯅᯅᯁᯀᯋᯋ’ᯒ ᯕᯎᯈᯂᯄ ᯑᯄᯀᯂᯇᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯄᯀᯑᯒᮍᮍᮍ

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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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