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

Chapter 21

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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ᮃᮘᮕ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮜᮟᮟᮛ ᮑᮤ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑᮺ ᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮕᮘᮙᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮜᮟᮜᮙᮺ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮤᮢᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮢᮕᮑᮔ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮨᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞᮼ

“ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮧᮕ ᮔᮟ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕᮝᯍ”

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮑᮞᮣᮧᮕᮢᮺ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮤᮙᮗᮘᮤᮕᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮗᮢᮙᮠ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮠᮕᮑᮢ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮼ

ᮃᮓᮕᮞᮕᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮥᮞᮒᮕᮑᮢᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮝᮕᮝᮟᮢᮙᮕᮣ ᮖᮜᮑᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮝᮙᮞᮔᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕᮣᮕ ᮓᮥᮒᮣᮺ ᮟᮞᮓᮕ ᮗᮢᮟᮧᮞᮺ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮣᮥᮢᮕᮜᮩ ᮒᮕᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮝᮟᮞᮣᮤᮕᮢᮣ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮛᮙᮞᮺ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮙᮞᮥᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮜᮑᮥᮗᮘᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮙᮞᮞᮟᮓᮕᮞᮤᮼ

“ᮄᮘᮕᮩ’ᮢᮕ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮥᮣ ᮘᮥᮝᮑᮞᮣ—ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮗᮢᮟᮧ ᮣᮤᮢᮟᮞᮗᮕᮢᮺ ᮗᮑᮙᮞ ᮕᮞᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮕᮞᮝᮕᮞᮤᮺ ᮕᮦᮟᮜᮦᮕ… ᮤᮘᮕᮩ’ᮜᮜ ᮠᮢᮟᮔᮥᮓᮕ ᮜᮕᮑᮔᮕᮢᮣᮺ ᮖᮑᮜᮜ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮢᮟᮜ ᮟᮖ ᮕᮦᮙᮜ ᮝᮕᮞᮼ ᮃᮟᮼ”

ᮇᮙᮤᮘᮟᮥᮤ ᮘᮕᮣᮙᮤᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮤᮘᮢᮥᮣᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮠᮕᮑᮢ ᮖᮟᮢᮧᮑᮢᮔᮼ

ᮄᮘᮥᮔᮼ

ᯗᮢᮕᮩᮑ’ᮣ ᮣᮙᮜᮦᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮢᮕᮖᮜᮕᮓᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮢᮕᮝᮒᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔᮕᮢᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕ ᮖᮜᮥᮖᮖᮒᮑᮜᮜᮼ

ᮃᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮙ᮪ᮕᮔ—ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮞᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮤᮢᮥᮜᮩ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢᮣᮤᮟᮟᮔ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮣᮝᮑᮜᮜ ᮓᮢᮕᮑᮤᮥᮢᮕᮼ

ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮣᮤᮢᮥᮓᮛ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮙᮜᮦᮕᮢᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮩ ᮣᮘᮥᮔᮔᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩᮼ

ᯜᮟᮼ

ᮂᮑᮤᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮛᮞᮟᮧᮞ ᮕᮑᮓᮘ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮘᮑᮜᮖ ᮑ ᮔᮑᮩᮼ

ᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮘᮑᮜᮖ ᮑ ᮔᮑᮩᮼ ᯏᮞᮔ ᮩᮕᮤᮺ ᮧᮘᮩ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮖᮕᮕᮜ ᮑᮞ ᮙᮞᮕᮨᮠᮜᮙᮓᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮖᮑᮝᮙᮜᮙᮑᮢᮙᮤᮩ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮣᮠᮕᮞᮤ ᮝᮥᮓᮘ ᮜᮟᮞᮗᮕᮢ ᮤᮟᮗᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢᯍ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮓᮟᮜᮔᮞᮕᮣᮣᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮔᮕᮓᮙᮣᮙᮦᮕᮞᮕᮣᮣ—ᮑᮜᮜ ᮟᮖ ᮙᮤ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮖᮟᮢᮕᮙᮗᮞ ᮤᮟ ᯗᮢᮕᮩᮑᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮑᮝᮕ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮺ ᮑᮞ ᮙᮞᮔᮕᮣᮓᮢᮙᮒᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮕᮝᮟᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮧᮕᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮙᮞ ᯗᮢᮕᮩᮑ’ᮣ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮛᮞᮟᮧ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮣᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮣᮕᮞᮣᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮒᮕᮘᮙᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮖᮜᮥᮖᮖᮒᮑᮜᮜ’ᮣ ᮢᮥᮤᮘᮜᮕᮣᮣᮞᮕᮣᮣ ᮜᮑᮩ ᮒᮟᮥᮞᮔᮜᮕᮣᮣ ᮠᮑᮙᮞ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮜᮟᮞᮕᮜᮙᮞᮕᮣᮣᮼ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮔᮕᮓᮙᮣᮙᮦᮕᮞᮕᮣᮣ… ᮠᮕᮢᮘᮑᮠᮣ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮢᮟᮤᮕᮓᮤ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮢᮼ

ᯗᮢᮕᮩᮑ ᮤᮟᮟᮛ ᮑ ᮔᮕᮕᮠ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮤᮘᮺ ᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮕᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑᮺ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔᮕᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔᮕᮢᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮧᮥᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮧᮟᮢᮔᮺ ᮠᮙᮕᮢᮓᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮑᮣᮤ ᮧᮑᮙᮜᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮧᮙᮠᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮜᮟᮟᮔᮣᮤᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮣ ᮑᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ’ᮣ ᮣᮠᮕᮑᮢᮼ

“ᮉᮟᮥᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮣ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮣᮘᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗᮼ”

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮣ ᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮢᮕᮝᮑᮢᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮜ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮔᮕᮧᮺ ᮩᮕᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮑᮜᮝ ᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮖᮙᮢᮝᮜᮩ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮟᮖ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ’ᮣ ᮘᮑᮞᮔ ᮥᮞᮤᮙᮜ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮢᮕᮝᮒᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮤᮟᮠᮠᮕᮔᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮣᮤ ᮧᮟᮞᮔᮢᮟᮥᮣ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔ—ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮒᮕᮤᮧᮕᮕᮞ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮙᮓᮩᮻᮓᮟᮜᮔ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮣᮺ ᮧᮑᮢᮝᮤᮘ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮒᮜᮟᮟᮝᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮦᮕ ᮢᮕᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮑ ᮔᮕᮑᮤᮘᮜᮩ ᮣᮙᮜᮕᮞᮓᮕᮺ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮧᮟᮢᮔᮜᮕᮣᮣᮜᮩ ᮔᮕᮓᮜᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮞᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮙᮠᮣ ᮤᮟᮗᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮢᮠᮣᮕᮣ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮢᮙᮝᮣᮟᮞ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮗᮜᮙᮣᮤᮕᮞᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮟᮞᮓᮕ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮢᮟᮒᮜᮕᮝᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮖᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮣᮟᮜᮦᮕᮔᮺ ᮟᮞᮓᮕ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮥᮢᮔᮕᮞᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮖᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮜᮙᮖᮤᮕᮔᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮛ ᮔᮟᮧᮞ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮢᮩᮼ

ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮑᮜᮜᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮢᮥᮗᮗᮜᮕᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮓᮟᮥᮞᮤᮜᮕᮣᮣ ᮔᮑᮩᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮥᮞᮣᮠᮕᮑᮛᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮠᮑᮙᮞ—ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮠᮙᮜᮕᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮑ ᮓᮢᮥᮣᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮟᮥᮞᮤᮑᮙᮞ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮙᮝᮑᮗᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮓᮟᮥᮞᮤᮜᮕᮣᮣ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮣᮼ

ᯗᮝᮑᮗᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖ ᮧᮕᮕᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮤᮟᮢᮞ ᮑᮠᮑᮢᮤᮺ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮢᮕᮜᮕᮑᮣᮕ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮕᮞᮤᮻᮥᮠ ᮑᮞᮗᮥᮙᮣᮘ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮟᮢᮢᮟᮧᮼ

ᮉᮕᮤ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮖᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮑᮢᮢᮙᮦᮕᮔᮺ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮖᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮓᮢᮩᮼ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮕᮤᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤᮒᮕᮑᮤ ᮢᮑᮠᮙᮔᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮔᮟᮧᮞᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮙᮠᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮣ ᮤᮢᮕᮝᮒᮜᮕᮔ ᮖᮑᮙᮞᮤᮜᮩᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮗᮢᮙᮕᮖ—ᮢᮑᮤᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮑᮞ ᮙᮞᮔᮕᮣᮓᮢᮙᮒᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮢᮕᮜᮙᮕᮖᮼ

“ᯖᮑᮺ ᮘᮑᮘᮑ… ᮘᮑᮘᮑᮘᮑᮺ ᮘᮑᮘᮑᮘᮑᮘᮑᮼ”

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮜᮑᮥᮗᮘᮕᮔᮼ

ᯏᮤ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮑᮥᮗᮘᮤᮕᮢ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮟᮖᮤᮺ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮒᮥᮒᮒᮜᮕᮣ ᮢᮙᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮕᮠᮤᮘᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮗᮢᮑᮔᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮗᮢᮕᮧ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮢᮕᮢᮺ ᮓᮑᮢᮢᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮞᮗᮻᮜᮟᮣᮤ ᮕᮑᮣᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮢᮕᮕᮔᮟᮝᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮟ ᮒᮙᮤᮤᮕᮢᮞᮕᮣᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮕᮺ ᮞᮟ ᮢᮕᮜᮥᮓᮤᮑᮞᮓᮕ—ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮠᮥᮢᮕ ᮜᮙᮒᮕᮢᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ

ᮃᮟᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ’ᮤ ᮑᮣ ᮤᮕᮢᮢᮙᮖᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮙᮝᮑᮗᮙᮞᮕᮔᮼ

ᮃᮟᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮖᮑᮢ ᮣᮤᮢᮟᮞᮗᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮒᮕᮜᮙᮕᮦᮕᮔᮼ

ᮇᮑᮤᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᮺ ᯗᮢᮕᮩᮑ’ᮣ ᮜᮙᮠᮣ ᮡᮥᮙᮦᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮖᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮑᮣᮛᮕᮔᮺ “ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ…ᯍ”

“ᯖᮑᮘᮼ”

ᮅᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮟᮞᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮢᮕᮕ᮪ᮕ ᮓᮑᮢᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮓᮕᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮒᮜᮟᮟᮔᮺ ᮤᮟᮥᮣᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ’ᮣ ᮠᮥᮢᮕ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕ ᮘᮑᮙᮢᮼ ᯖᮕᮢ ᮕᮨᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮓᮑᮜᮝᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮢᮟᮧᮣ ᮢᮕᮜᮑᮨᮕᮔᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮖᮜᮑᮧᮜᮕᮣᮣᮺ ᮓᮢᮩᮣᮤᮑᮜᮜᮙᮞᮕ ᮗᮕᮝᮣᮤᮟᮞᮕᮣᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮜᮟᮜᮙ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮜᮙᮖᮤᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔᮼ

“ᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮑ ᮒᮙᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮑᮢᮔᮣᮘᮙᮠᮺ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ’ᮣ ᮑᮜᮜᮼ”

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮢᮕᮣᮙᮣᮤ ᯗᮢᮕᮩᮑ’ᮣ ᮣᮥᮠᮠᮟᮢᮤᮺ ᮑᮜᮜᮟᮧᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮜᮕᮔ ᮤᮟᮧᮑᮢᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮦᮕ ᮕᮞᮤᮢᮑᮞᮓᮕᮺ ᮠᮙᮓᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮥᮠ ᮑ ᮖᮕᮧ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᮑᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮩᮼ

ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮠᮑᮤᮘ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮜᮟᮞᮗᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮢᮟᮑᮔ ᮑᮘᮕᮑᮔ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮜᮟᮞᮗᮕᮢᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮛᮕᮕᮠ ᮧᮑᮜᮛᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᯝᮥᮤᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮦᮕᮺ ᯔᮜᮟᮢᮑ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ’ᮣ ᮒᮑᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮕᮞᮔᮕᮔᮼ

“ᮆᮙᮑᮮ ᯗ ᮛᮙᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮗᮟᮒᮜᮙᮞᮣᮯ ᯓᮘᮕᮘᮕᮮ ᯗ ᮗᮟᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯛᮯ ᮆᮯ ᮀᮯ”

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮣᮠᮟᮤᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮜᮟᮜᮙᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮔᮑᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮟᮦᮕᮢᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮝᮠᮜᮕ ᮓᮘᮕᮣᮤ ᮣᮧᮑᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮟᮞᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮼ “ᯏᮝ ᯗ ᮑᮝᮑ᮪ᮙᮞᮗᯍᮯ ᮄᮘᮕᮩ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮠᮢᮑᮓᮤᮙᮓᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮣᮤᮕᮧ ᮝᮕᮑᮤ—ᯗ ᮣᮛᮕᮧᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮒᮩ ᮟᮞᮕᮯ”

“ᯏᮝᮑ᮪ᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮤᮢᮥᮜᮩ ᮑᮝᮑ᮪ᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᯗ’ᮝ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮢᮢᮩᮧᮕᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮘᮕᮢᮕᮼ”

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮧᮕᮑᮛᮜᮩ ᮤᮥᮗᮗᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮢᮞᮕᮢ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮙᮠᮣᮺ ᮢᮑᮙᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮘᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮟᮟᮠ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮕᮣᮤ ᮖᮢᮙᮕᮞᮔ’ᮣ ᮞᮟᮣᮕᮼ “ᮉᮟᮥ’ᮢᮕ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮘᮥᮢᮤᮺ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮩᮟᮥᯍ”

“ᮀᮖᮖᮤᮮ ᯏᮣ ᮙᮖ ᯗ’ᮔ ᮗᮕᮤ ᮘᮥᮢᮤᮮ”

“ᯝᮘᮺ ᮣᮘᮥᮤ ᮙᮤ…”

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ’ᮣ ᮤᮕᮞᮣᮕ ᮕᮨᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮖᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮓᮢᮑᮓᮛᮕᮔᮺ ᮑ ᮣᮟᮖᮤ ᮜᮑᮥᮗᮘ ᮕᮣᮓᮑᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩ ᮠᮥᮞᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ’ᮣ ᮣᮙᮔᮕᮼ “ᯗ’ᮝ ᮗᮜᮑᮔ… ᮩᮟᮥ’ᮢᮕ ᮟᮛᮑᮩᮼ”

“ᯛᮕ ᮤᮟᮟᮯ”

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮣᮘᮕᮑᮤᮘᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮢᮑᮠᮙᮕᮢᮺ ᮓᮙᮢᮓᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮤᮘᮢᮕᮕ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮣ ᮜᮕᮖᮤᮺ ᮤᮘᮢᮕᮕ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮣ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᮺ ᮣᮓᮢᮥᮤᮙᮞᮙ᮪ᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮞᮟᮔᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞ ᮣᮑᮤᮙᮣᮖᮑᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ “ᯗ ᮛᮞᮕᮧ ᮙᮤᮯ ᮃᮤᮙᮓᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮣᮙᮜᮦᮕᮢᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮩ ᮝᮕᮑᮞᮣ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮧᮟᮞ’ᮤ ᮗᮕᮤ ᮑ ᮣᮙᮞᮗᮜᮕ ᮣᮓᮢᮑᮤᮓᮘᮯ”

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮒᮜᮟᮞᮔᮕ ᮛᮞᮕᮧ ᮖᮥᮜᮜ ᮧᮕᮜᮜ—ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᯗᮢᮕᮩᮑ ᮑᮜᮧᮑᮩᮣ ᮧᮟᮢᮕ ᮑ ᮓᮟᮜᮔ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮑᮓᮤᮕᮔ ᮑᮜᮟᮟᮖᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮩᮠᮕ ᮧᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤ ᮒᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮒᮕᮞᮕᮑᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮙᮓᮕᮼ ᮄᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮟ ᮧᮑᮩ ᮣᮘᮕ’ᮔ ᮜᮕᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮕᮣᮤ ᮖᮢᮙᮕᮞᮔ ᮗᮕᮤ ᮘᮥᮢᮤᮯ

“ᮉᮟᮥ’ᮢᮕ ᮒᮑᮓᮛᮼ ᯓᮦᮕᮢᮩᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮗᮟ ᮣᮝᮟᮟᮤᮘᮜᮩᯍ” ᯔᮜᮟᮢᮑ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮑᮠᮠᮢᮟᮑᮓᮘᮕᮔᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮟᮑᮛ ᮣᮤᮑᮖᮖ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮺ ᮤᮥᮓᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮞᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮠᮙᮞᮛ ᮘᮑᮙᮢ ᮒᮕᮘᮙᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮑᮢᮼ “ᯔᮟᮢ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮢᮕᮑᮣᮟᮞᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮧᮕᮑᮛᮕᮞᮕᮔᮺ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮠᮥᮠᮠᮕᮤᮣ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮣᮤᮢᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᮓᮥᮤ—ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮖᮜᮕᮔᮼ”

“ᯖᮕᮩᮯ”

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮓᮢᮟᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮢᮝᮣ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮑ ᮒᮙᮗ ‘ᮈ’ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮘᮕᮣᮤᮼ

“ᮄᮘᮕᮩ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮧᮕᮑᮛᮕᮞ—ᮧᮕ ᮗᮟᮤ ᮣᮤᮢᮟᮞᮗᮕᮢᮯ ᮇᮕ ᮣᮕᮞᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮢᮥᮞᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮤᮑᮙᮜᮣ ᮒᮕᮤᮧᮕᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮜᮕᮗᮣᮯ ᮃᮤᮥᮠᮙᮔ ᮗᮟᮒᮜᮙᮞᮣᮺ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮔᮑᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮣᮡᮥᮕᮑᮜᯍᮯ”

“ᯏᮜᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᮺ ᮑᮜᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᮺ ᮤᮑᮙᮜᮣ ᮒᮕᮤᮧᮕᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮜᮕᮗᮣᮮ”

ᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮟᮔ ᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮕᮞᮕᮔᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮖᮜᮕᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮟᮖ ᮔᮙᮣᮤᮑᮞᮤ ᮖᮜᮑᮝᮕᮣ ᮖᮜᮙᮓᮛᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᯗᮢᮕᮩᮑ’ᮣ ᮣᮙᮜᮦᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮣᮼ

“ᮇᮕ ᮞᮕᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮟ ᮣᮥᮠᮠᮟᮢᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮝᮼ”

“ᯛᮝᮼ” ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮣᮙᮜᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮧᮑᮤᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮓᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮖᮙᮢᮕᮣ ᮒᮕᮜᮟᮧ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮦᮕᮢᮞᮼ

“ᮄᮘᮕ ᮗᮟᮒᮜᮙᮞᮣ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮕᮣᮤ ᮗᮑᮤᮕ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮑ ᮣᮘᮑᮝᮑᮞ ᮜᮕᮑᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕᮝᮺ ᯗᮢᮕᮩᮑᮼ ᮇᮕ ᮞᮕᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮖᮜᮑᮞᮛ ᮤᮘᮕᮝᮺ ᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ’ᮜᮜ ᮕᮣᮓᮑᮠᮕᮼ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕᮺ ᯔᮜᮟᮢᮑ—ᮘᮕᮑᮔ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮟᮧᮞᮼ ᯗᮖ ᮝᮟᮢᮑᮜᮕ ᮙᮣᮞ’ᮤ ᮒᮟᮟᮣᮤᮕᮔᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ’ᮜᮜ ᮒᮕ ᮓᮑᮣᮥᮑᮜᮤᮙᮕᮣᮼ ᮄᮘᮕᮞᮺ ᮧᮕ’ᮜᮜ ᮠᮙᮞᮓᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮒᮟᮤᮘ ᮣᮙᮔᮕᮣᮼ”

“ᯕᮟᮤ ᮙᮤᮯ ᯚᮕᮑᮦᮕ ᮙᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮕᮯ ᯝᮘᮺ ᮒᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮩᮺ ᮙᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮘᮑᮝᮑᮞ ᮔᮙᮕᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮗᮟᮒᮜᮙᮞᮣ ᮧᮟᮞ’ᮤ ᮒᮕ ᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮤᮟ ᯔᯀᯏ ᮑᮞᮩᮝᮟᮢᮕᮺ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᯍ”

“…ᮆᮙᮦᮙᮔ ᮑᮞᮑᮜᮟᮗᮩᮼ”

ᯐᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮜᮑᮝᮕᮣ ᮔᮙᮕᮔ ᮔᮟᮧᮞᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮦᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮜᮕᮖᮤ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮓᮘᮑᮢᮢᮕᮔ ᮢᮕᮝᮑᮙᮞᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮗᮟᮒᮜᮙᮞ ᮓᮟᮢᮠᮣᮕᮣᮼ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮖᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮑᮧᮑᮩᮼ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮘᮕᮜᮔ ᮞᮟ ᮚᮟᮩ ᮟᮖ ᮦᮙᮓᮤᮟᮢᮩ—ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮔᮕᮕᮠ ᮕᮨᮘᮑᮥᮣᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮩᮕᮤ ᮝᮙᮞᮗᮜᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮢᮕᮜᮙᮕᮖ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮢᮕᮜᮕᮑᮣᮕᮼ

ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮢᮔᮕᮣᮤ ᮤᮢᮙᮑᮜᮼ

ᯜᮟᮧᮺ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮟᮒᮜᮙᮞᮣ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮕᮣᮤ ᮗᮑᮤᮕ ᮢᮕᮝᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮞᮟ ᮜᮟᮞᮗᮕᮢ ᮑ ᮤᮘᮢᮕᮑᮤᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮡᮥᮕᮣᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮞᮟᮧ ᮧᮑᮣ—

‘ᯖᮟᮧ ᮝᮑᮞᮩ ᮤᮟᮧᮞᮣᮖᮟᮜᮛ ᮓᮑᮞ ᮧᮕ ᮣᮑᮦᮕᯍ’

‘ᯖᮟᮧ ᮝᮑᮞᮩ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜᮻᮔᮑᮞᮗᮕᮢᮟᮥᮣ ᮗᮟᮒᮜᮙᮞᮣ ᮔᮟ ᮧᮕ ᮜᮕᮤ ᮕᮣᮓᮑᮠᮕᯍ’

ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮤᮕᮣᮤᮺ ᮧᮘᮙᮓᮘ ᮑᮤ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤ ᮗᮜᮑᮞᮓᮕ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᮙᮝᮠᮟᮣᮣᮙᮒᮜᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮑᮣᮣᮺ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮑᮞᮣᮧᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑᮞ ᯆᮾᮻᮠᮟᮙᮞᮤ ᮣᮓᮟᮢᮕ—ᮟᮞᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮜᮕᮖᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩᮟᮞᮕ ᮣᮤᮥᮞᮞᮕᮔᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮧᮑᮞᮤ ᯆᮾᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮿᮾᮾᮼ

ᯜᮟ—ᮒᮕᮩᮟᮞᮔ ᮿᮾᮾᮯ

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮗᮜᮑᮞᮓᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮑᮞᮙᮟᮞᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮝᮥᮢᮝᮥᮢᮕᮔᮺ “ᯚᮕᮤ’ᮣ ᮗᮟᮼ ᯒᮑᮧᮞ’ᮣ ᮓᮟᮝᮙᮞᮗᮼ”

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮖᮟᮥᮢ ᮣᮧᮙᮖᮤᮜᮩ ᮔᮕᮠᮑᮢᮤᮕᮔᮺ ᮜᮕᮑᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮕᮘᮙᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮥᮢᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮑᮦᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮣᮘᮕᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮧᮑᮛᮕᮼ

“ᯏᮓᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ… ᯗ’ᮦᮕ ᮝᮟᮣᮤᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮓᮟᮦᮕᮢᮕᮔᮼ”

ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮠᮑᮢᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮩᮣ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮣ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮟᮢᮛ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮟᮑᮔᮺ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ’ᮣ ᮜᮙᮝᮒᮣ ᮔᮑᮞᮗᮜᮕᮔ ᮜᮙᮝᮠᮜᮩ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮙᮢᮺ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕ ᮛᮙᮤᮤᮕᮞ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮑᮢᮢᮙᮕᮔᮼ

ᮇᮘᮕᮞ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮣᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮢᮕᮖᮜᮕᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮘᮙᮝᮝᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮜᮑᮛᮕ—

ᯏ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮺ ᮙᮞᮕᮨᮠᮜᮙᮓᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮣᮕᮞᮣᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮣᮘᮑᮝᮕ ᮧᮑᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮢᮼ

ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮥᮣᮥᮑᮜ ᮢᮕᮣᮟᮜᮥᮤᮕ ᮗᮑ᮪ᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮦᮑᮞᮙᮣᮘᮕᮔᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮕᮞᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮟᮜᮕᮝᮞᮙᮤᮩ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤ ᮔᮙᮣᮣᮙᮠᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᯏ ᮖᮥᮜᮜᮻᮗᮢᮟᮧᮞ ᮝᮑᮞᮺ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮑᮢᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮑ ᮧᮟᮝᮑᮞ’ᮣ ᮑᮢᮝ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᯍᮯ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮔᮕᮣᮤᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮗᮢᮕᮑᮤᮞᮕᮣᮣ—ᮘᮟᮧ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮑᮜᮜᮟᮧ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮝᮑᮞᮘᮑᮞᮔᮜᮕᮔ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᯍ ᮅᮞᮑᮓᮓᮕᮠᮤᮑᮒᮜᮕᮯ

“ᮀᮻᮀᮥᮤ ᮝᮕ ᮔᮟᮧᮞᮯ ᯗ ᮓᮑᮞ ᮧᮑᮜᮛ ᮟᮞ ᮝᮩ ᮟᮧᮞᮯ”

“ᮉᮟᮥᮢ ᮜᮕᮗᮣ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮧᮕᮑᮛᮼ”

“ᯒᮻᯒᮟᮞ’ᮤ ᮚᮟᮛᮕ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮜᮟᮧᮜᮩ ᮣᮕᮢᮦᮑᮞᮤᮯ ᯛᮩ ᮣᮤᮑᮝᮙᮞᮑ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮕᮞᮔᮥᮢᮑᮞᮓᮕ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮤᮟᮠᮻᮞᮟᮤᮓᮘᮯ ᯒᮟᮞ’ᮤ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢᮕᮣᮤᮙᮝᮑᮤᮕ ᮝᮕᮯ”

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮒᮕᮗᮑᮞ ᮣᮤᮢᮥᮗᮗᮜᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮛᮙᮓᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮕᮗᮣ ᮧᮙᮜᮔᮜᮩ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮙᮢᮼ

“ᮉᮻᮉᮟᮥ’ᮢᮕ ᮝᮩ ᮣᮥᮒᮟᮢᮔᮙᮞᮑᮤᮕᮺ ᯗ—”

—ᮃᮝᮑᮓᮛᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮖᮜᮥᮖᮖᮒᮑᮜᮜ ᮣᮘᮥᮔᮔᮕᮢᮕᮔᮺ ᮞᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩ ᮑᮓᮤᮙᮦᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮑᮤᮕᮢ ᮝᮑᮗᮙᮓ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮠᮟᮤ—ᮑᮞᮔ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮑᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮧᮕᮞᮤ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜᮼ

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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