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

Chapter 22

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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ᮮᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯑᯎᯀᯃᮋ ᮨᯋᯀᯘᯑᯀ ᯋᯎᯖᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯆᯀᯙᯄ ᯅᯀᯈᯍᯓᯋᯘᮍ

ᮁ᮶ᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯁᯄ ᯈᯍᯓᯄᯑᯄᯒᯓᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯋᯄᯀᯑᯍᯈᯍᯆ ᯌᯀᯆᯈᯂᮞᮁ

ᮁᮬᯀᯆᯈᯂᮞᮁ

ᮁ᮸ᯄᯒᮍ ᮬᯘ ᯒᯖᯎᯑᯃ ᯑᯄᯐᯔᯈᯑᯄᯒ ᯏᯄᯑᯈᯎᯃᯈᯂ ᯌᯀᯍᯀ ᯑᯄᯏᯋᯄᯍᯈᯒᯇᯌᯄᯍᯓᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯅᯀᯂᯓ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯂᯀᯍ ᯃᯎ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯌᯄᯀᯍᯒ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯔᯍᯃᯎᯔᯁᯓᯄᯃᯋᯘ ᯏᯎᯒᯒᯄᯒᯒ ᯈᯌᯌᯄᯍᯒᯄ ᯌᯀᯆᯈᯂᯀᯋ ᯄᯍᯄᯑᯆᯘ ᯖᯈᯓᯇᯈᯍ ᯘᯎᯔ—ᯄᯍᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯓᯎ ᯂᯀᯒᯓ ᯒᯏᯄᯋᯋᯒᮍᮁ

ᮁ᮳ᯒᯊᮍᮍᮍᮁ

ᮧᯄᯀᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᮨᯋᯀᯘᯑᯀᮆᯒ ᯖᯎᯑᯃᯒᮋ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃᯍᮆᯓ ᯂᯎᯍᯓᯀᯈᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯄᯗᯂᯈᯓᯄᯌᯄᯍᯓᮍ

ᮬᯀᯆᯈᯂᮍ

ᮨᯅ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯓᯑᯔᯋᯘ ᯋᯄᯀᯑᯍ ᯈᯓᮋ ᯌᯀᯒᯓᯄᯑ ᯈᯓ—

ᮨᯓ ᯖᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯁᯄ ᯅᯀᯑ ᯌᯎᯑᯄ ᯏᯎᯖᯄᯑᯅᯔᯋ ᯓᯇᯀᯍ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯖᯈᯄᯋᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯀ ᯒᯏᯄᯀᯑᮀ

ᮤᯕᯄᯍ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯀ ᯒᯏᯄᯀᯑᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯋᯈᯌᯈᯓᯒ—ᯀᯓ ᯌᯎᯒᯓᮋ ᯀ ᯑᯄᯀᯂᯇ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯖᯎ ᯎᯑ ᯓᯇᯑᯄᯄ ᯌᯄᯓᯄᯑᯒᮍ

ᮡᯔᯓ ᯌᯀᯆᯈᯂᮀ

᮲ᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯓᯀᯊᯄ ᯀ ᯌᯎᯍᯒᯓᯄᯑᮆᯒ ᯇᯄᯀᯃ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯄᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯇᯔᯍᯃᯑᯄᯃ ᯌᯈᯋᯄᯒ ᯀᯖᯀᯘᮀ

ᮁᮯᯋᯄᯀᯒᯄᮋ ᯋᯈᯓᯓᯋᯄ ᯌᯀᯈᯃᮋ ᯓᯄᯀᯂᯇ ᯌᯄᮀᮁ

—᮳ᯇᯖᯀᯂᯊᮍ

ᮁᮮᯖᮋ ᮳ᯄᯀᯂᯇᯄᯑ ᮨᯋᯀᯘᯑᯀᮞᮁ

ᮁ᮫ᯀᯓᯄᯑᮋ ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ ᯖᯈᯋᯋ ᯓᯄᯀᯂᯇ ᯘᯎᯔᮍ ᮲ᯇᯄᮆᯒ ᯁᯄᯓᯓᯄᯑ ᯀᯓ ᯈᯓᮍᮁ

᮶ᯈᯓᯇ ᯓᯇᯀᯓᮋ ᮨᯋᯀᯘᯑᯀ ᯓᯎᯎᯊ ᯀ ᯃᯄᯄᯏ ᯁᯑᯄᯀᯓᯇᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯈᯋᯕᯄᯑ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯆᯑᯎᯖᯈᯍᯆ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯌᯎᯑᯄ ᯂᯎᯌᯏᯋᯄᯗ ᯀᯒ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯋᯎᯎᯊᯄᯃ ᯀᯓ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀᮍ

ᮧᯄᯑ ᯋᯈᯏᯒ ᯏᯀᯑᯓᯄᯃ ᯒᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᯋᯘᮋ ᯇᯄᯒᯈᯓᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯋᯀᯂᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯕᯎᯈᯂᯄᮍ

ᮁᮧᯀᯕᯄ ᯖᯄᮍᮍᮍ ᯌᯄᯓ ᯒᯎᯌᯄᯖᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᯁᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄᮍᮍᮍᮞᮁ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯀᯈᯑ ᯅᯑᯎᯙᯄ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯀ ᯒᯄᯂᯎᯍᯃᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄᯍᮋ ᯒᯔᯃᯃᯄᯍᯋᯘᮋ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯁᯔᯑᯒᯓ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯋᯀᯔᯆᯇᯓᯄᯑ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯂᯋᯔᯍᯆ ᯓᯎ ᮨᯋᯀᯘᯑᯀᮆᯒ ᯓᯇᯈᯆᯇᮍ

ᮁᮯᯅᯅᯓ—ᯇᯀᯇᯀᯇᯀᯝ ᮶ᯇᯀᯓᮋ ᯈᯒ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯒᯎᯌᯄ ᯍᯄᯖ ᯊᯈᯍᯃ ᯎᯅ ᯏᯈᯂᯊᯔᯏ ᯋᯈᯍᯄᮞ ᮲ᯇᯎᯔᯋᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯁᯄ ᯀᯒᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯈᯍ ᯀ ᯌᯔᯂᯇ ᯂᯎᯋᯃᯄᯑ ᯓᯎᯍᯄᮞᮁ

ᮁ᮶ᯇᯀᯓ ᯃᯎ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯊᯍᯎᯖ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓ ᯌᯄᮞᮁ

ᮁᮣᯎ ᮨᮞ ᮭᯎᯓ ᯑᯄᯀᯋᯋᯘᮋ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯀ ᯋᯈᯓᯓᯋᯄᮍ ᮨ ᯎᯍᯋᯘ ᯊᯍᯎᯖ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯒᯖᯎᯑᯃᯒᯌᯀᯍᯒᯇᯈᯏ ᯈᯒ ᯏᯑᯄᯓᯓᯘ ᯈᯌᯏᯑᯄᯒᯒᯈᯕᯄᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯂᯀᯍ ᯔᯒᯄ ᯒᯎᯌᯄ ᯌᯀᯆᯈᯂᮍᮁ

ᮁᮧᯎᯖ ᯃᯎ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯊᯍᯎᯖ ᮨ ᯂᯀᯍ ᯔᯒᯄ ᯌᯀᯆᯈᯂᮞᮁ

ᮨᯋᯀᯘᯑᯀ ᯅᯑᯎᯖᯍᯄᯃ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᮍ

᮲ᯇᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯈᯍᯃᯄᯄᯃ ᯀ ᯌᯀᯆᯈᯂ ᯒᯖᯎᯑᯃᯒᯌᯀᯍᮋ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯍᯄᯕᯄᯑ ᯂᯀᯒᯓ ᯒᯏᯄᯋᯋᯒ ᯈᯍ ᯅᯑᯎᯍᯓ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯋᯈᯓᯓᯋᯄ ᯆᯈᯑᯋᮍ ᮧᯎᯖ ᯃᯈᯃ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯅᯋᯔᯅᯅᯁᯀᯋᯋ ᯊᯍᯎᯖᮞ

᮳ᯇᯈᯒᮋ ᯀᯋᯎᯍᯆ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯄᯕᯄᯑᯘᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯄᯋᯒᯄ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯇᯀᯏᯏᯄᯍᯄᯃᮍᮍᮍ

ᮩᯔᯒᯓ ᯀᯒ ᮨᯋᯀᯘᯑᯀ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯈᯍᯊ ᯈᯓ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯂᯀᯋᯌᯋᯘᮋ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯒᯔᯃᯃᯄᯍᯋᯘ ᯒᯏᯎᯊᯄ ᯔᯏ ᯀᯒ ᯈᯅ ᯑᯄᯌᯄᯌᯁᯄᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯎᯌᯄᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆᮍ

ᮁ᮶ᯄᯋᯋᮋ ᯈᯅ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯒᯖᯎᯑᯃ ᯂᯀᯍ ᯀᯁᯒᯎᯑᯁ ᯌᯀᯆᯈᯂᮋ ᯈᯓ ᯌᯔᯒᯓ ᯌᯄᯀᯍ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯂᯀᯍ ᯔᯒᯄ ᯈᯓᮋ ᯑᯈᯆᯇᯓᮞ ᮧᯎᯍᯄᯒᯓᯋᯘᮋ ᯈᯓ ᯒᯂᯀᯑᯄᯃ ᯌᯄ ᯓᯎ ᯃᯄᯀᯓᯇ—ᯖᯇᯄᯍ ᮨ ᯅᯈᯑᯒᯓ ᯒᯀᯖ ᯘᯎᯔᮋ ᮨ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯓᯎᯔᯂᯇᯄᯃ ᯈᯓᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯓᯀᯑᯓᯄᯃ ᯒᯔᯂᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯂᯑᯀᯙᯘᮍᮍᮍᮁ

ᮁᮢᯔᯑᯈᯎᯒᯈᯓᯘ ᯊᯈᯋᯋᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯀᯓᮍᮁ

ᮨᯋᯀᯘᯑᯀᮆᯒ ᯋᯈᯏᯒ ᯂᯔᯑᯋᯄᯃ ᯒᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᯋᯘᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯃᯎᯔᯁᯓᯒ ᯃᯈᯒᯏᯄᯋᯋᯄᯃᮋ ᯁᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯆᯄᯍᯓᯋᯘ ᯒᯄᯓ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯃᯎᯖᯍ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯓᯈᯆᯇᯓᯄᯍᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯆᯑᯈᯏ ᯎᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯈᯋᯕᯄᯑᮌᯅᯑᯎᯒᯓᯄᯃ ᯋᯎᯍᯆᯒᯖᯎᯑᯃᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄᯘ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯀᯑᯑᯈᯕᯄᯃ ᯎᯔᯓᯒᯈᯃᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯎᯖᯍᮍ

ᮁ᮶ᯇᯄᯑᯄ’ᯒ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯇᯀᯌᯀᯍᮞᮁ

ᮁ᮴ᯌᮍᮍᮍ ᯈᯓ ᯌᯔᯒᯓ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯁᯋᯄᯍᯃᯄᯃ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯎᯁᯋᯈᯍ ᯇᯎᯑᯃᯄᮍᮍᮍᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯒᯓᯎᯎᯃ ᯀᯓᯎᯏ ᯀ ᯒᯌᯀᯋᯋ ᯌᯎᯔᯍᯃᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯅᯈᯒᯓᯒ ᯒᯋᯎᯖᯋᯘ ᯂᯋᯄᯍᯂᯇᯈᯍᯆᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯏᯔᯑᯄ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄ ᯇᯀᯈᯑ ᯓᯎᯔᯒᯋᯄᯃ ᯁᯘ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯍᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯖᯈᯍᯃᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯌᯎᯎᯍᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯑᯄᯅᯋᯄᯂᯓᯄᯃ ᯂᯎᯋᯃᯋᯘ ᯈᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯄᯘᯄᯒᮍ

᮲ᯇᯄ ᯒᯈᯋᯄᯍᯓᯋᯘ ᯎᯁᯒᯄᯑᯕᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯇᯀᯎᯓᯈᯂ ᯁᯀᯓᯓᯋᯄᯅᯈᯄᯋᯃ ᯎᯔᯓᯒᯈᯃᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯄᯒᯓᯄᯑᯍ ᯆᯀᯓᯄ—ᯆᯎᯁᯋᯈᯍ ᯒᯇᯑᯈᯄᯊᯒ ᯌᯈᯍᯆᯋᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯇᯔᯌᯀᯍ ᯑᯎᯀᯑᯒᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯀᯈᯑ ᯓᯇᯈᯂᯊ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯄᯍᯂᯇ ᯎᯅ ᯁᯋᯎᯎᯃ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯒᯂᯎᯑᯂᯇᯄᯃ ᯄᯀᯑᯓᯇᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯆᯑᯎᯔᯍᯃ ᯎᯔᯓᯒᯈᯃᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯀᯓᯄ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯒᯏᯋᯈᯓ ᯎᯏᯄᯍᮋ ᯑᯄᯕᯄᯀᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯀ ᯆᯀᯏᯈᯍᯆᮋ ᯁᯎᯓᯓᯎᯌᯋᯄᯒᯒ ᯁᯋᯀᯂᯊ ᯏᯈᯓᮍ

ᮠᯑᯎᯔᯍᯃ ᯈᯓᯒ ᯄᯃᯆᯄᯒ ᯋᯀᯘ ᯀ ᯃᯎᯙᯄᯍ ᯆᯎᯁᯋᯈᯍ ᯂᯎᯑᯏᯒᯄᯒᮋ ᯒᯓᯑᯄᯖᯍ ᯇᯀᯏᯇᯀᯙᯀᯑᯃᯋᯘ—ᯂᯋᯄᯀᯑᯋᯘᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯓᯑᯈᯆᯆᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯁᯋᯀᯂᯊ ᯏᯎᯖᯃᯄᯑ ᯃᯔᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯀᯒᯒᯀᯔᯋᯓᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯏᯈᯓ ᯈᯓᯒᯄᯋᯅ ᯋᯈᯊᯄᯋᯘ ᯇᯄᯋᯃ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯌᯎᯑᯄ ᯁᯎᯃᯈᯄᯒᮍ

ᮮᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯈᯃᯄᮋ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ’ᯒ ᯍᯀᯑᯑᯎᯖᯄᯃ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯂᯀᯔᯆᯇᯓ ᯀ ᯆᯋᯈᯍᯓ ᯎᯅ ᯒᯇᯈᯌᯌᯄᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯆᯎᯋᯃ—ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯀᯍᯃ ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯈᯍ ᯏᯎᯒᯈᯓᯈᯎᯍᮍ

ᮁᮨᯋᯀᯘᯑᯀᮋ ᯍᯎᯖᮀᮁ

ᮁᮍᮍᮍᮁ

᮶ᯈᯓᯇᯎᯔᯓ ᯇᯄᯒᯈᯓᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍᮋ ᮨᯋᯀᯘᯑᯀ ᯒᯇᯎᯓ ᯅᯎᯑᯖᯀᯑᯃ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᯍᯈᯍᯆᮋ ᯁᯔᯑᯒᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯔᯍᯃᯄᯑᯆᯑᯎᯖᯓᯇ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯏᯋᯔᯍᯆᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯎᯁᯋᯈᯍ ᯇᯎᯑᯃᯄᮍ

ᮧᯄᯑ ᯁᯋᯀᯃᯄ ᯆᯋᯄᯀᯌᯄᯃ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯀ ᯒᯈᯋᯕᯄᯑ ᯌᯎᯎᯍᮋ ᯄᯀᯂᯇ ᯒᯖᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯄᯍᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯑᯂᯒ ᯎᯅ ᯁᯋᯎᯎᯃ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯀᯈᯑᮍ ᮲ᯄᯕᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯋᯈᯌᯁᯒ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯆᯔᯓᯓᯔᯑᯀᯋ ᯒᯂᯑᯄᯀᯌᯒ ᯅᯈᯋᯋᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯏᯀᯂᯄ ᯀᯒ ᯆᯎᯁᯋᯈᯍᯒ ᯅᯄᯋᯋ ᯈᯍ ᯃᯑᯎᯕᯄᯒᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯅᯎᯑᯌᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯂᯎᯋᯋᯀᯏᯒᯄᯃ ᯄᯍᯓᯈᯑᯄᯋᯘᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯏᯀᯍᯈᯂᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯓᯑᯀᯌᯏᯋᯄᯃ ᯎᯕᯄᯑ ᯄᯀᯂᯇ ᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑᮍ

᮲ᯄᯄᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯈᯒᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯈᯋᯈᯓᯈᯀ ᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯄᯒᯓᯄᯑᯍ ᯆᯀᯓᯄ ᯑᯀᯋᯋᯈᯄᯃᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯌᯎᯑᯀᯋᯄ ᯒᯎᯀᯑᯈᯍᯆᮍ ᮬᯄᯀᯍᯖᯇᯈᯋᯄᮋ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯀᯍᯃ ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯀᯋᯑᯄᯀᯃᯘ ᯂᯇᯀᯑᯆᯄᯃ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯎᯖᯍᮍ

ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯑᯀᯈᯒᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯑᯀᯏᯈᯄᯑ ᯇᯈᯆᯇᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯆᯎᯋᯃᯄᯍ ᯇᯀᯈᯑ ᯀᯁᯋᯀᯙᯄ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯅᯈᯑᯄᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᮍ ᮁ᮳ᯎᯖᯍᯒᯏᯄᯎᯏᯋᯄᮀ ᮳ᯀᯊᯄ ᯔᯏ ᯀᯑᯌᯒᮀ ᮶ᯄ ᯀᯑᯄ ᯍᯎᯓ ᯋᯀᯌᯁᯒ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯒᯋᯀᯔᯆᯇᯓᯄᯑᮀᮁ

ᮧᯄᯑ ᯕᯎᯈᯂᯄ ᯑᯀᯍᯆ ᯂᯋᯄᯀᯑ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯏᯎᯖᯄᯑᯅᯔᯋᮋ ᯁᯑᯈᯌᯌᯈᯍᯆ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯓᯇᯄᯀᯓᯑᯈᯂᯀᯋ ᯅᯄᯑᯕᯎᯑᮋ ᯁᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯁᯋᯄᯖ ᯇᯀᯑᯃ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯏᯏᯄᯑ ᯖᯇᯈᯒᯓᯋᯄ ᯀᯓ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯂᯇᯄᯒᯓ—ᯓᯎᯎᯓᮌᯓᯎᯎᯓᮌᯓᯎᯎᯓ—ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯈᯆᯍᯀᯋ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯀᯃᯕᯀᯍᯂᯄ ᯈᯍᯒᯓᯀᯍᯓᯋᯘ ᯈᯆᯍᯈᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯄᯎᯏᯋᯄ’ᯒ ᯅᯈᯆᯇᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯏᯈᯑᯈᯓᮍ

ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ ᯒᯓᯎᯎᯃ ᯁᯄᯇᯈᯍᯃ ᯇᯄᯑᮋ ᯇᯔᯌᯌᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯎᯅᯓᯋᯘᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯓᯀᯅᯅ ᯓᯑᯀᯂᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯀᯈᯑ ᯀᯒ ᯀᯍ ᯈᯍᯕᯈᯒᯈᯁᯋᯄ ᯁᯀᯑᯑᯈᯄᯑ ᯃᯄᯅᯋᯄᯂᯓᯄᯃ ᯄᯕᯄᯑᯘ ᯈᯍᯂᯎᯌᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯑᯑᯎᯖᮍ

ᮠᯖᯀᯊᯄᯍᯄᯃ ᯁᯘ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯀᯍᯃ ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ’ᯒ ᯑᯀᯋᯋᯘᯈᯍᯆ ᯂᯑᯈᯄᯒᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯈᯋᯈᯓᯈᯀ ᯀᯁᯀᯍᯃᯎᯍᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯃᯄᯅᯄᯍᯒᯈᯕᯄ ᯒᯓᯀᯍᯂᯄ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯒᯔᯑᯆᯄᯃ ᯅᯎᯑᯖᯀᯑᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯖᯄᯀᯏᯎᯍᯒ ᯈᯍ ᯇᯀᯍᯃᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄᯘ ᯏᯎᯔᯑᯄᯃ ᯎᯔᯓ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯎᯖᯍᮋ ᯅᯎᯑᯌᯈᯍᯆ ᯀ ᯏᯄᯑᯅᯄᯂᯓ ᯏᯈᯍᯂᯄᯑ ᯀᯓᯓᯀᯂᯊ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᮨᯋᯀᯘᯑᯀᮍ ᮢᯀᯔᯆᯇᯓ ᯁᯄᯓᯖᯄᯄᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯖᯎ ᯅᯎᯑᯂᯄᯒᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯎᯁᯋᯈᯍᯒ’ ᯅᯎᯑᯌᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯒᯇᯀᯓᯓᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯈᯍᯒᯓᯀᯍᯓᯋᯘᮍ

᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ’ᯒ ᯁᯎᯎᯓᯒ ᯂᯑᯔᯒᯇᯄᯃ ᯑᯎᯎᯅ ᯓᯈᯋᯄᯒ ᯀᯒ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯏᯄᯀᯑ ᯂᯀᯑᯕᯄᯃ ᯀ ᯃᯀᯑᯊ ᯀᯑᯂ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯍᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯒᯊᯘᮍ ᮨᯋᯀᯘᯑᯀ ᯒᯓᯑᯄᯀᯊᯄᯃ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯀ ᯒᯈᯋᯕᯄᯑ ᯌᯄᯓᯄᯎᯑ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯄᯍᯄᯌᯘ ᯑᯀᯍᯊᯒᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯖᯎᯑᯃ ᯑᯄᯀᯏᯈᯍᯆ ᯆᯑᯄᯄᯍᮌᯒᯊᯈᯍᯍᯄᯃ ᯋᯈᯌᯁᯒ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯖᯇᯄᯀᯓ ᯈᯍ ᯀ ᯒᯓᯎᯑᯌᮍ

ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ’ᯒ ᯒᯊᯈᯑᯓ ᯅᯋᯔᯓᯓᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯏᯀᯒᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯀᯓᯄᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯎᯎᯍᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯑᯄᯅᯑᯀᯂᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯎᯅᯅ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯂᯑᯘᯒᯓᯀᯋ ᯇᯀᯈᯑᯏᯈᯍ ᯁᯑᯈᯆᯇᯓᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯀᯍ ᯀᯍᯘ ᯓᯎᯑᯂᯇᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯎᯍᯂᯄᮌᯓᯑᯄᯌᯁᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯀᯍᯃᯒ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯈᯋᯈᯓᯈᯀ ᯍᯎᯖ ᯆᯑᯈᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯖᯄᯀᯏᯎᯍᯒ ᯅᯈᯑᯌᯋᯘ ᯔᯍᯃᯄᯑ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ’ᯒ ᯋᯄᯀᯃᮍ

ᮁᮦᯘᯀᯀᯀᯀᯇᯇᯇᮀᮁ

ᮠᯅᯓᯄᯑ ᯀ ᯁᯑᯈᯄᯅ ᯑᯎᯔᯓᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯎᯁᯋᯈᯍᯒ ᯅᯎᯑᯂᯈᯁᯋᯘ ᯑᯄᯆᯑᯎᯔᯏᯄᯃᮋ ᯀᯒ ᯓᯇᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯏᯔᯋᯋᯄᯃ ᯁᯘ ᯈᯍᯕᯈᯒᯈᯁᯋᯄ ᯒᯓᯑᯈᯍᯆᯒ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯀᯁᯎᯕᯄᮍ

᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯁᯋᯈᯍᯊᯄᯃᮋ ᯒᯏᯎᯓᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯇᯔᯍᯂᯇᯄᯃ ᯅᯈᯆᯔᯑᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯎᯁᯋᯈᯍ ᯒᯇᯀᯌᯀᯍ ᯀᯌᯈᯃᯒᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯈᯋᯋᯎᯖᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯌᯎᯊᯄ ᯎᯔᯓᯒᯈᯃᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯄᯒᯓᯄᯑᯍ ᯆᯀᯓᯄᮍ

ᮨᯓᯒ ᯒᯓᯀᯅᯅᮋ ᯀᯃᯎᯑᯍᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯀ ᯇᯔᯌᯀᯍ ᯒᯊᯔᯋᯋᮋ ᯂᯀᯑᯕᯄᯃ ᯂᯑᯈᯌᯒᯎᯍ ᯒᯈᯆᯈᯋᯒ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯄᯀᯑᯓᯇ—ᯄᯀᯂᯇ ᯒᯓᯑᯎᯊᯄ ᯒᯄᯍᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯑᯄᯌᯎᯑᯒ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯑᯎᯔᯍᯃᮍ

ᮁᮨᯓ’ᯒ ᯀ ᯁᯋᯎᯎᯃ ᯑᯈᯓᯔᯀᯋᮀᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯖᯇᯈᯑᯋᯄᯃ ᯀᯑᯎᯔᯍᯃᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄ ᯇᯀᯈᯑ ᯖᯇᯈᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯁᯘ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯂᯎᯑᯂᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯖᯈᯍᯃᮍ

᮳ᯇᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯇᯀᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯒᯄᯄᯍ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯄᯗᯀᯂᯓ ᯒᯂᯄᯍᯀᯑᯈᯎ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯖᯎᯑᯋᯃᮋ ᯈᯍ ᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯓᯎᯑᯈᯄᯒᮋ ᯒᯔᯂᯇ ᯈᯌᯀᯆᯄᯑᯘ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯎᯍᯋᯘ ᯌᯄᯀᯍ ᯎᯍᯄ ᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ—ᯀ ᯅᯎᯑᯁᯈᯃᯃᯄᯍ ᯒᯀᯂᯑᯈᯅᯈᯂᯈᯀᯋ ᯑᯈᯓᯄᮍ

ᮠᯒ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯒᯏᯎᯊᯄᮋ ᯀ ᯓᯇᯔᯍᯃᯄᯑᯎᯔᯒ ᯑᯔᯌᯁᯋᯄ ᯄᯑᯔᯏᯓᯄᯃ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯁᯄᯍᯄᯀᯓᯇ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯄᯀᯑᯓᯇᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯒᯇᯀᯌᯀᯍ ᯃᯑᯎᯕᯄ ᯈᯓᯒ ᯒᯓᯀᯅᯅ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯄᯍᯓᯄᯑ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯋᯎᯎᯃ ᯀᯑᯑᯀᯘᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯃᯎᯙᯄᯍᯒ ᯎᯅ ᯆᯎᯁᯋᯈᯍ ᯂᯎᯑᯏᯒᯄᯒ ᯓᯖᯈᯓᯂᯇᯄᯃ ᯁᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄ ᯑᯈᯒᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯅᯄᯄᯓᮍ

ᮨᯋᯀᯘᯑᯀ’ᯒ ᯁᯋᯀᯃᯄ ᯅᯋᯀᯒᯇᯄᯃ ᯓᯎᯖᯀᯑᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯔᯍᯃᯄᯀᯃ ᯏᯔᯏᯏᯄᯓᯒᮋ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯇᯀᯌᯀᯍ ᯎᯍᯋᯘ ᯂᯀᯂᯊᯋᯄᯃ ᯌᯀᯋᯈᯂᯈᯎᯔᯒᯋᯘᮋ ᯂᯋᯔᯓᯂᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯓᯒ ᯒᯓᯀᯅᯅ ᯀᯒ ᯈᯓ ᯒᯂᯑᯀᯌᯁᯋᯄᯃ ᯓᯎᯖᯀᯑᯃ—

ᮁᮭᯎᯑᯓᯇᯖᯄᯒᯓᮀᮁ

ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ’ᯒ ᯕᯎᯈᯂᯄ ᯒᯔᯃᯃᯄᯍᯋᯘ ᯄᯂᯇᯎᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯄᯕᯄᯑᯘᯎᯍᯄ’ᯒ ᯌᯈᯍᯃᯒᮍ ᮲ᯇᯄ ᯒᯎᯀᯑᯄᯃ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯀᯈᯑᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯓᯀᯅᯅ ᯆᯀᯓᯇᯄᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯓᯀᯑᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯀᯓ ᯈᯓᯒ ᯓᯈᯏ ᯁᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄ ᯔᯍᯋᯄᯀᯒᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯀ ᯑᯀᯃᯈᯀᯍᯓ ᯁᯋᯀᯒᯓ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯒᯇᯀᯓᯓᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯍᯆᯎᯈᯍᯆ ᯑᯈᯓᯔᯀᯋᮍ

ᮨᯋᯀᯘᯑᯀ ᯌᯎᯕᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯏᯔᯑᯒᯔᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯅᯋᯄᯄᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯇᯀᯌᯀᯍ ᯀᯋᯎᯍᯄᮋ ᯁᯔᯓ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯂᯀᯔᯆᯇᯓ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯖᯑᯈᯒᯓᮍ

ᮁᮣᯎᯍ’ᯓᮍ ᮲ᯎᯌᯄᯎᯍᯄ ᯄᯋᯒᯄ ᯖᯈᯋᯋ ᯇᯀᯍᯃᯋᯄ ᯈᯓᮍᮁ

ᮁ᮶ᯇᯀᯓᮞ ᮨᯅ ᯖᯄ ᯃᯎᯍ’ᯓ ᯇᯔᯑᯑᯘᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ’ᯋᯋ ᯄᯒᯂᯀᯏᯄᮀᮁ

ᮁ᮳ᯇᯄᯘ ᯖᯎᯍ’ᯓᮍᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯒᯓᯎᯎᯃ ᯂᯀᯋᯌᯋᯘᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯍᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯁᯑᯄᯄᯙᯄ ᯒᯓᯈᯑᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯁᯋᯎᯎᯃᯒᯓᯀᯈᯍᯄᯃ ᯇᯀᯈᯑ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯓᯀᯓᯓᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯃᯑᯄᯒᯒᮍ ᮁ᮫ᯈᯒᯓᯄᯍᮍ ᮶ᯇᯀᯓ ᯃᯎ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯇᯄᯀᯑᮞᮁ

ᮁᮦᯎᯁᯋᯈᯍ ᯒᯂᯑᯄᯀᯌᯒᮍᮁ

ᮨᯋᯀᯘᯑᯀ ᯅᯑᯎᯖᯍᯄᯃᮍ ᮁᮠᯍᯃ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯅᯎᯎᯓᯒᯓᯄᯏᯒᮍᮁ

ᮁ᮫ᯈᯒᯓᯄᯍ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᮍᮁ

᮳ᯇᯔᯃᮍ ᮳ᯇᯔᯃᮍ ᮳ᯇᯔᯃᮍ

ᮨᯋᯀᯘᯑᯀ ᯓᯈᯋᯓᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯇᯄᯀᯃ ᯒᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᯋᯘᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯒᯎᯔᯍᯃ ᯑᯄᯀᯂᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯄᯀᯑᯒ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯈᯍᯃᯄᯄᯃ ᯔᯍᯈᯅᯎᯑᯌ—

᮶ᯀᯈᯓᮍ

᮴ᯍᯈᯅᯎᯑᯌᮞᮀ

ᮧᯄᯑ ᯒᯈᯋᯕᯄᯑᮌᯆᯑᯀᯘ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯖᯈᯃᯄᯍᯄᯃ ᯀᯁᯑᯔᯏᯓᯋᯘᮍ

ᮡᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯅᯈᯑᯒᯓ ᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯎᯅ ᯃᯀᯖᯍ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯏᯈᯄᯑᯂᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯋᯎᯔᯃᯒᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯑᯎᯘᯀᯋ ᯆᯔᯀᯑᯃᯒ’ ᯒᯈᯋᯕᯄᯑ ᯀᯑᯌᯎᯑ ᯆᯋᯄᯀᯌᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯀ ᯃᯔᯋᯋ ᯒᯇᯄᯄᯍ ᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯄᯍᯃ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯈᯑᯓ ᯑᯎᯀᯃᮍ

ᮁ᮫ᯎᯎᯒᯄᮀ ᮫ᯎᯎᯒᯄ ᯀᯑᯑᯎᯖᯒᮀᮁ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯌᯀᯍ ᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯅᯑᯎᯍᯓ ᯃᯑᯄᯖ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯒᯖᯎᯑᯃ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯂᯎᯌᯌᯀᯍᯃᯄᯃᮋ ᮁ᮫ᯄᯀᯕᯄ ᯍᯎᯍᯄ ᯀᯋᯈᯕᯄᮀᮁ

ᮠᯌᯈᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯑᯄᯒᯎᯍᯀᯍᯓ ᯓᯖᯀᯍᯆ ᯎᯅ ᯇᯄᯀᯕᯘ ᯂᯑᯎᯒᯒᯁᯎᯖᯒᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯇᯀᯌᯀᯍ’ᯒ ᯒᯊᯔᯋᯋ—ᯀᯋᯎᯍᯆ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯈᯓᯒ ᯒᯓᯀᯅᯅ—ᯖᯀᯒ ᯍᯀᯈᯋᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯎᯍᯄ ᯖᯀᯋᯋᮋ ᯃᯀᯑᯊ ᯁᯋᯎᯎᯃ ᯎᯎᯙᯈᯍᯆ ᯃᯎᯖᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯑᯎᯂᯊ ᯅᯀᯂᯄᮍ

᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯒᯋᯔᯌᯏᯄᯃ ᯎᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯌᯎᯋᯃᯄᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯑᯔᯈᯍᯒᮋ ᯖᯀᯓᯂᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯀᯑᯑᯈᯕᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯎᯋᯃᯈᯄᯑᯒᮋ ᯀ ᯓᯑᯈᯔᯌᯏᯇᯀᯍᯓ ᯒᯌᯈᯋᯄ ᯅᯈᯍᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯆᯑᯀᯂᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯋᯈᯏᯒᮍ

᮲ᯔᯂᯂᯄᯒᯒᮍ

᮳ᯇᯈᯒ ᯓᯈᯌᯄᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯓᯑᯔᯋᯘ ᯒᯔᯂᯂᯄᯄᯃᯄᯃᮍᮍᮍ

ᮡᯄᯒᯈᯃᯄ ᯇᯄᯑᮋ ᮨᯋᯀᯘᯑᯀ ᯒᯈᯋᯄᯍᯓᯋᯘ ᯂᯑᯎᯔᯂᯇᯄᯃᮋ ᯒᯖᯎᯑᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯇᯀᯍᯃᮍ ᮁᮤᯕᯄᯍ ᯈᯍ ᯇᯈᯍᯃᯒᯈᯆᯇᯓᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯑᯈᯒᯊ ᯎᯅ ᯆᯎᯈᯍᯆ ᯔᯏ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯎᯔᯍᯓᯀᯈᯍ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯓᯎᯎ ᯆᯑᯄᯀᯓᮍ ᮠᯍᯃ ᯋᯄᯀᯕᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯎᯖᯍᯒᯏᯄᯎᯏᯋᯄ ᯓᯎ ᯃᯄᯅᯄᯍᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯀᯓᯄ ᯀᯋᯎᯍᯄ—ᯖᯄᯑᯄᯍ’ᯓ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯀᯅᯑᯀᯈᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯄᯅᯄᯍᯒᯄᯒ ᯖᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯂᯎᯋᯋᯀᯏᯒᯄᮞ ᮳ᯇᯀᯓ ᯖᯄ’ᯃ ᯋᯎᯒᯄᮞᮁ

ᮁ᮫ᯎᯒᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯒᯍ’ᯓ ᯒᯇᯀᯌᯄᯅᯔᯋᮍ ᮶ᯇᯀᯓ’ᯒ ᯒᯇᯀᯌᯄᯅᯔᯋ ᯈᯒ ᯍᯎᯓ ᯃᯀᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯎ ᯅᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯕᯈᯂᯓᯎᯑᯘᮍᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯂᯔᯑᯋᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯋᯈᯏᯒᮋ ᯆᯀᯙᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯅᯀᯈᯍᯓ ᯆᯋᯎᯖ ᯎᯅ ᯃᯀᯖᯍ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯈᯒᯓᯀᯍᯓ ᯇᯎᯑᯈᯙᯎᯍᮍ

ᮁᮨᯍ ᯌᯘ ᯄᯘᯄᯒᮋ ᯑᯄᯒᯈᯆᯍᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯈᯒ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯎᯒᯓ ᯒᯇᯀᯌᯄᯅᯔᯋ ᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆᮍᮁ

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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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