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

Chapter 2

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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　　᮰ᮄᮧᮟ ᮓᮟᮠᮠᮕᮢᮣᮯ ᮄᮧᮟ ᮓᮟᮠᮠᮕᮢᮣᮯ ᮃᮠᮙᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮕᮕᮜ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮚᮟᮩᮯ᮰

　　ᮄᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮙᮣᮤ ᮙᮞ ᯐᮜᮥᮕ ᮃᮤᮟᮞᮕ ᯚᮑᮞᮕ ᮘᮑᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮩᮕᮤ ᮜᮙᮖᮤᮕᮔ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮘᮟᮙᮣᮤᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮙᮝᮠᮜᮕ ᮛᮞᮙᮤᮤᮕᮔ ᮣᮑᮤᮓᮘᮕᮜ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮒᮕᮗᮑᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮑᮜᮕᮣ ᮠᮙᮤᮓᮘᮼ

　　᮰ᯏ ᮢᮑᮢᮕ ᮔᮕᮜᮙᮓᮑᮓᮩᮺ ᮣᮘᮑᮢᮠᮕᮞᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮙᮞᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮑᮛᮕᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮟᮥᮜ—ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮓᮟᮠᮠᮕᮢᮣ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮘᮑᮜᮖ ᮑ ᮔᮑᮩ ᮟᮖ ᮒᮜᮙᮣᮣᮯ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮖᮜᮑᮦᮟᮢ ᮜᮑᮣᮤᮣᮺ ᮑᮒᮣᮥᮢᮔᮜᮩ ᮜᮟᮞᮗᮺ ᮝᮑᮗᮙᮓ ᮔᮑᮞᮓᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮞ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮤᮟᮞᮗᮥᮕᮺ ᮙᮝᮠᮟᮣᮣᮙᮒᮜᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮤᮟᮠᮯ᮰

　　ᯏ ᮗᮕᮞᮤᮜᮕ ᮒᮢᮕᮕ᮪ᮕ ᮓᮑᮢᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮓᮕᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮗᮢᮑᮣᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮙᮜᮔᮖᮜᮟᮧᮕᮢᮣ ᮑᮣ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑᮺ ᮓᮜᮑᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮠᮜᮑᮙᮞ ᮜᮙᮞᮕᮞ ᮔᮢᮕᮣᮣᮺ ᮝᮑᮔᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮑᮩ ᮔᮟᮧᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮑᮤᮘᮼ

　　᮰ᯚᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᮺ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮵ᮤᮧᮟᮻᮓᮟᮠᮠᮕᮢ᮵ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮩᮟᮥ᮵ᮢᮕ ᮣᮕᮜᮜᮙᮞᮗᯍ ᮃᮟᮥᮞᮔᮣ ᮑᮧᮖᮥᮜᮜᮩ ᮝᮩᮣᮤᮕᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣᮼ᮰

　　ᯏ ᮝᮑᮤᮥᮢᮕᮻᮜᮟᮟᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮟᮝᮑᮞ ᮑᮠᮠᮢᮟᮑᮓᮘᮕᮔᮺ ᮑ ᮒᮑᮣᮛᮕᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮖᮢᮕᮣᮘᮜᮩ ᮠᮙᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮦᮕᮗᮕᮤᮑᮒᮜᮕᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮒᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮓᮥᮢᮙᮟᮣᮙᮤᮩᮼ

　　᮰ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮞᮕᮧ ᮙᮞᮦᮕᮞᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮓᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮤᮟᮔᮑᮩᯍ᮰

　　᮰ᯝᮘᮺ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮟᮞᮕ’ᮣ ᮣᮠᮕᮓᮙᮑᮜᮺ᮰ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮜᮕᮑᮞᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮢᮥᮒᮩᮻᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮗᮜᮙᮞᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮙᮣᮓᮘᮙᮕᮦᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩᮼ ᮰ᮃᮙᮣ ᯏᮝᮩᮺ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮙᮣ ᮓᮑᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮢᮥᮒᮒᮕᮢ—ᮞᮟᮺ ᮧᮑᮙᮤᮺ ᮓᮘᮕᮧᮙᮞᮗ ᮗᮥᮝᮯ ᯗᮤ’ᮣ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮒᮕᮕᮖ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮓᮑᮞ ᮓᮘᮕᮧ ᮖᮟᮢᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮞᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮧᮕᮑᮢ ᮟᮥᮤᮼ ᯑᮟᮟᮜᮺ ᮢᮕᮖᮢᮕᮣᮘᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮧᮕᮕᮤᮼ ᮇᮑᮞᮞᮑ ᮤᮢᮩᯍ᮰

　　᮰ᯝᮘᯍ᮰

　　ᯏᮝᮩ’ᮣ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮢᮕᮣᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮠᮙᮡᮥᮕᮔᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮠᮑᮤᮤᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮟᮓᮛᮕᮤᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮟᮖᮖᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮑᮞ ᮑᮠᮟᮜᮟᮗᮕᮤᮙᮓ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮕᮼ ᮰ᯗ ᮣᮠᮕᮞᮤ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮝᮩ ᮝᮟᮞᮕᮩ ᮟᮞ ᮗᮢᮟᮓᮕᮢᮙᮕᮣᮼ ᯖᮟᮧ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮢᮑᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮦᮕᮗᮗᮙᮕᮣ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮙᮤ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮕᮑᮔᯍ᮰

　　᮰ᯒᮕᮑᮜᮯ᮰

　　ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮕᮑᮗᮕᮢᮜᮩ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮕᮔ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮗᮢᮕᮕᮞ ᮜᮥᮝᮠᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮕᮨᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮠᮟᮤᮑᮤᮟᮕᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮑ ᮖᮕᮧ ᮓᮑᮒᮒᮑᮗᮕ ᮜᮕᮑᮦᮕᮣᮼ

　　᮰ᯑᮘᮕᮧ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮟᮞ ᮕᮑᮓᮘ ᮣᮙᮔᮕᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮔᮟᮞ’ᮤ ᮣᮧᮑᮜᮜᮟᮧᮯ ᮃᮠᮙᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮜᮑᮦᮟᮢ’ᮣ ᮗᮟᮞᮕᮼ᮰

　　᮰ᯛᮝᮝᮺ᮰ ᯏᮝᮩ’ᮣ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮣᮠᮑᮢᮛᮜᮕᮔ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮘᮕᮧᮕᮔᮼ ᮰ᯗᮤ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮙᮣ ᮔᮕᮜᮙᮓᮙᮟᮥᮣ… ᮣᮟ ᮝᮙᮞᮤᮩ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮟᮟᮜᮼ᮰

　　᮰ᯖᮕᮘᮕᮺ ᯗ’ᮜᮜ ᮗᮟ ᮣᮕᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮣᮤ ᮕᮜᮣᮕᮧᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮕᮞᮼ᮰

　　ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮒᮙᮔᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᯏᮝᮩ ᮖᮑᮢᮕᮧᮕᮜᮜᮺ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮘᮕᮑᮔᮕᮔ ᮤᮟᮧᮑᮢᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮥᮣᮤᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮑᮢᮛᮕᮤ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮟᮧᮞ ᮓᮕᮞᮤᮕᮢᮼ

　　ᮆᮕᮞᮔᮟᮢᮣ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮣᮕᮤ ᮥᮠ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮣᮤᮑᮜᮜᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮓᮢᮙᮕᮣ ᮖᮙᮜᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮙᮢ—ᮖᮢᮕᮣᮘ ᮠᮢᮟᮔᮥᮓᮕᮺ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮝᮑᮔᮕ ᮖᮑᮒᮢᮙᮓᮣᮺ ᮓᮜᮟᮤᮘᮕᮣᮼ ᮇᮙᮤᮘ ᮞᮟ ᮝᮟᮞᮕᮩ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮣᮤᮑᮜᮜᮺ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮠᮕᮔᮔᮜᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮑᮢᮕᮣ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮦᮕᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮟᮟᮤᮣᮤᮕᮠᮣ ᮤᮑᮠᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮒᮒᮜᮕᮣᮤᮟᮞᮕᮣᮼ

　　ᮃᮤᮕᮕᮜ ᮞᮕᮕᮔᮣ ᮢᮙᮓᮕᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮝᮑᮞ ᮞᮕᮕᮔᮣ ᮖᮟᮟᮔ—ᮣᮛᮙᮠ ᮑ ᮝᮕᮑᮜᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮥᮞᮗᮕᮢ ᮣᮤᮢᮙᮛᮕᮣᮼ

　　ᮇᮘᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮓᮟᮙᮞ ᮟᮢ ᮒᮑᮢᮤᮕᮢᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ’ᮔ ᮤᮑᮛᮕ ᮑᮞᮩᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮼ

　　᮰ᮃᮙᮗᮘ… ᮘᮟᮧ ᮝᮑᮞᮩ ᮔᮑᮩᮣ ᮘᮑᮣ ᮙᮤ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮞᮟᮧᯍ᮰

　　ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮘᮥᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔᮺ ᮓᮟᮥᮞᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮣ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮢᮕᮣᮙᮗᮞᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ

　　᮰ᯝᮞᮕᮺ ᮤᮧᮟᮺ ᮖᮙᮦᮕ… ᮖᮙᮦᮕ ᮧᮘᮟᮜᮕ ᮔᮑᮩᮣ…᮰

　　ᮃᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮒᮕᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔᮼ

　　ᯗᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮑᮣᮤ ᮜᮙᮖᮕᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ’ᮔ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮑᮞ ᮙᮞᮓᮟᮝᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮟᮜᮜᮕᮗᮕ ᮖᮢᮕᮣᮘᮝᮑᮞᮺ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮢᮕᮕ ᮗᮜᮟᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣ ᮝᮟᮞᮤᮘᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮦᮑᮓᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮑᮘᮕᮑᮔ—ᮥᮞᮤᮙᮜ ᮑᮞ ᮥᮞᮤᮙᮝᮕᮜᮩ ᮑᮓᮓᮙᮔᮕᮞᮤ ᮓᮥᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮣᮘᮟᮢᮤᮼ

　　ᯐᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮢᮕᮒᮟᮢᮞ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮣᮥᮢᮢᮕᮑᮜᮺ ᮖᮙᮜᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮗᮢᮑᮤᮙᮤᮥᮔᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮛᮞᮕᮕᮜ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮞᮛ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮟᮔᮣ ᮔᮑᮙᮜᮩᮼ ᯐᮥᮤ…

　　ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮛᮞᮕᮜᮤ ᮒᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮙᮦᮕᮢᮒᮑᮞᮛ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮑ ᮣᮝᮑᮜᮜ ᮒᮢᮙᮔᮗᮕᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮤᮙᮠᮣ ᮒᮢᮥᮣᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮤᮕᮢ’ᮣ ᮣᮥᮢᮖᮑᮓᮕᮼ

　　ᮂᮙᮠᮠᮜᮕᮣ ᮣᮘᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮖᮜᮕᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮟᮖ ᮑ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔᮺ ᮓᮢᮙᮝᮣᮟᮞᮻᮕᮩᮕᮔ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᮼ

　　ᮃᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮒᮜᮑᮞᮛᮜᮩ ᮑᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮝᮙᮢᮢᮟᮢᮕᮔ ᮣᮕᮜᮖᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮙᮝᮑᮗᮕ ᮣᮤᮕᮑᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮤᮘᮼ

　　ᮄᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮔᮟᮜᮜᮻᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮖᮕᮑᮤᮥᮢᮕᮣᮺ ᮣᮛᮙᮞ ᮠᮑᮜᮕ ᮑᮣ ᮖᮢᮕᮣᮘ ᮣᮞᮟᮧ ᮩᮕᮤ ᮥᮞᮞᮕᮢᮦᮙᮞᮗᮜᮩ ᮤᮢᮑᮞᮣᮜᮥᮓᮕᮞᮤᮼ

　　ᯖᮕᮢ ᮧᮑᮙᮣᮤᮻᮜᮕᮞᮗᮤᮘ ᮣᮙᮜᮦᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮙᮢ ᮣᮘᮙᮝᮝᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮝᮟᮟᮞᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮻᮧᮟᮦᮕᮞ ᮣᮙᮜᮛᮺ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮩ ᮔᮕᮑᮔ ᮜᮕᮑᮦᮕᮣ ᮓᮜᮙᮞᮗᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮞᮔᮣᮼ

　　ᯐᮥᮤ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮝᮟᮣᮤ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮔᮕᮕᮠ ᮢᮕᮔ ᮠᮥᮠᮙᮜᮣ—ᮒᮜᮟᮟᮔᮻᮣᮟᮑᮛᮕᮔ ᮗᮕᮝᮣ ᮗᮜᮟᮧᮙᮞᮗ ᮕᮕᮢᮙᮜᮩ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮑᮧᮞ ᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮺ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮛ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮣᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮔᮕᮜᮙᮓᮑᮤᮕᮺ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮔᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮖᮑᮓᮕᮼ

　　ᯗᮞᮣᮤᮙᮞᮓᮤᮙᮦᮕᮜᮩᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮥᮗᮗᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮛᮞᮕᮕᮣᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮖᮜᮕᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮓᮥᮢᮜᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮙᮤᮣᮕᮜᮖᮼ

　　ᯖᮕᮢ ᮟᮞᮓᮕ ᮧᮕᮜᮜᮻᮖᮙᮤᮤᮕᮔ ᮜᮙᮞᮕᮞ ᮔᮢᮕᮣᮣ ᮞᮟᮧ ᮘᮥᮞᮗ ᮜᮟᮟᮣᮕᮼ

　　ᮃᮘᮕ ᮤᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗᮼ

　　ᮄᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮖᮜᮕᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮣᮘᮟᮧᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮖᮙᮗᮥᮢᮕ ᮞᮟ ᮤᮑᮜᮜᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮑ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮔᮺ ᮕᮑᮣᮙᮜᮩ ᮔᮧᮑᮢᮖᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮙᮦᮕᮢᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮢᮕᮕᮔᮣᮼ

　　ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮕᮨᮘᮑᮜᮕᮔ ᮔᮕᮕᮠᮜᮩᮼ

　　—ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮛᮙᮞᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮚᮟᮛᮕ ᮙᮣ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮤᮙᮞᮩᮺ ᮖᮢᮑᮙᮜ ᮒᮟᮔᮩᮯᯍ

　　ᮃᮘᮕ’ᮔ ᮑᮔᮝᮙᮤ ᮙᮤ—ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤ ᮗᮜᮙᮝᮠᮣᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮜᮕᮖᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮧᮕᮣᮤᮢᮥᮓᮛᮺ ᮣᮟ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮙᮖᮥᮜ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ’ᮦᮕ ᮘᮥᮗᮗᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮤᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮜᮕᮗ ᮙᮞ ᮔᮕᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮼ

　　ᯐᮥᮤ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮙᮤᮩ ᮣᮟᮟᮞ ᮣᮤᮢᮥᮓᮛᯈ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔᮺ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮩ ᮝᮕᮑᮞᮤ ᮞᮟᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮼ

　　ᯜᮟ ᮤᮕᮓᮘᮞᮟᮜᮟᮗᮩᮺ ᮞᮟ ᮠᮢᮟᮠᮕᮢ ᮜᮑᮧᮣᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮤᮟᮧᮞ ᮟᮖ ᯓᮜᮤᮟᮞᮺ ᮧᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮞᮟᮧ ᮜᮙᮦᮕᮔᮺ ᮣᮑᮤ ᮞᮕᮣᮤᮜᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮖᮕᮢᮤᮙᮜᮕ ᮠᮜᮑᮙᮞᮣᮺ ᮣᮥᮢᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮔᮕᮞᮣᮕ ᮖᮟᮢᮕᮣᮤᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮢᮟᮜᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮙᮜᮜᮣᮼ

　　ᯗᮞ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮖᮢᮟᮞᮤᮙᮕᮢᮺ ᮣᮤᮢᮕᮞᮗᮤᮘ ᮢᮥᮜᮕᮔᮼ ᯏᮞᮔ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮟᮞᮕ ᮑᮣ ᮘᮕᮜᮠᮜᮕᮣᮣ ᮑᮣ ᮘᮕᮢᯍ ᮃᮥᮢᮦᮙᮦᮑᮜ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮣᮤᮢᮥᮗᮗᮜᮕᮼ

　　ᮄᮘᮕ ᮒᮟᮔᮩ’ᮣ ᮟᮢᮙᮗᮙᮞᮑᮜ ᮟᮧᮞᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮦᮕᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮢᮟ᮪ᮕᮞᮺ ᮖᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮑᮣᮤ ᮒᮕᮞᮕᮑᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮤᮢᮕᮕᮺ ᮓᮢᮑᮔᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮑᮜᮜᮕᮞ ᮜᮕᮑᮦᮕᮣᮼ

　　ᮄᮘᮕ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮣᮤᮙᮢᮢᮕᮔ ᮑᮞ ᮙᮞᮕᮨᮠᮜᮙᮓᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮝᮕᮜᮑᮞᮓᮘᮟᮜᮩ ᮙᮞ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑᮼ

　　ᯖᮕᮢ ᮑᮠᮠᮕᮑᮢᮑᮞᮓᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ… ᮥᮞᮥᮣᮥᮑᮜᮼ ᮅᮞᮞᮕᮢᮦᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮕᮦᮕᮞᮼ

　ᯗᮤ ᮔᮢᮕᮧ ᮑᮤᮤᮕᮞᮤᮙᮟᮞ—ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮑᮞᮗᮕᮢᮟᮥᮣ ᮛᮙᮞᮔᮼ

　　ᯏᮞᮔ ᮧᮟᮢᮣᮕᮼ

　　᮰ᯔᮙᮦᮕ ᮔᮑᮩᮣ ᮙᮞᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮞᮟ ᮣᮩᮣᮤᮕᮝ…᮰

　　ᯕᮢᮥᮝᮒᮜᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮢᮟᮣᮕ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮙᮦᮕᮢᮒᮑᮞᮛᮼ

　　ᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮢᮕᮕ ᮔᮑᮩᮣ ᮑᮗᮟᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ’ᮔ ᮤᮘᮥᮝᮠᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮘᮕᮣᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮔᮕᮓᮜᮑᮢᮕᮔᮺ ‘ᯗ ᮑᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮘᮟᮣᮕᮞ ᮟᮞᮕᮯ’

　　ᯜᮟᮧᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮢᮣᮘ ᮤᮢᮥᮤᮘ ᮜᮑᮩ ᮒᮑᮢᮕ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮘᮕᮢᮼ

　　ᯜᮟ ᮔᮙᮦᮙᮞᮕ ᮖᮑᮦᮟᮢᮺ ᮞᮟ ᮗᮥᮙᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮩᮣᮤᮕᮝᮺ ᮞᮟ ᮓᮢᮩᮠᮤᮙᮓ ᮝᮕᮞᮤᮟᮢᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮓᮘᮟᮠ ᮧᮟᮟᮔᮼ ᯖᮕᮢ ᮣᮥᮢᮦᮙᮦᮑᮜ ᮘᮙᮞᮗᮕᮔ ᮟᮞ ᮣᮓᮢᮑᮠᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮛᮞᮟᮧᮜᮕᮔᮗᮕ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮑᮣᮤ ᮜᮙᮖᮕᮼ

　　᮰ᮅᮗᮘ…᮰

　　ᮃᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔ’ᮦᮕ ᮣᮤᮥᮔᮙᮕᮔ ᮘᮑᮢᮔᮕᮢᮼ

　　ᮃᮘᮕ’ᮔ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮟᮥᮤ ᮓᮘᮕᮑᮤᮣ ᮟᮢ ᮗᮟᮜᮔᮕᮞ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮣᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮗᮢᮑᮣᮠ ᮟᮖ ᮣᮓᮙᮕᮞᮓᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮓᮑᮢᮢᮩ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘᮼ

　　ᮂᮕᮑᮜᮙᮤᮩᮺ ᮘᮟᮧᮕᮦᮕᮢᮺ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮣᮠᮑᮞᮛᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮔᮕᮜᮥᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮢᮑᮧᮼ

　　ᮃᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮞᮟ ᮓᮜᮥᮕ ᮧᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮤᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔ ᮟᮖᮖᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮞᮟ ᮖᮟᮟᮤᮘᮟᮜᮔᮼ

　　ᯜᮟᮧᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮖᮥᮝᮒᮜᮕᮔ ᮒᮜᮙᮞᮔᮜᮩ—ᮜᮟᮣᮤᮺ ᮑᮞᮨᮙᮟᮥᮣᮺ ᮓᮟᮞᮖᮥᮣᮕᮔᮼ

　　ᯏᮜᮟᮞᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮑᮞ ᮥᮞᮖᮑᮝᮙᮜᮙᮑᮢ ᮜᮑᮞᮔᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮒᮑᮢᮕᮜᮩ ᮣᮜᮕᮠᮤᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤᮣ ᮣᮤᮕᮕᮠᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮧᮟᮢᮢᮩᮼ

　　ᯖᮕᮢ ᮔᮑᮩᮻᮟᮞᮕ ᮔᮢᮕᮑᮝᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮓᮟᮞᮡᮥᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮣᮙᮞᮓᮕ ᮓᮢᮥᮝᮒᮜᮕᮔᮼ

　　ᯓᮜᮤᮟᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮒᮑᮓᮛᮧᮑᮤᮕᮢᮺ ᮙᮤᮣ ᮕᮓᮟᮞᮟᮝᮩ ᮣᮤᮑᮗᮞᮑᮞᮤᮼ

　　ᯝᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤ ᮔᮑᮩᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ’ᮔ ᮤᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮒᮟᮟᮛᮛᮕᮕᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮕᮑᮢᮞ ᮣᮕᮕᮔ ᮝᮟᮞᮕᮩᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮞ ᮘᮑᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮣᮘᮟᮟᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮟᮥᮤᮼ

　　᮰ᮅᮗᮘᮺ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮕᮜᮜᮙᮞᮗ… ᮣᮕᮜᮜᮺ ᮣᮕᮜᮜᮺ ᮣᮕᮜᮜ—ᮣᮟ ᮔᮑᮝᮞ ᮤᮕᮔᮙᮟᮥᮣᮯ᮰

　　ᯔᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮘᮥᮞᮔᮢᮕᮔᮤᮘ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮺ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮛᮙᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮠᮕᮒᮒᮜᮕᮺ ᮧᮑᮤᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮤ ᮓᮜᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮣᮤ ᮑ ᮝᮟᮣᮣᮩ ᮧᮑᮜᮜᮼ

　　ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮙᮣᮞ’ᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮙᮖᮕ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮞᮤᮕᮔᮯ

　　ᯔᮢᮥᮣᮤᮢᮑᮤᮕᮔᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮤᮥᮗᮗᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮙᮢᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮞᮔᮣ ᮤᮑᮞᮗᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮣᮼ

　　ᮅᮠ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮔᮑᮧᮞ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮕᮔᮔᮜᮕ ᮗᮟᮟᮔᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮖᮟᮢᮑᮗᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢᮒᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮘᮙᮜᮜᮣᮺ ᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤᮣ ᮣᮠᮕᮞᮤ ᮒᮢᮕᮧᮙᮞᮗ ᮠᮟᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣ ᮟᮢ ᮤᮙᮞᮛᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮙᮞᮦᮕᮞᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮝᮕᮑᮗᮕᮢ ᮕᮑᮢᮞᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᮒᮑᮢᮕᮜᮩ ᮓᮟᮦᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮢᮕᮞᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮟᮟᮔ—ᮞᮟ ᮔᮕᮓᮕᮞᮤ ᮓᮜᮟᮤᮘᮕᮣᮺ ᮞᮟ ᮣᮑᮦᮙᮞᮗᮣᮼ

　　ᯏ ᮝᮙᮞᮔᮻᮞᮥᮝᮒᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮩᮓᮜᮕᮺ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮖᮕᮧ ᮓᮟᮠᮠᮕᮢᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮑ ᮧᮑᮢᮝ ᮝᮕᮑᮜᮺ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮜᮙᮕ ᮑᮧᮑᮛᮕ ᮔᮢᮕᮑᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟᮝᮟᮢᮢᮟᮧᮼ

　　ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮛᮙᮞᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮜᮙᮖᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᯍ ᮇᮟᮢᮣᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮑ ᮓᮟᮢᮠᮟᮢᮑᮤᮕ ᮔᮢᮟᮞᮕᮯ

　　ᯗ ᮓᮢᮟᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔᮣ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᯍ

　　ᯛᮑᮩᮒᮕ ᮤᮟᮝᮟᮢᮢᮟᮧ ᮧᮙᮜᮜ… ᮒᮕ ᮒᮕᮤᮤᮕᮢᯍ

　　ᮃᮘᮕ ᮔᮕᮜᮥᮔᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖᮺ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮔᮕᮕᮠ ᮔᮟᮧᮞᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮛᮞᮕᮧᯈ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮢᮙᮗᮙᮔ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔᮺ ᮑ ᮢᮟᮟᮤᮜᮕᮣᮣ ᮟᮥᮤᮣᮙᮔᮕᮢ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮞᮟ ᮘᮟᮠᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮢᮙᮣᮙᮞᮗᮼ

　　ᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮑᮣ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮣᮙᮗᮘᮕᮔᮺ ᮑ ᮖᮢᮑᮞᮤᮙᮓ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮓᮑᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮒᮕᮘᮙᮞᮔᮺ ᮰ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑᮯ ᯖᮥᮢᮢᮩ—ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮑᮞᮔᮜᮟᮢᮔ’ᮣ ᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮢᮕᮞᮤ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮯ᮰

　　᮰ᮼᮼᮼᯖᮥᮘᯍ᮰

　　ᮇᮘᮕᮞ ᮙᮤ ᮢᮑᮙᮞᮣᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮠᮟᮥᮢᮣᮼ ᯖᮕᮢ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔᮕᮢᮣ ᮣᮜᮥᮝᮠᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮔᮕᮖᮕᮑᮤᮼ

　　ᮃᮘᮕ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮕᮕ ᮑ ᮩᮟᮥᮞᮗ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕᮺ ᮤᮢᮕᮝᮒᮜᮙᮞᮗᮼ

　　᮰ᮂᮕᮞᮤ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᯍ᮰

　　᮰ᮉᮕᮣᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮕ’ᮣ ᮖᮥᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣᮯ ᯖᮕ ᮣᮑᮩᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮔᮟᮞ’ᮤ ᮠᮑᮩ ᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᮘᮕ’ᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮧ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮟᮥᮤᮯ᮰

　　ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ’ᮣ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤ ᮣᮑᮞᮛᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮙᮞᮕᮦᮙᮤᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮢᮢᮙᮦᮕᮔᮼ

　　᮰ᯔᮙᮞᮕᮺ ᯗ’ᮝ ᮓᮟᮝᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᯚᮕᮤ’ᮣ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮘᮟᮠᮕ… ᮣᮘᮕ’ᮜᮜ ᮗᮙᮦᮕ ᮝᮕ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤᮼ᮰

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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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