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

Chapter 24

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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᮰ᮉᮕᮣᮺ ᮒᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮘᮕᮑᮦᮕᮞᮣᮯ ᮄᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮕᮨᮠᮜᮟᮣᮙᮦᮕ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮢᮑᮠᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮔᮙᮦᮙᮞᮕ ᮝᮑᮗᮙᮓᮼ ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮑᮣ ᮧᮕ ᮘᮕᮜᮔ ᮟᮥᮢ ᮗᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔᮺ ᮧᮕ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮠᮥᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮑᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮼ ᮉᮕᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮟᮥᮢ ᮟᮖ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮧᮙᮠᮕᮔ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮟᮒᮜᮙᮞᮣ ᮟᮖ ᯜᮟᮢᮤᮘ ᯛᮟᮥᮞᮤᮑᮙᮞ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮣᮤᮢᮕᮞᮗᮤᮘ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮠᮑᮢᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮤᮥᮢᮞᮯ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮣᮥᮢᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟᮧᮞᮣᮖᮟᮜᮛ ᮛᮞᮕᮜᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮥᮞᮙᮣᮟᮞᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮖᮑᮓᮕᮣ ᮖᮙᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮙᮔᮕᮞᮤᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᮗᮢᮑᮤᮙᮤᮥᮔᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮢᮕᮦᮕᮢᮕᮞᮓᮕᮼ

ᮃᮟᮝᮕ ᮧᮕᮠᮤ ᮡᮥᮙᮕᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮣ ᮓᮜᮑᮣᮠᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮣᮙᮜᮕᮞᮤ ᮠᮢᮑᮩᮕᮢᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮝᮟᮣᮤ ᮣᮙᮝᮠᮜᮩ ᮗᮑ᮪ᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮟᮥᮢ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮒᮢᮙᮝᮝᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮑᮞᮛᮖᮥᮜᮞᮕᮣᮣᮼ

᮰ᮄᮘᮕᮩ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮧᮢᮑᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮒᮥᮢᮙᮑᮜ ᮣᮘᮢᮟᮥᮔᮣ ᮒᮩ ᮞᮟᮧᮼ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮟᮜᮔ ᮒᮜᮑᮓᮛᮣᮝᮙᮤᮘ ᮣᮤᮑᮒᮙᮜᮙ᮪ᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮧᮟᮥᮞᮔᮕᮔ ᮝᮑᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮒᮢᮟᮛᮕᮞ ᮑᮢᮝ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑᮞ ᮙᮢᮟᮞ ᮠᮜᮑᮤᮕᮼ ᮰ᯖᮑᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮑᮢᮢᮙᮦᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮜᮙᮦᮕᮣ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮜᮟᮣᮤᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᯏ ᮜᮙᮞᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮔᮢᮕᮞ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮧᮢᮙᮗᮗᮜᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮢᮟᮧᮔᮼ ᯏᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮢᮟᮞᮤᮺ ᮑ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮒᮢᮑᮙᮔᮕᮔ ᮘᮑᮙᮢ ᮓᮑᮢᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮑᮞ ᮟᮑᮛ ᮒᮑᮢᮢᮕᮜ ᮤᮑᮜᮜᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖᮺ ᮙᮤᮣ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮕᮞᮤᮣ—ᮣᮙᮓᮛᮜᮩᮻᮣᮧᮕᮕᮤ ᮘᮟᮞᮕᮩ—ᮝᮙᮞᮗᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮤᮑᮝᮝᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮓᮟᮞᮖᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞᯈ ᮰ᯛᮻᯛᮑᮝᮑ ᮣᮑᮙᮔᮼᮼᮼ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮙᮞᮕᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮟᮖᮖᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮢᮟᮕᮣᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮢᮠᮕᮞᮤᮕᮢ᮵ᮣ ᮓᮢᮑᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮥᮝᮒ ᮥᮞᮓᮟᮞᮣᮓᮙᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩ ᮢᮥᮒᮒᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮢᮥᮙᮣᮕ ᮟᮞ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮼ

᮰ᯗ᮵ᮔ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮠᮢᮕᮠᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮟᮝᮒᮣᮤᮟᮞᮕᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮟᮖᮖᮙᮞᮣᮼ᮰

ᯖᮙᮣ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮤᮘᮺ ᮔᮢᮩ ᮑᮣ ᮖᮑᮜᮜᮕᮞ ᮜᮕᮑᮦᮕᮣᮺ ᮒᮢᮥᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮣᮤ ᮑ ᮤᮕᮑᮢᮔᮢᮟᮠ ᮤᮢᮕᮝᮒᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮞ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔᮕᮢᮼ ᮰ᮄᮘᮢᮕᮕ ᮘᮥᮞᮔᮢᮕᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮧᮕᮞᮤᮩ ᮠᮙᮞᮕ ᮠᮜᮑᮞᮛᮣ—ᮑᮜᮜ ᮢᮕᮠᮥᮢᮠᮟᮣᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮝᮟᮢᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮒᮑᮞᮡᮥᮕᮤ ᮤᮑᮒᮜᮕᮣ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮦᮙᮓᮤᮟᮢᮩ ᮖᮕᮑᮣᮤᮯ᮰

ᯏᮝᮙᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮘᮕᮕᮢᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮥᮑᮢᮔᮣ ᮗᮑᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮑᮣ ᮧᮕᮜᮜᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮕᮨᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞᮣ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮙᮓᮑᮤᮕᮔᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮧᮟᮢᮔᮣ ᮓᮑᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮑᮤᮣᮼ

ᯗᮢᮕᮩᮑ ᮢᮑᮙᮣᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮼ

᮰ᯚᮕᮑᮦᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮞᮥᮠ ᮤᮟ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑᮜᮜᮼ᮰

ᯛᮕᮑᮞᮧᮘᮙᮜᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮔᮑᮢᮜᮙᮞᮗᮣᮺ ᯚᮙᮦᮩᮑ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕᮺ ᮖᮜᮥᮣᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔᮜᮩ ᮧᮕᮑᮦᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮛᮞᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮢᮟᮧᮔᮼ

᮰ᮅᮠᮺ ᮥᮠᮯ ᯕᮟᮟᮔᮞᮕᮣᮣᮺ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮤᮢᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮘᮟᮢᮤᮕᮞ ᮝᮩ ᮜᮙᮖᮕᮣᮠᮑᮞᯍᮯ᮰ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮘᮟᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮑᮞᮨᮙᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩᮼ ᮰ᯗᮻᯗ ᮝᮕᮑᮞᮺ ᮣᮥᮢᮕᮺ ᮧᮕ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮗᮢᮕᮑᮤᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ’ᮤ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮩᮟᮥᮯ ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕᮜᮦᮕᮣ ᮤᮟᮟᮯ ᮇᮕ’ᮢᮕ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮠᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ ᮟᮖ ᯓᮜᮤᮟᮞ ᮄᮟᮧᮞᮺ ᮣᮟ ᮚᮥᮣᮤᮼᮼᮼ ᮛᮕᮕᮠ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮞᮛᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤᮣᮺ ᮑᮜᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᯍ ᮅᮠᮺ ᮥᮠᮯ᮰

᮰ᯓᮨᮑᮓᮤᮜᮩᮼᮼᮼ᮰ ᯚᮙᮦᮩᮑ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮕᮔ ᮗᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮒᮕᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮜᮠ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮩᮟᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮖᮕᮕᮤᮼ ᮰ᮇᮕ’ᮢᮕ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮑᮝᮕᮼ ᯜᮟ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮑᮒᮑᮞᮔᮟᮞ ᮕᮑᮓᮘ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮼ᮰

ᯝᮞᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮃᮑᮞᮔᮢᮑ ᮤᮢᮥᮔᮗᮕ ᮟᮦᮕᮢᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮣ ᮘᮑᮞᮗᮙᮞᮗ ᮜᮙᮝᮠᮜᮩᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮨᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮣᮤᮙᮖᮖ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮥᮞᮕᮑᮣᮕᮼ

᮰ᯗᮼᮼᮼ ᯗ’ᮝ ᮣᮟᮢᮢᮩᮼ ᯗ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮘᮑᮦᮕᮼᮼᮼ᮰

᮰ᯗᮤ’ᮣ ᮖᮙᮞᮕᮼ ᯗᮤ’ᮣ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮑᮣᮤᮼ ᮉᮟᮥ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮞᮟᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮢᮟᮞᮗᮼ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮩᮑ ᮜᮙᮖᮤᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮗᮑ᮪ᮕᮼ ᮀᮕᮢᮘᮑᮠᮣ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮕᮨᮠᮕᮢᮙᮕᮞᮓᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮑ ᮝᮟᮞᮥᮝᮕᮞᮤᮑᮜ ᮕᮦᮕᮞᮤᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮞᮟ ᮜᮟᮞᮗᮕᮢ ᮓᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮢᮙᮦᮙᮑᮜ ᮝᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢᮣ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮥᮞᮠᮑᮙᮔ ᮢᮕᮞᮤ ᮟᮢ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮛᮙᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮟᮥᮤᮼ ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮞᮑᮤᮥᮢᮑᮜᮼ

᮰ᯗᮼᮼᮼ ᯗ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮖᮟᮢᮗᮙᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮜᮟᮜᮙ ᮑᮓᮤᮕᮔᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮗᮥᮙᮜᮤ ᮗᮞᮑᮧᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮃᮑᮞᮔᮢᮑᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮢᮑᮙᮣᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮘᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮜᮑᮠ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖᮺ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮖᮟᮢ ᯚᮙᮦᮩᮑ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮑᮤᮓᮘ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮢᮙᮣᮤᮼ

᮰ᯓᮦᮕᮢᮩᮟᮞᮕ ᮘᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮟᮧᮞ ᮣᮤᮑᮞᮓᮕᮼ ᮄᮘᮕᮢᮕ’ᮣ ᮞᮟ ᮑᮒᮣᮟᮜᮥᮤᮕ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮟᮢ ᮧᮢᮟᮞᮗ—ᮤᮘᮑᮤ’ᮣ ᮑᮜᮜᮼ᮰

ᮇᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮜᮕᮤ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮑ ᮒᮙᮗ ᮩᮑᮧᮞᮼ

᮰ᮇᮕ’ᮦᮕ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮟᮞ ᮕᮔᮗᮕ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮟᮥᮤ ᮣᮜᮕᮕᮠᮼ ᯚᮕᮤ’ᮣ ᮢᮕᮣᮤᮼ᮰

᮰ᮇᮟᮟᮻᮘᮟᮟ—ᮯ᮰

ᯏᮝᮙᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮜᮑᮝᮟᮢᮺ ᯓᮜᮤᮟᮞ—ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮜᮙᮦᮕᮜᮩ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮤᮟᮧᮞ—ᮣᮕᮤᮤᮜᮕᮔ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮡᮥᮙᮕᮤᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮡᮥᮙᮕᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮕᮝᮠᮟᮢᮑᮢᮩᮼ ᯝᮞᮓᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮟᮧᮞᮣᮖᮟᮜᮛ ᮑᮧᮟᮛᮕᮺ ᮦᮙᮗᮟᮢ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮦᮙᮤᮑᮜᮙᮤᮩ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮖᮜᮟᮟᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮢᮕᮕᮤᮣ ᮟᮞᮓᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮕᮼ

ᯗᮞ ᮑ ᮢᮑᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮥᮨᮥᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣ ᮢᮟᮟᮝᮺ ᯚᮙᮦᮩᮑ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮣᮑᮤ ᮟᮞ ᮣᮝᮑᮜᮜ ᮧᮟᮟᮔᮕᮞ ᮣᮤᮟᮟᮜᮣᮺ ᮣᮟᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮖᮕᮕᮤᮼ

᮰ᮅᮗᮘᮺ ᯗ’ᮝ ᮔᮕᮑᮔ ᮤᮙᮢᮕᮔᮯ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮒᮜᮟᮞᮔᮕ ᮤᮘᮢᮕᮧ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮢᮝᮣ ᮥᮠ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮤᮢᮕᮤᮓᮘᮕᮔᮺ ᮙᮞᮕᮦᮙᮤᮑᮒᮜᮩ ᮒᮥᮝᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮜᮟᮜᮙᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮜᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮜᮙᮖᮤᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮖᮟᮟᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮜᮑᮝᮠᮕᮔ ᮔᮟᮧᮞ ᮘᮑᮢᮔ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮜᮟᮞᮔᮕ’ᮣ ᮤᮟᮕᮣᮼ ᮰ᮄᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮝᮩ ᮑᮣᮣᮯ᮰

᮰ᮅᮗᮘᮺ ᯗ ᮔᮥᮞᮞᮟᮺ ᯗ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮖᮕᮕᮜ ᮕᮨᮘᮑᮥᮣᮤᮕᮔᮼ᮰

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮖᮜᮟᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮒᮑᮓᮛᮧᮑᮢᮔᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔ ᮜᮑᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮔᮗᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮔᮼ ᯖᮕᮢ ᮗᮟᮜᮔᮕᮞ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮞᮔᮣ ᮖᮑᮞᮞᮕᮔ ᮝᮕᮣᮣᮙᮜᮩ ᮑᮓᮢᮟᮣᮣ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔᮺ ᮑᮔᮟᮢᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮖᮑᮓᮕᮼ ᯗᮞ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮠᮟᮣᮙᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮥᮤᮤᮟᮞᮣ ᮟᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮜᮟᮥᮣᮕ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮔᮑᮞᮗᮕᮢᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩ ᮓᮜᮟᮣᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮟᮠᮠᮙᮞᮗᮼ

᮰ᯖᮥᮖᮖᮮ ᯖᮥᮖᮖᮮ᮰

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮒᮜᮕᮧ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮑᮞᮗᮣ ᮑᮧᮑᮩ ᮙᮔᮜᮩᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑ᮪ᮥᮢᮕ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮜᮑᮞᮛᮜᮩ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮕᮙᮜᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᮰ᯖᮕᮩᮺ ᯚᮟᮢᮙᮺ ᮧᮕᮙᮢᮔ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ—ᯗ’ᮦᮕ ᮞᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮑᮓᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮖᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮣᮧᮟᮢᮔ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕᮼ ᯚᮙᮛᮕᮺ ᮑᮤ ᮝᮟᮣᮤᮺ ᯗ’ᮦᮕ ᮠᮜᮑᮩᮕᮔ ᯐᮕᮑᮤ ᮃᮑᮒᮕᮢᮼ ᯐᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᯗ ᮘᮕᮜᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮢᮑᮠᮙᮕᮢᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮖᮕᮜᮤᮼᮼᮼ ᮧᮕᮙᮢᮔᮜᮩ ᮖᮑᮝᮙᮜᮙᮑᮢᮼ᮰

᮰ᯒᮙᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮣᮑᮩ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮣᮧᮟᮢᮔᮣᮝᮑᮞᮣᮘᮙᮠ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮕᮤᮙᮡᮥᮕᮤᮤᮕ ᮜᮕᮣᮣᮟᮞᮣ ᮑᮤ ᮘᮟᮝᮕᯍ᮰

᮰ᮅᮗᮘᮺ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮼ ᯗᮤ’ᮣ ᮜᮙᮛᮕᮼᮼᮼ ᯗ’ᮦᮕ ᮑᮓᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮖᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕᮼ ᯚᮙᮛᮕ ᯗ’ᮦᮕ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮛᮙᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕᮼ ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮑᮔᮕ ᮝᮩ ᮒᮟᮔᮩ ᮢᮕᮑᮓᮤ ᮟᮞ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮙᮞᮓᮤ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮔᮑᮞᮗᮕᮢ ᮓᮑᮝᮕᮼ᮰

᮰ᯖᮙᮣᮣᮼ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮩᮑ’ᮣ ᮢᮕᮔ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮖᮜᮙᮓᮛᮕᮢᮕᮔᮼ

ᮃᮟᮺ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮧᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮕᮢᮑᮣᮕᮔ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩᮟᮞᮕ—ᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮞᮤᮙᮢᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔ’ᮣ ᮠᮢᮟᮗᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞ—ᮖᮟᮢᮓᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮤ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮤᮟ ᮑ ᮣᮠᮕᮓᮙᮖᮙᮓ ᮠᮟᮙᮞᮤᯍ

ᯑᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮠᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮢᮕᮤᮑᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮝᮕᮝᮟᮢᮙᮕᮣᮼᮼᮼᯍ

᮰ᯜᮟᮧ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮝᮕᮞᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮙᮤᮮ᮰

ᯔᮜᮟᮢᮑ ᮛᮞᮕᮜᮤ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮣᮕᮙ᮪ᮑ ᮠᮟᮣᮙᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮢᮕᮣᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ’ᮣ ᮘᮕᮑᮔ ᮟᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮜᮥᮣᮘ ᮤᮘᮙᮗᮘᮣ ᮧᮘᮙᮜᮕ ᮣᮤᮢᮟᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ’ᮣ ᮓᮘᮕᮕᮛᮼ ᮰ᯗ ᮖᮕᮕᮜ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮝᮩ ᮙᮞᮓᮑᮞᮤᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮣᮠᮕᮕᮔ ᮘᮑᮣ ᮗᮟᮤᮤᮕᮞ ᮖᮑᮣᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮟᮟᮮ᮰

᮰ᯛᮝᮝᮼᮼᮼ ᮇᮻᮇᮕᮜᮜᮺ ᮑᮞᮩᮧᮑᮩᮺ ᮙᮤ’ᮣ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮔéᮚà ᮦᮥ ᮟᮢ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯔᮜᮟᮢᮑ ᮜᮟᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮕᮩᮕᮣᮼ ᯗᮞᮣᮤᮑᮞᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮜᮟᮞᮔᮕ’ᮣ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮖᮜᮥᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮓᮢᮙᮝᮣᮟᮞᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮟᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮒᮜᮟᮧᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮑᮞᮗᮣᮺ ᮣᮤᮟᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮖᮜᮑᮙᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮣᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮣᮡᮥᮕᮕ᮪ᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮣᮘᮥᮤᮼ

ᯏ ᮡᮥᮕᮣᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮞᮑᮗᮗᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮘᮕᮢᯈ

ᯖᮑᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮖᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮒᮩ ᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮠᮙᮞᮛᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮑᮜᮟᮞᮕᯍ

ᯜᮟᮤ ᮤᮟᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤᮼ ᯜᮟᮤ ᮒᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮦᮕᮣ ᮟᮖ ᯜᮟᮢᮤᮘ ᯛᮟᮥᮞᮤᮑᮙᮞᮼ ᮃᮟᮝᮕᮧᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮕᮜᮣᮕᮼ ᮇᮙᮤᮘᮟᮥᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮑᮢᮗᮑᮙᮞᮻᮒᮙᮞ ᮒᮕᮣᮤᮙᮕ ᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮙᮓᮕ ᮡᮥᮕᮕᮞᮼ ᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮠᮙᮞᮛᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᮼ

ᯚᮟᮗᮙᮓᮑᮜᮜᮩᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ’ᮔ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮛᮞᮟᮧᮞ ᯔᮜᮟᮢᮑ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮘᮑᮜᮖ ᮑ ᮔᮑᮩᮼ ᮉᮕᮤᮺ ᮙᮞᮕᮨᮠᮜᮙᮓᮑᮒᮜᮩᮺ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮙᮞᮔᮕᮣᮓᮢᮙᮒᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮜᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮕᮔᮼ

᮰ᮅᮗᮘᮯ ᮇᮘᮑᮤᮕᮦᮕᮢᮯ ᯚᮟᮢᮙᮺ ᮧᮕ ᮤᮟᮤᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮣᮓᮟᮢᮕᮔ ᮒᮙᮗ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮺ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᯍ᮰

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮢᮕᮟᮠᮕᮞᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮣᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮢᮩ ᮗᮑ᮪ᮕ ᮣᮘᮙᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮑᮝᮕ ᮰ᮣᮓᮢᮕᮧ ᮙᮤᮺ ᮜᮕᮤ’ᮣ ᮝᮟᮦᮕ ᮖᮟᮢᮧᮑᮢᮔ᮰ ᮕᮞᮕᮢᮗᮩ ᮑᮣ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮕᮣᮤᮙᮕᮼ ᮰ᮇᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮟᮟᮤᮺ ᮧᮕ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮗᮕᮤ ᮑᮤ ᮜᮕᮑᮣᮤ ᮘᮑᮜᮖᮺ ᮩᮕᮑᮘᯍ ᮄᮘᮑᮤ ᮝᮕᮑᮞᮣ ᮑ ᮖᮑᮤ ᮠᮑᮩᮔᮑᮩᮺ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᯍᮯ᮰

᮰ᮉᮻᮉᮕᮑᮘᮯ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮩᮑᮺ ᮣᮧᮕᮠᮤ ᮥᮠ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮨᮓᮙᮤᮕᮝᮕᮞᮤᮺ ᮣᮘᮕᮜᮦᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮜᮖᮻᮖᮟᮢᮝᮕᮔ ᮓᮟᮞᮓᮜᮥᮣᮙᮟᮞᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮧᮙᮣᮤᮕᮔ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮗᮢᮙᮞᮺ ᮠᮟᮙᮞᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟᮧᮑᮢᮔ ᮔᮙᮣᮤᮑᮞᮤ ᯜᮟᮢᮤᮘ ᯛᮟᮥᮞᮤᮑᮙᮞᮼ ᮰ᮇᮙᮤᮘᮟᮥᮤ ᮥᮣᮺ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮧᮟᮞᯍ ᯝᮥᮢ ᮕᮖᮖᮟᮢᮤᮣ ᮝᮕᮢᮙᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮢᮕᮧᮑᮢᮔᮯ᮰

᮰ᯔᮜᮟᮢᮑᮺ ᮟᮥᮢ ᮗᮟᮟᮔ ᮔᮑᮩᮣ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮓᮟᮝᮙᮞᮗᮮᮯ᮰

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮣᮠᮢᮑᮞᮗ ᮥᮠᮺ ᮗᮢᮑᮒᮒᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮤᮟᮧᮕᮜ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮢᮩ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮕᮕᮤᮼ ᮰ᯐᮕᮤᮧᮕᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮠᮟᮙᮜᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮢᮑᮞᮣᮑᮓᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮟᮒᮜᮙᮞ ᮓᮑᮦᮕᮣᮺ ᮧᮕ’ᮢᮕ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮤ ᮔᮟ᮪ᮕᮞᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮗᮟᮜᮔ ᮓᮟᮙᮞᮣ ᮑᮤ ᮜᮕᮑᮣᮤᮯ ᯒᮥᮞᮞᮟ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮘᮟᮥᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮠᮢᮙᮓᮕᮣᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮜᮙᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮕᮞᮤᮢᮑᮜ ᮔᮙᮣᮤᮢᮙᮓᮤ’ᮜᮜ ᮒᮕ ᮑ ᮒᮢᮕᮕ᮪ᮕᮯ᮰

᮰ᯛᮘᮝᮻᮝᮘᮝᮮ ᮃᮟᮺ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ’ᮜᮜ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮔᮟ ᮤᮘᮕᮞᮮᯍ᮰

ᯔᮜᮟᮢᮑ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮕᮔ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮔᮟᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮣᮩᮢᮥᮠᮩᮻᮣᮧᮕᮕᮤ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮑᮨᮕᮔ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮒᮜᮟᮞᮔᮕ ᮒᮜᮥᮢᮤᮕᮔ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮑᮞᮤᮜᮩᯈ ᮰ᯝᮒᮦᮙᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩᮺ ᯗ’ᮝ ᮗᮟᮞᮞᮑ ᮒᮑᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮢᮙᮞᮓᮕᮣᮣᮯ ᯛᮩ ᮗᮟᮑᮜ ᮧᮟᮞ’ᮤ ᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ‘ᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᯗ’ᮝ ᮢᮙᮓᮘ—ᮙᮖ ᮑᮞᮩᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮞᮟᮧ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮩᮟᮥ’ᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮣᮤᮢᮟᮞᮗ ᮤᮟᮟᮺ ᮧᮕ ᮓᮑᮞ ᮤᮟᮤᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮟᮦᮕᮢᮤᮘᮢᮟᮧ ᮘᮕᮢᮯ᮰

᮰ᯛᮝᮯ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮜᮟᮜᮙ ᮔᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮕᮕᮤ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮖᮜᮟᮠᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮔᮺ ᮢᮟᮜᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮜᮕᮖᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᮼ ᮰ᯐᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕᮺ ᮧᮕ ᮧᮑᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕᮝᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮞᮟᮧ—ᮯ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮩᮑ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮢᮑᮙᮣᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮤᮙᮞᮩ ᮖᮙᮣᮤᮼ

᮰ᮇᮘᮟ ᮓᮜᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮙᮣᮞ’ᮤ ᮣᮕᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮣᮤᮟᮞᮕᮮ ᮇᮕ’ᮜᮜ ᮤᮑᮛᮕ ᮙᮤ ᮣᮤᮕᮠ ᮒᮩ ᮣᮤᮕᮠᮼ ᯔᮙᮢᮣᮤᮺ ᮑ ᮣᮝᮑᮜᮜ ᮗᮟᮑᮜᯈ ᮣᮞᮑᮗ ᮤᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮠᮢᮙᮞᮓᮕᮣᮣᮕᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮜᮑᮞᮔᮣᮼ ᮄᮘᮕᮞ ᮕᮨᮠᮑᮞᮔ ᮔᮟᮧᮞᮧᮑᮢᮔᮺ ᮣᮕᮙ᮪ᮕ ᮘᮑᮜᮖ ᮟᮖ ᯝᮣᮜᮟᮢᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮢᮕᮖᮟᮢᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮟᮤᮤᮕᮞ ᮕᮝᮠᮙᮢᮕᮯ᮰

᮰ᯖᮕᮜᮜ ᮩᮕᮑᮘᮺ ᯗ’ᮜᮜ ᮒᮕ ᮕᮝᮠᮕᮢᮟᮢᮮ᮰

᮰ᯖᮕᮩᮺ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮝᮕᯍ ᮉᮟᮥ’ᮢᮕ ᮔᮕᮖᮙᮞᮙᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮗᮟᮞᮞᮑ ᮒᮕ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮝᮩ ᮒᮟᮟᮤᮯ᮰

ᯏᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮤᮕᮢᮢᮟᮢᮣ ᮖᮑᮞᮤᮑᮣᮙ᮪ᮕᮔᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮟᮟᮢ ᮓᮢᮕᮑᮛᮕᮔ ᮟᮠᮕᮞᮼ

ᮂᮟᮩᮑᮜ ᮗᮥᮑᮢᮔᮣ ᮖᮙᮜᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮺ ᮕᮑᮓᮘ ᮔᮢᮟᮠᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮛᮞᮕᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮥᮠᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮖᮙᮣᮤᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮣᮑᮜᮥᮤᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮔᮼ

ᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮜᮟᮜᮙ ᮤᮙᮜᮤᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔᮺ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮕᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮤᮟ ᮢᮙᮣᮕ ᮶ᮞᮟ ᮞᮕᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮑᮞᮛ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮟᮒᮜᮙᮞ ᮕᮨᮤᮕᮢᮝᮙᮞᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ᮷ᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮕᮑᮔᮕᮢ ᮣᮠᮟᮛᮕᯈ

᮰ᮉᮟᮥᮢ ᯖᮙᮗᮘᮞᮕᮣᮣᮕᮣᮺ ᮧᮕ’ᮦᮕ ᮖᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮖᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮒᮟᮤᮘᮯ ᮇᮕ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮔᮕᮓᮕᮙᮦᮕᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮕᮠᮑᮢᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮩᮟᮥ—ᮠᮜᮕᮑᮣᮕᮺ ᮠᮥᮞᮙᮣᮘ ᮥᮣ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮟᮥᮢ ᮖᮑᮙᮜᮥᮢᮕᮯ᮰

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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