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

Chapter 25

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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᮳ᯇᯄ ᯓᯖᯎ ᯆᯈᯑᯋᯒ ᯄᯗᯂᯇᯀᯍᯆᯄᯃ ᯆᯋᯀᯍᯂᯄᯒ ᯁᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄ ᯐᯔᯈᯂᯊᯋᯘ ᯓᯔᯑᯍᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯖᯀᯘᮋ ᯒᯓᯀᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯀᯃᯎᯑᯀᯁᯋᯄ ᯂᯑᯄᯀᯓᯔᯑᯄᯒ ᯓᯇᯄᯘᮆᯃ ᯏᯈᯂᯊᯄᯃ ᯔᯏᮋ ᯔᯓᯓᯄᯑᯋᯘ ᯁᯄᯖᯈᯋᯃᯄᯑᯄᯃᮍ ᮁ¿ᮁ

ᮁ᮶ᮌ᮶ᯀᯈᯓᮋ ᯇᯎᯋᯃ ᯎᯍᮀᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯋᯄᯀᯏᯓ ᯎᯅᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯄᯃᮋ ᯁᯋᯈᯍᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯑᯀᯏᯈᯃᯋᯘ ᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯔᯀᯑᯃᯒᮍ ᮁ᮸ᮌ᮸ᯎᯔ ᯌᯔᯒᯓ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯑᯎᯍᯆ ᯏᯄᯎᯏᯋᯄᮀ ᮶ᯇᯀᯓ ᯃᯈᯃ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯒᯀᯘᮞᮀᮁ

ᮭᯄᯀᯑᯁᯘᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯀᯌᯏᯅᯈᯑᯄ ᯂᯑᯀᯂᯊᯋᯄᯃᮋ ᯈᯓᯒ ᯅᯋᯈᯂᯊᯄᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯆᯋᯈᯍᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯎᯅᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯋᯈᯍᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯌᯄᯃᯀᯋᯒ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯔᯀᯑᯃᯒᮆ ᯂᯇᯄᯒᯓᯒᮍ

ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯑᯄᯀᯂᯓᯄᯃ ᯅᯈᯑᯒᯓᮋ ᯂᯋᯀᯏᯏᯈᯍᯆ ᯀ ᯇᯀᯍᯃ ᯎᯕᯄᯑ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯌᯎᯔᯓᯇ ᯀᯒ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯄᯍᯓᯈᯑᯄ ᯁᯎᯃᯘ ᯖᯄᯍᯓ ᯂᯎᯋᯃᮍ ᮲ᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯔᯌᯁᯋᯄᯃ ᯁᯀᯂᯊᯖᯀᯑᯃ ᯔᯍᯂᯎᯍᯓᯑᯎᯋᯋᯀᯁᯋᯘᮍ

᮲ᯇᯄ ᯑᯄᯂᯎᯆᯍᯈᯙᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯎᯒᯄ ᯄᯌᯁᯋᯄᯌᯒ—ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯁᯄᯋᯎᯍᯆᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᮱ᯎᯘᯀᯋ ᮦᯔᯀᯑᯃᮍ

ᮁᮠᯋᯋ ᯇᯀᯈᯋ ᮧᯄᯑ ᮧᯈᯆᯇᯍᯄᯒᯒᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᮥᯈᯑᯒᯓ ᮯᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒᮀᮁ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯋᯄᯀᯃᯄᯑ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯔᯀᯑᯃᯒ ᯊᯍᯄᯋᯓ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯈᯑᯄᯂᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯎᯅ ᮨᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀᮋ ᯖᯇᯎ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯋᯄᯀᯍᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᯒᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯇᯄᯀᯃᯁᯎᯀᯑᯃᮋ ᯐᯔᯈᯄᯓᯋᯘ ᯏᯎᯋᯈᯒᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯖᯎᯑᯃᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯖᯄᯓ ᯂᯋᯎᯓᯇ ᯈᯍ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀᮆᯒ ᯇᯀᯍᯃ ᯏᯋᯎᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯅᯎᯎᯓᮌᯖᯀᯒᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯁᯀᯒᯈᯍᮍ

᮲ᯇᯄ ᯖᯀᯓᯂᯇᯄᯃ ᯀᯒ ᮨᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀ ᯒᯋᯎᯖᯋᯘ ᯒᯓᯑᯀᯈᯆᯇᯓᯄᯍᯄᯃ ᯔᯏᮍ ᮩᯔᯒᯓ ᯇᯎᯔᯑᯒ ᯀᯆᯎᮋ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯒᯈᯋᯕᯄᯑᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯁᯄᯀᯔᯓᯘ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯁᯄᯄᯍ ᯑᯄᯒᯂᯔᯄᯃ ᯁᯘ ᯇᯄᯑᮋ ᯅᯈᯆᯇᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯈᯃᯄ ᯁᯘ ᯒᯈᯃᯄ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᯒᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯎᯁᯋᯈᯍ ᯇᯎᯑᯃᯄᮍ ᮭᯎᯖᮋ ᯀᯍ ᯄᯓᯇᯄᯑᯄᯀᯋ ᯆᯋᯎᯖ—ᯓᯇᯄ ᯊᯈᯍᯃ ᯎᯍᯋᯘ ᯒᯄᯄᯍ ᯈᯍ ᯇᯎᯋᯘ ᯏᯎᯑᯓᯑᯀᯈᯓᯒ—ᯒᯇᯈᯌᯌᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯈᯋᯕᯄᯑ ᯋᯎᯂᯊᯒᮍ

ᮁ᮲ᮌ᮲ᯎᯌᯄᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆᮆᯒ ᯖᯑᯎᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑᯄᮍᮍᮍᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀᮆᯒ ᯕᯎᯈᯂᯄ ᯖᯀᯕᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯀᯒ ᯈᯅ ᯌᯔᯅᯅᯋᯄᯃ ᯁᯘ ᯖᯀᯓᯄᯑᮍ ᮤᯕᯄᯍ ᯃᯔᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯎᯁᯋᯈᯍ ᯁᯀᯓᯓᯋᯄᮋ ᯒᯇᯄᮆᯃ ᯍᯄᯕᯄᯑ ᯅᯄᯋᯓ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯃᯈᯙᯙᯘᮍ

ᮠ ᯋᯎᯔᯃᯄᯑ ᯂᯎᯌᯌᯎᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯄᯑᯔᯏᯓᯄᯃ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄᮆᯒ ᯒᯈᯃᯄᮍ

ᮁᮧᯎᯋᯘ ᯂᯑᯀᯏᮋ ᯘᯎᯔᮆᯑᯄ ᯀ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒᮞᮀ ᮡᯎᯓᯇ ᯎᯅ ᯘᯎᯔᮞᮀᮁ

᮲ᯇᯄ ᯅᯄᯋᯋ ᯁᯀᯂᯊ ᯎᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯄᯃᮋ ᯋᯄᯆᯒ ᯊᯈᯂᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯔᯒᯄᯋᯄᯒᯒᯋᯘ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᯒᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯇᯄᯄᯓᯒ ᯈᯍ ᯀ ᯅᯔᯓᯈᯋᯄ ᯀᯓᯓᯄᯌᯏᯓ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯂᯑᯀᯌᯁᯋᯄ ᯀᯖᯀᯘᮍ

ᮁ᮸ᯎᯔ ᯒᯀᯈᯃ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯁᯄᯈᯍᯆ ᯂᯇᯀᯒᯄᯃ ᯁᯘ ᯌᯎᯍᯒᯓᯄᯑᯒᮍᮍᮍᮁ

ᮁᮯᯑᯎᯁᯀᯁᯋᯘ ᯁᯘ ᯌᯘ ᯃᯄᯀᯑ ᯒᯈᯒᯓᯄᯑᯒ ᯎᯑ ᯁᯑᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑᯒᯝᮁ

ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ ᯓᯖᯈᯑᯋᯄᯃ ᯀ ᯒᯓᯑᯀᯍᯃ ᯎᯅ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯏᯈᯍᯊ ᯇᯀᯈᯑ ᯁᯄᯓᯖᯄᯄᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯅᯈᯍᯆᯄᯑᯒᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯌᯎᯎᯍᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯒᯔᯃᯃᯄᯍᯋᯘ ᯆᯑᯄᯖ ᯓᯇᯈᯂᯊ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯒᯘᯑᯔᯏᯘᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯇᯀᯈᯑᯏᯈᯍ ᯎᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯇᯄᯀᯃ ᯑᯈᯏᯏᯋᯄᯃ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯖᯀᯓᯄᯑᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯈᯋᯋᯔᯒᯈᯎᯍ ᯌᯄᯋᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯖᯀᯘ ᯓᯎ ᯑᯄᯕᯄᯀᯋ ᯀᯍ ᯈᯍᯋᯀᯈᯃ ᯑᯎᯒᯄ ᯏᯀᯓᯓᯄᯑᯍᮍ ᮁᮠᯅᯓᯄᯑ ᯀᯋᯋᮋ ᮥᯀᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯀᯋᯖᯀᯘᯒ ᯒᯀᯈᯃ ᯎᯍᯋᯘ ᯓᯇᯎᯒᯄ ᯖᯇᯎ ᯒᯔᯑᯕᯈᯕᯄ ᯓᯈᯋᯋ ᮢᯎᯑᯎᯍᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᮣᯀᯘ ᯀᯑᯄ ᯓᯑᯔᯄ ᯏᯇᯎᯄᯍᯈᯗᯄᯒᯝᮁ

ᮁᮤᯄᯊᮀᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯒᯓᯀᯆᯆᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯁᯀᯂᯊᮋ ᯒᯇᯀᯓᯓᯄᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯎᯎᯍᯋᯈᯓ ᯑᯄᯅᯋᯄᯂᯓᯈᯎᯍᯒ ᯔᯍᯃᯄᯑᯅᯎᯎᯓᮍ

ᮁᮭᮌᮭᯎ ᯖᯀᯘᮍᮍᮍ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯂᯀᯍᮆᯓ ᯁᯄ ᯑᯄᯀᯋᮍᮍᮍ ᯈᯓᮆᯒ ᯀᯋᯋᮍᮍᮍ ᯀ ᯋᯈᯄᮍᮍᮍᮁ

ᮡᯔᯓ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯖᯑᯈᯒᯓ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯒᯄᯈᯙᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯀᯍ ᯈᯑᯎᯍ ᯆᯑᯈᯏ ᯁᯘ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯈᯂᯄᮌᯂᯎᯋᯃ ᯁᯄᯀᯔᯓᯘ ᯁᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄ ᯇᯄᯑᮋ ᯘᯀᯍᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯅᯎᯑᯖᯀᯑᯃᮍ

ᮨᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀ ᯅᯋᯈᯂᯊᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯋᯄᯄᯕᯄᯒᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯎᯎᯍᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯀᯂᯂᯄᯍᯓᯔᯀᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯈᯌᯏᯄᯑᯈᯎᯔᯒ ᯀᯔᯓᯇᯎᯑᯈᯓᯘ ᯄᯓᯂᯇᯄᯃ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯁᯑᯎᯖᮍ

ᮁᮤᯕᯄᯍ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯓᯑᯄᯌᯁᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯋᯎᯎᯊᯒ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯀᯍ ᯈᯍᯕᯈᯓᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍᮍᮁ

᮲ᯇᯄ ᯖᯎᯔᯍᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯈᯋᯕᯄᯑ ᯂᯇᯀᯈᯍ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯇᯀᯈᯑ ᯀᯑᯎᯔᯍᯃ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀᮆᯒ ᯒᯓᯑᯔᯆᯆᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯖᯑᯈᯒᯓᯒᮋ ᯂᯎᯋᯃ ᯅᯈᯍᯆᯄᯑᯒ ᯓᯈᯋᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯈᯑᯋᮆᯒ ᯂᯇᯈᯍ ᯔᯏᮍ ᮁᮭᯎᯖᮍ ᮲ᯓᯈᯋᯋ ᯓᯇᯈᯍᯊ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯈᯒ ᯅᯀᯊᯄᮞᮁ

ᮠ ᯂᯇᯈᯋᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯅᯋᯎᯑᯀᯋ ᯒᯂᯄᯍᯓ ᯈᯍᯕᯀᯃᯄᯃ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀᮆᯒ ᯒᯏᯀᯂᯄ ᯀᯒ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯇᯀᯈᯍᯒ ᯓᯈᯍᯊᯋᯄᯃ ᯒᯎᯅᯓᯋᯘ ᯔᯍᯃᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯎᯎᯍᮍ

ᮧᯄᯑ ᯇᯄᯀᯑᯓ ᯏᯎᯔᯍᯃᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯋᯃᯋᯘᮋ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯓᯑᯔᯆᯆᯋᯄᯒ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯏᯀᯓᯇᯄᯓᯈᯂᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯖᯄᯀᯊ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᯒᯓ ᮨᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀᮆᯒ ᯒᯓᯑᯄᯍᯆᯓᯇᮍ

ᮧᯄᯋᯏᯋᯄᯒᯒᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯀᯑᯄᯃ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯎᯒᯄ ᯆᯋᯀᯂᯈᯀᯋ ᯄᯘᯄᯒᮋ ᯎᯕᯄᯑᯖᯇᯄᯋᯌᯄᯃ ᯁᯘ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯇᯄᯄᯑ ᯅᯎᯑᯂᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒᮆᯒ ᯏᯑᯄᯒᯄᯍᯂᯄᮍ

ᮁ᮶ᮌ᮶ᯇᯀᯓ ᯀᯑᯄ ᯘᯎᯔᮍᮍᮍ ᯏᯋᯀᯍᯍᯈᯍᯆᮍᮍᮍᮞᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀᮆᯒ ᯕᯎᯈᯂᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯁᯀᯑᯄᯋᯘ ᯀ ᯖᯇᯈᯒᯏᯄᯑᮋ ᯋᯀᯂᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯅᯄᯀᯑᮍ

ᮬᯄᯌᯎᯑᯈᯄᯒ ᯒᯔᯑᯅᯀᯂᯄᯃ—ᯎᯅ ᯁᯑᯀᯆᯆᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯎ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯁᯄᯒᯓ ᯅᯑᯈᯄᯍᯃᮍ

ᮨᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀ ᯀᯍᯃ ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯑᯎᯘᯀᯋᯓᯘᮍᮍᮍ

᮶ᯇᯈᯂᯇ ᯌᯄᯀᯍᯓ ᯓᯇᯄᯘᮆᯃ ᯇᯄᯀᯑᯃ ᯄᯕᯄᯑᯘ ᯖᯎᯑᯃ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᮁᮢᯎᯍᯐᯔᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯄ ᮯᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒᯄᯒᮁ ᯒᯂᯇᯄᯌᯄᮍ

ᮧᯄᯂᯊᮋ ᯒᯇᯄᮆᯃ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯀᯔᯃᯀᯂᯈᯓᯘ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯑᯄᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯄᯌ ᯀᯒ ᯌᯀᯈᯃᯒᮀ

ᮁᮦᯇᯊᮍᮍᮍᮁ

᮱ᯄᯀᯋᯈᯙᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯃᯀᯖᯍᯄᯃᮋ ᯂᯎᯋᯃ ᯒᯖᯄᯀᯓ ᯃᯑᯄᯍᯂᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀᮆᯒ ᯃᯄᯋᯈᯂᯀᯓᯄ ᯅᯑᯀᯌᯄᮍ

ᮨᯅ ᯎᯍᯋᯘ ᯒᯇᯄᮆᯃ ᯊᯍᯎᯖᯍ ᯖᯎᯌᯄᯍ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯀᯁᯃᯔᯂᯓ ᯖᯎᯌᯄᯍ ᯓᯎᯎᮍᮍᮍ

ᮭᯄᯕᯄᯑ ᯏᯈᯂᯊ ᯔᯏ ᯒᯓᯑᯀᯘᯒ ᯎᯅᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯑᯄᯄᯓᮀᮀᮀ

ᮭᯄᯕᯄᯑ ᯒᯏᯎᯔᯓ ᯓᯑᯄᯀᯒᯎᯍᯎᯔᯒ ᯍᯎᯍᯒᯄᯍᯒᯄᮀᮀᮀ

ᮠᯇᯄᯌ ᮁ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯋᯀᯖ ᯈᯒ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯋᯈᯅᯄᯁᯋᯎᯎᯃ ᯎᯅ ᯒᯎᯕᯄᯑᯄᯈᯆᯍᯓᯘᮍ ᮳ᯇᯎᯒᯄ ᯖᯇᯎ ᯃᯑᯀᯈᯍ ᯈᯓ ᯃᯄᯒᯄᯑᯕᯄ ᯍᯎ ᯐᯔᯀᯑᯓᯄᯑᮍᮁ

ᮨᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀᮆᯒ ᯋᯈᯏᯒ ᯂᯔᯑᯋᯄᯃ ᯒᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᯋᯘᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯓᯎᯍᯄ ᯒᯓᯈᯋᯋ ᯅᯑᯎᯒᯓᯘᮍ ᮁ᮸ᯎᯔᮆᯋᯋ ᯋᯄᯀᯑᯍ ᯌᯘ ᯈᯍᯓᯄᯍᯓᯈᯎᯍᯒ ᯒᯎᯎᯍ ᯄᯍᯎᯔᯆᯇᮍᮁ

ᮠᯂᯑᯎᯒᯒ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯑᯎᯎᯌᮋ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄᮆᯒ ᯂᯎᯏᯏᯄᯑ ᯖᯇᯈᯒᯓᯋᯄ ᯂᯋᯀᯓᯓᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯅᯋᯎᯎᯑᮍ

᮲ᯇᯄ ᯖᯀᯓᯂᯇᯄᯃ ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ ᯏᯈᯂᯊ ᯈᯓ ᯔᯏᮋ ᯏᯈᯍᯊ ᯋᯈᯏᯒ ᯁᯑᯔᯒᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯎᯔᯓᯇᯏᯈᯄᯂᯄ ᯒᯇᯄᮆᯃ ᯁᯈᯓᯓᯄᯍ ᯀ ᯓᯇᯎᯔᯒᯀᯍᯃ ᯓᯈᯌᯄᯒᮍ ᮁ᮳ᯎᯎᯓ ᯓᯎᯎᯓᮋ ᮬᯀᯒᯓᯄᯑᯝᮞᮁ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒ ᯓᯈᯋᯓᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯌᯎᯎᯍᯋᯈᯓ ᯅᯀᯂᯄᮋ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯒᯖᯈᯑᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯃᯀᯑᯊᯍᯄᯒᯒ ᯃᯄᯄᯏᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯀᯍ ᯆᯎᯁᯋᯈᯍ ᯁᯋᯎᯎᯃᮍ ᮁᮭᯎᯖ ᯈᯓᮆᯒ ᯌᯘ ᯓᯔᯑᯍ ᯓᯎ ᯊᯄᯄᯏ ᯘᯎᯔᯝᮁ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯓᯖᯎ ᯓᯑᯀᯍᯒᯌᯈᯆᯑᯀᯓᯎᯑᯒ ᯅᯈᯍᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯔᯍᯃᯄᯑᯒᯓᯎᯎᯃ—ᯓᯇᯄᯒᯄ ᯖᯄᯑᯄᯍᮆᯓ ᯃᯀᯌᯒᯄᯋᯒ ᯈᯍ ᯃᯈᯒᯓᯑᯄᯒᯒᮍ ᮭᯎᯓ ᯇᯄᯋᯏᯋᯄᯒᯒ ᯋᯈᯓᯓᯋᯄ ᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆᯒᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄᯘᮆᯃ ᯁᯑᯎᯔᯆᯇᯓ ᯇᯎᯌᯄ ᯓᯖᯎ ᯄᯌᯏᯑᯄᯒᯒᯄᯒ ᯏᯄᯑᯂᯇᯄᯃ ᯀᯓᯎᯏ ᯕᯄᯍᯎᯌᯎᯔᯒ ᯅᯀᯍᯆᯒ ᯎᯅ ᯏᯎᯖᯄᯑᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯆᯎᯎᯃ ᯋᯈᯅᯄᮍᮍᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯃᯑᯄᯀᯌ ᯎᯅ ᯒᯄᯋᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯋᯎᯎᯓ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯆᯎᯋᯃᮋ ᯁᯔᯘᯈᯍᯆ ᯀ ᯌᯀᯍᯒᯈᯎᯍᮋ ᯋᯈᯕᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯍ ᯋᯔᯗᯔᯑᯘ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯌᯀᯈᯃᯒᮍᮍᮍ

ᮯᯎᯎᯅᮍ

ᮦᯎᯍᯄᮍ

ᮁ᮸ᯎᯔ—ᯏᯑᯄᯏᯀᯑᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯀᯑᯑᯈᯀᯆᯄᮍ ᮸ᯎᯔ ᯓᯖᯎ—ᯆᯔᯀᯑᯃ ᯓᯇᯄᯌᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯑᯄᯒᯓ—ᯂᯎᯌᯄ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯌᯄ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯄᯓᯓᯋᯄ ᯌᯀᯓᯓᯄᯑᯒ ᯈᯍ ᮤᯋᯓᯎᯍᮍᮁ

ᮭᯎᯖ ᯂᯋᯀᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯀ ᯑᯄᯒᯏᯋᯄᯍᯃᯄᯍᯓ ᯒᯈᯋᯕᯄᯑᮌᯀᯍᯃᮌᯆᯎᯋᯃ ᯑᯎᯁᯄᮋ ᮨᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀ ᯑᯀᯃᯈᯀᯓᯄᯃ ᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑᯖᯎᯑᯋᯃᯋᯘ ᯌᯀᯉᯄᯒᯓᯘᮍ

᮳ᯇᯑᯄᯄ ᯂᯑᯈᯒᯏ ᯎᯑᯃᯄᯑᯒ ᯋᯀᯓᯄᯑᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯆᯀᯙᯄ ᯋᯀᯍᯃᯄᯃ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯋᯎᯋᯈ ᯓᯑᯔᯒᯒᯄᯃ ᯔᯏ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯀ ᯊᯈᯓᯓᯄᯍ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯄᯃᮍ

ᮁ᮶ᯀᯈᯓ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯌᯄᮍ ᮨᮆᯋᯋ ᯑᯄᯓᯔᯑᯍ ᯒᯇᯎᯑᯓᯋᯘᮍᮁ

ᮠᯅᯓᯄᯑ ᮨᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀ ᯀᯍᯃ ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ ᯋᯄᯅᯓ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯔᯀᯑᯃᯒᮋ ᯎᯍᯋᯘ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯀᯍᯃ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯑᯄᯌᯀᯈᯍᯄᯃᮍ

ᮡᯎᯔᯍᯃ ᯓᯈᯆᯇᯓᯋᯘᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯋᯀᯘ ᯇᯀᯋᯅᮌᯏᯑᯎᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯄᯃᮋ ᯒᯓᯀᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯓ ᯄᯀᯂᯇ ᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯈᯍ ᯒᯈᯋᯄᯍᯂᯄᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯆᯈᯑᯋ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯂᯔᯑᯋᯄᯃ ᯔᯏᮋ ᯇᯀᯍᯃᯒ ᯓᯈᯄᯃ ᯁᯄᯇᯈᯍᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯁᯀᯂᯊᮋ ᯀᯍᯊᯋᯄᯒ ᯒᯄᯂᯔᯑᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯇᯄᯀᯃᯁᯎᯀᯑᯃᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯁᯋᯎᯍᯃᯄᮆᯒ ᯑᯄᯒᯓᯑᯀᯈᯍᯓᯒ ᯖᯄᯑᯄᮍᮍᮍ ᯏᯄᯂᯔᯋᯈᯀᯑᮍ ᮫ᯄᯒᯒ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓ ᯈᯌᯌᯎᯁᯈᯋᯈᯙᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍᮋ ᯌᯎᯑᯄ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓ ᯀᯂᯂᯄᯍᯓᯔᯀᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯀᯋᯑᯄᯀᯃᯘ ᯄᯘᯄᮌᯂᯀᯓᯂᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯅᯈᯆᯔᯑᯄᮍ ᮲ᯇᯄ ᯋᯎᯎᯊᯄᯃ ᯀᯋᯌᯎᯒᯓ ᯋᯈᯊᯄᮍᮍᮍ

ᮁᮯᯅᯅᯓ—ᮍᮍᮍᮁ

ᮁ᮴ᯆᯇᮀ ᮳ᯇᯈᯒ ᯈᯒ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯅᯀᯔᯋᯓᮀ ᮧᯎᯖ ᯂᯀᯍ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯋᯀᯔᯆᯇᮞᮀᮁ

ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯅᯈᯍᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯒᯍᯀᯏᯏᯄᯃᮋ ᯕᯎᯈᯂᯄ ᯓᯇᯈᯂᯊ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯅᯑᯔᯒᯓᯑᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍᮍ ᮁᮨᯅ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯇᯀᯃᯍᮆᯓ ᯏᯈᯂᯊᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄᯌ ᯔᯏᮋ ᯖᯄ ᯖᯎᯔᯋᯃᯍᮆᯓ ᯁᯄ ᯇᯄᯑᯄᮀᮁ

ᮁᮬᯘ ᯅᯀᯔᯋᯓᮞᮀᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀᮆᯒ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯅᯋᯀᯒᯇᯄᯃᮍ ᮁ᮸ᯎᯔᮆᯑᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯍᯄ ᯖᯇᯎ ᯒᯀᯈᯃᮋ ᮆᮠᯖᯖᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯋᯎᯎᯊ ᯒᯎ ᯏᯈᯓᯈᯅᯔᯋᮋ ᯋᯄᯓᮆᯒ ᯓᯀᯊᯄ ᯓᯇᯄᯌ ᯇᯎᯌᯄ ᯀᯒ ᯌᯀᯈᯃᯒᮀᮆ ᮶ᯄᯋᯋ ᯂᯎᯍᯆᯑᯀᯓᯒ—ᯌᯀᯈᯃᯒ ᯓᯔᯑᯍᯄᯃ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒᯄᯒᮋ ᯖᯄ ᯓᯔᯑᯍᯄᯃ ᯏᯑᯈᯒᯎᯍᯄᯑᯒᮀᮁ

ᮁ᮲ᯇᯔᯓ ᯔᯏᮀᮁ

ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯓᯑᯈᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯓᯎᯌᯏ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯅᯎᯎᯓ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯎᯍᯋᯘ ᯌᯀᯍᯀᯆᯄᯃ ᯀ ᯖᯈᯆᯆᯋᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯀᯌᯏᯋᯄ ᯀᯒᯒᯄᯓᯒᮍ

ᮁᮨᯅ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯇᯀᯃᯍᮆᯓ ᯁᯑᯀᯆᯆᯄᯃ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᮆᮢᯎᯍᯐᯔᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯄ ᮯᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒᯄᯒᮆ ᯏᯋᯀᯍᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯖᯎᯔᯋᯃᯍᮆᯓ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯓᯀᯑᯆᯄᯓᯄᯃ ᯔᯒᮀ ᮭᯎᯖ ᯖᯄᮆᯑᯄ ᯂᯀᯔᯆᯇᯓ ᯁᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯒᯓᯀᯑᯓᯈᯍᯆᮀᮁ

ᮁᮬᯄᮞᮀᮁ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯇᯈᯒᯒᯄᯃᮍ ᮁ᮶ᯇᯎ ᯊᯄᯏᯓ ᯘᯀᯏᯏᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓ ᯌᯀᯍᯒᯈᯎᯍᯒ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯄᯀᯒᯘ ᯋᯈᯕᯈᯍᯆᮞ ᮭᯎᯖ ᯖᯄᮆᯋᯋ ᯁᯄ ᯋᯔᯂᯊᯘ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯄᯄ ᯃᯀᯘᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᮀᮁ

᮳ᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯕᯎᯈᯂᯄᯒ ᯑᯎᯒᯄᮋ ᯀᯂᯂᯔᯒᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍᯒ ᯅᯋᯘᯈᯍᯆᮋ ᯄᯀᯂᯇ ᯃᯄᯓᯄᯑᯌᯈᯍᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯏᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯋᯀᯌᯄ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑᮍ

ᮡᯔᯓ ᯆᯑᯀᯃᯔᯀᯋᯋᯘᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯅᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯃᯑᯀᯈᯍᯄᯃ ᯀᯖᯀᯘᮋ ᯋᯄᯀᯕᯈᯍᯆ ᯎᯍᯋᯘ ᯄᯗᯇᯀᯔᯒᯓᯄᯃ ᯒᯈᯆᯇᯒᮍ

ᮁᮍᮍᮍᮭᯎᯖ ᯖᯇᯀᯓᮞᮁ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯌᯔᯌᯁᯋᯄᯃᮍ ᮁ᮶ᯄ ᯂᯀᯍᮆᯓ ᯀᯂᯓᯔᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯆᯄᯓ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯖᯍ ᯈᯍ ᯀ ᯃᯔᯍᯆᯄᯎᯍᮋ ᯑᯈᯆᯇᯓᮞᮁ

ᮁ᮶ᯇᯀᯓ ᯂᯀᯍ ᯖᯄ ᯃᯎᮞᮁ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯆᯀᯕᯄ ᯀ ᯁᯈᯓᯓᯄᯑ ᯋᯀᯔᯆᯇᮍ ᮁ᮳ᯇᯄᯘᮆᯑᯄ ᯑᯎᯘᯀᯋᯓᯘᮍ ᮶ᯄᮆᯑᯄ ᯍᯎᯁᯎᯃᯈᯄᯒᮍᮁ

ᮁᮬᯀᯘᯁᯄᮍᮍᮍ ᯖᯄ ᯄᯒᯂᯀᯏᯄᮞᮁ

ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯋᯎᯖᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯕᯎᯈᯂᯄᮋ ᯀ ᯒᯏᯀᯑᯊ ᯎᯅ ᯇᯎᯏᯄ ᯈᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯄᯘᯄᯒᮍ ᮁᮨᯅ ᯖᯄ ᯃᯎᯍᮆᯓᮍᮍᮍ ᮨ ᯊᯍᯎᯖ ᯖᯄᮆᯑᯄ ᯃᯎᯎᯌᯄᯃᮍ ᮨ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯒᯎ ᯖᯑᯎᯍᯆ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓ ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ—ᯒᯇᯄᮆᯒ ᯍᯎ ᯒᯖᯄᯄᯓ ᯋᯈᯓᯓᯋᯄ ᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆᮀᮁ

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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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