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

Chapter 27

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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ᯔᮜᮟᮢᮑ’ᮣ ᮠᮙᮞᮛ ᮘᮑᮙᮢ ᮓᮑᮣᮓᮑᮔᮕᮔ ᮔᮟᮧᮞ ᮤᮟ ᯚᮙᮦᮩᮑ’ᮣ ᮞᮟᮣᮕᮺ ᮧᮘᮙᮜᮕ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ’ᮣ ᮜᮕᮗᮣ ᮧᮕᮞᮤ ᮧᮕᮑᮛ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕᮺ ᮣᮕᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮤᮥᮝᮒᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮑ ᮘᮕᮑᮠᮼ

᮰ᮄᮕᮞ ᮠᮟᮙᮞᮤᮣ ᮟᮖᮖ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮢᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮕᮣᮓᮑᮠᮕᮮ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮠᮙᮞᮛᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮙᮝᮠᮕᮢᮙᮑᮜ ᮠᮢᮙᮞᮓᮕᮣᮣ ᮚᮙᮞᮗᮜᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮛᮕᮩᮓᮘᮑᮙᮞ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮙᮢᮟᮞ ᮒᮑᮢᮣᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮥᮠᮙᮜᮣ ᮣᮘᮙᮝᮝᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑᮞ ᮕᮕᮢᮙᮕ ᮠᮙᮞᮛ ᮗᮜᮟᮧᮼ ᮰ᯑᮑᮢᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮥᮕᮣᮣ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮟᮟᮜᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮙᮞᮡᮥᮙᮣᮙᮤᮟᮢ ᮜᮟᮦᮕᮣ ᮥᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮢᮢᮟᮗᮑᮤᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮙᮢᮢᮕᮦᮕᮢᮕᮞᮤᮮᯍ᮰

᮰ᯖᮻᯖᮕᮩᮺ ᯘᮙᮕᮚᮙᮕᮮ ᯚᮟᮟᮛᮺ ᮜᮟᮟᮛ ᮑᮤ ᮝᮕ—ᯗ’ᮝ ᮣᮟ ᮧᮕᮜᮜᮻᮒᮕᮘᮑᮦᮕᮔᮺ ᮓᮥᮤᮕᮺ ᮟᮒᮕᮔᮙᮕᮞᮤᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮕᮞᮣᮙᮒᮜᮕᮯ ᯑᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮩᮟᮥᮺ ᮥᮘᮺ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕᮢ ᮜᮕᮤᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮕ ᮗᮟᯍ ᯝᮘᮯ ᯗ ᮓᮑᮞ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮑᮣᮣᮙᮣᮤ ᮩᮟᮥᮯ ᯗ’ᮝ ᮑ ᮗᮟᮜᮔᮕᮞᮻᮤᮙᮕᮢ ᮣᮥᮠᮠᮟᮢᮤᮯ ᮃᮕᮕᮺ ᮜᮙᮛᮕᮺ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞ ᮖᮑᮙᮞᮤᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮕᮓᮢᮕᮤ ᮒᮕᮘᮙᮞᮔ ᮤᮕᮜᮕᮠᮟᮢᮤᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮟᮢ ᮧᮘᮩ ᮩᮟᮥ’ᮢᮕ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮥᮞᮤᮕᮔ—ᯗ ᮓᮑᮞ ᮤᮟᮤᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮘᮕᮜᮠ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮥᮞᮓᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮣᮤᮕᮢᮝᮙᮞᮔ ᮒᮕᮘᮙᮞᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮑᮜᮜᮯ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮒᮜᮟᮞᮔᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮣᮜᮑᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮝᮠᮜᮕ ᮓᮘᮕᮣᮤ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮤᮘᮧᮑᮠᮻᮤᮘᮧᮑᮠᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮣᮓᮢᮕᮑᮝᮙᮞᮗ ‘ᯗ’ᮝ ᮣᮟ ᮓᮜᮕᮦᮕᮢᮼ’

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮜᮟᮜᮙᮺ ᮝᮕᮑᮞᮧᮘᮙᮜᮕᮺ ᮣᮓᮢᮑᮝᮒᮜᮕᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮔᮺ ᮞᮟᮔᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮦᮙᮗᮟᮢᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩᮼ

᮰ᮂᮙᮗᮘᮤᮯ ᯖᮟᮞᮕᮣᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᯗ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮑ ᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮗᮥᮕᮣᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮝᮙᮞᮔᮼ ᯛᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯑᮕᮜᮜᮻᯏᮙ—ᮧᮕ’ᮢᮕ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮃᮜᮕᮕᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᯒᮢᮑᮗᮟᮞ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮉᮟᮥᮞᮗ ᮀᮘᮟᮕᮞᮙᮨᮯ ᮇᮙᮤᮘ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮥᮣ—᮰

᮰ᮃᮑᮦᮕ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮣᮤᮢᮕᮞᮗᮤᮘ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮟᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤ’ᮣ ᮚᮥᮔᮗᮝᮕᮞᮤᮼ᮰

ᯗᮢᮕᮩᮑ’ᮣ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮔᮢᮙᮖᮤᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮒᮢᮕᮕ᮪ᮕᮺ ᮓᮥᮤᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮖᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮓᮥᮤᮙᮕᮣ’ ᮓᮘᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢᮼ ᮰ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮑᮜᮜᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ’ᮜᮜ ᮒᮕ ᮣᮠᮕᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮞᮕᮨᮤ ᮖᮕᮧ ᮝᮟᮞᮤᮘᮣ ᮜᮕᮑᮢᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮑ ᮠᮢᮟᮠᮕᮢᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᯏ ᮣᮙᮜᮦᮕᮢ ᮓᮘᮑᮙᮞ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮜᮑᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮟᮥᮤᮣᮙᮔᮕᮺ ᮓᮟᮙᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᯚᮙᮦᮩᮑ’ᮣ ᮑᮞᮛᮜᮕᮼ

᮰ᮼᮼᮼᮠᮕᮤᮼ᮰

᮰ᯓᮕᮛᮯᯍ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮩᮑ ᮣᮘᮢᮑᮞᮛ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮢᮞᮕᮢᮺ ᮧᮙᮣᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮑᮣᮘ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮢᮕᮧᮙᮞᮔ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ—ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ’ᮔ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮓᮑᮠᮤᮥᮢᮕᮔᮺ ᮣᮟ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮗᮢᮑᮒ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮜᮕᮕᮼ

᮰ᯏᮜᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᮩᮮ ᮉᮟᮥ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮑᮔᮟᮢᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮣᮮ ᯗ’ᮜᮜ ᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮓᮘᮕᮓᮛ ᮟᮞ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮤᮟᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤᮺ ‘ᮛᮑᮩᮮᯍ᮰

ᯝᮞᮓᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮥᮤᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮖᮕᮜᮜ ᮣᮙᮜᮕᮞᮤ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮺ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮘᮕᮣᮙᮤᮑᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮣᮠᮟᮛᮕ ᮥᮠᮼ

᮰ᮆᮙᮩᮑᮺ ᯗ’ᮦᮕ ᮗᮟᮤ ᮑ ᮠᮜᮑᮞᮼ᮰

᮰ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮠᮜᮑᮞᮯᯍ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮩᮑ’ᮣ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮜᮙᮤ ᮥᮠᮼ ᮄᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮛᮞᮕᮧ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮟᮻᮓᮑᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮒᮕᮣᮤᮙᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮞᮩᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮢᮕᮜᮙᮑᮒᮜᮕᮺ ᮔᮕᮣᮠᮕᮢᮑᮤᮕ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮣ ᮓᮑᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮔᮕᮣᮠᮕᮢᮑᮤᮕ ᮝᮕᮑᮣᮥᮢᮕᮣᮼ ᮰ᮃᮠᮙᮜᮜᮯ᮰

᮰ᮇᮕᮜᮜᮼᮼᮼ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮓᮘᮑᮙᮞ ᮙᮣ ᮑ ᮝᮑᮗᮙᮓᮻᮣᮕᮑᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮞᮕᮺ᮰ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮠᮥᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮑ ᮢᮟᮠᮕ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮟᮣᮟᮝᮺ ᮧᮘᮙᮣᮠᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮰ᯗᮤ ᮓᮑᮞ ᮓᮥᮤ ᮟᮖᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮤᮢᮕᮞᮗᮤᮘ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮝᮑᮗᮙᮓᮼ ᯗᮖ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮓᮑᮞ ᮖᮙᮞᮔ ᮑ ᮧᮑᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮙᮞᮔ ᯗᮢᮕᮩᮑ’ᮣ ᮜᮙᮝᮒᮣᮺ ᮕᮣᮓᮑᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮑ ᮒᮢᮕᮕ᮪ᮕᮯ᮰

᮰ᮇᮘᮕᮢᮕ’ᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮗᮕᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᯍ ᮉᮟᮥ ᮧᮑᮞᮤ ᮝᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮘᮑᮓᮛᮜᮕ ᯗᮢᮕᮩᮑᮯᯍ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮩᮑ ᮒᮜᮙᮞᮛᮕᮔᮼ ᮰ᯛᮕᮺ ᮢᮕᮣᮤᮢᮑᮙᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯔᮙᮢᮣᮤ ᮀᮢᮙᮞᮓᮕᮣᮣᯍ ᮃᮕᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩᯍ᮰

᮰ᯝᮢ ᮧᮘᮑᮤᯍ ᯗᮖ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮧᮟᮞ’ᮤ ᮥᮣᮕ ᮙᮤᮺ ᯗ ᮧᮙᮜᮜᮯ ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮙᮣ ᮝᮩ ᮖᮑᮝᮙᮜᮩ’ᮣ ᮘᮕᮙᮢᮜᮟᮟᮝᮺ ᮩ’ᮛᮞᮟᮧᮼ ᯗ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮘᮑᮠᮠᮕᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮤ ᮑᮜᮟᮞᮗᮮ ᯖᮕᮘᮕᮼ᮰

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮣᮝᮙᮢᮛᮕᮔᮺ ᮤᮥᮓᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮟᮠᮕ ᮑᮧᮑᮩᮺ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮖᮟᮢ ᯚᮙᮦᮩᮑ ᮤᮟ ᮖᮢᮑᮞᮤᮙᮓᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮣᮞᮑᮤᮓᮘ ᮑᮤ ᮙᮤᮼ ᮰ᯜᮟᮺ ᮞᮟᮺ ᮞᮟᮯ ᯗ’ᮜᮜ ᮥᮣᮕ ᮙᮤᮯ ᯝᮖ ᮓᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕ ᯗ ᮧᮙᮜᮜᮯ ᯐᮢᮟᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ’ᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮣᮤᮯ ᮃᮙᮞᮓᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ’ᮢᮕ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮟ ᮟᮠᮕᮞᮺ ᯗ ᮧᮟᮞ’ᮤ ᮘᮟᮜᮔ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮕᮙᮤᮘᮕᮢᮯ᮰

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮟᮟ᮪ᮕᮔ ᮗᮢᮑᮤᮙᮤᮥᮔᮕ—ᮑᮞᮔ ᮑ ᮘᮙᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮣᮝᮥᮗᮞᮕᮣᮣ—ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮝᮩᮣᮤᮕᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩ ᮠᮢᮟᮔᮥᮓᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮣᮝᮑᮜᮜ ᮦᮙᮑᮜ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮟᮧᮞ ᮓᮘᮕᮣᮤᮼ

᮰ᯗ ᮒᮢᮕᮧᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮝᮩ ᮣᮠᮑᮢᮕ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮼ ᯏ ᮤᮢᮕᮑᮣᮥᮢᮕᮔ ᮓᮟᮞᮓᮟᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ ᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮑ ᮣᮙᮠᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮢᮙᮞᮛᮕᮢ’ᮜᮜ ᮗᮕᮤ ᮣᮟ ᮔᮙ᮪᮪ᮩ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ’ᮜᮜ ᮜᮟᮣᮕ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮝᮟᮤᮟᮢ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮢᮟᮜ—ᮣᮤᮢᮟᮞᮗᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮕᮢᮗᮥᮟᮤᮟᮥᮯ ᯔᮙᮞᮔ ᮑ ᮓᮘᮑᮞᮓᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮜᮙᮠ ᮙᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᮼ ᯝᮞᮓᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ’ᮣ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮓᮟᮜᮔᮺ ᮕᮣᮓᮑᮠᮙᮞᮗ’ᮜᮜ ᮒᮕ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮔ’ᮣ ᮠᮜᮑᮩᮯ᮰

᮰ᯏ ᮠᮟᮤᮙᮟᮞᮯᯍ᮰

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮓᮢᮑᮔᮜᮕᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮠᮢᮙᮓᮕᮜᮕᮣᮣ ᮑᮢᮤᮙᮖᮑᮓᮤ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮤᮥᮓᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮤ ᮣᮞᮥᮗᮜᮩ ᮒᮕᮤᮧᮕᮕᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮕᮑᮛᮣᮼ ᮰ᮇᮘᮩ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮣᮑᮩ ᮣᮟ ᮣᮟᮟᮞᮕᮢᮯᯍ᮰

᮰ᮄᮓᮘᮺ ᯗ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮢᮕᮝᮕᮝᮒᮕᮢᮕᮔᮯ ᯐᮑᮓᮛ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮒᮢᮕᮧᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮑᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮠᮟᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣᮺ ᯗ ᮣᮤᮥᮝᮒᮜᮕᮔ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮢᮕᮓᮙᮠᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮟᮒᮣᮓᮥᮢᮕ ᮤᮕᮨᮤᮼ ᯖᮑᮔ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮙᮞᮗᮢᮕᮔᮙᮕᮞᮤᮣᮺ ᮣᮟ ᯗ ᮗᮑᮦᮕ ᮙᮤ ᮑ ᮣᮘᮟᮤᮼ᮰

᮰ᯐᮢᮟᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ’ᮢᮕ ᮣᮟᮜᮙᮔᮯ᮰

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮗᮑᮦᮕ ᮑ ᮤᮘᮥᮝᮒᮣᮻᮥᮠᮼ ᮰ᮉᮟᮥ ᮤᮙᮕ ᮥᮠ ᮩᮟᮥᮢᮣᮺ ᯗ’ᮜᮜ ᮔᮢᮥᮗ ᮝᮙᮞᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮧᮕ ᮝᮕᮕᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮑᮓᮛᮩᮑᮢᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮓᮑᮜᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮜᮜᮯ᮰

᮰ᯒᮕᮑᮜᮯ᮰ ᯚᮙᮦᮩᮑ’ᮣ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮒᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮔᮕᮤᮕᮢᮝᮙᮞᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ ᮰ᮇᮕ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮥᮓᮓᮕᮕᮔᮯ᮰

᮰ᮉᮕᮑᮘᮺ ᮑᮒᮣᮟᮜᮥᮤᮕᮜᮩᮯ᮰ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮣᮑᮜᮥᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮜᮟᮜᮙᮼ ᮰ᯝᮞᮓᮕ ᮧᮕ’ᮢᮕ ᮟᮥᮤᮺ ᮧᮕ’ᮢᮕ ᮣᮟ ᮓᮕᮜᮕᮒᮢᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗᮯ᮰

ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮡᮥᮙᮕᮤᮜᮩ ᮖᮙᮞᮑᮜᮙ᮪ᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮕᮤᮑᮙᮜᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮖᮕᮜᮜ ᮣᮙᮜᮕᮞᮤᮼ

ᮇᮘᮕᮞ ᮝᮟᮟᮞᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮣᮜᮑᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮑᮢᮢᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮞᮔᮟᮧᮺ ᮖᮟᮟᮤᮣᮤᮕᮠᮣ ᮕᮓᮘᮟᮕᮔ ᮟᮥᮤᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮕᮜᮜᮼ

ᯚᮙᮦᮩᮑ ᮘᮑᮣᮤᮙᮜᮩ ᮣᮤᮥᮖᮖᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮟᮠᮕ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮛᮙᮢᮤᮼ

ᯐᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᯗᮢᮕᮩᮑ ᮠᮥᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮟᮟᮢ ᮟᮠᮕᮞᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮓᮕᮞᮕ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᯈ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮓᮑᮠᮤᮙᮦᮕ ᮤᮧᮙᮣᮤᮕᮔ ᮑᮧᮛᮧᮑᮢᮔᮜᮩ ᮧᮘᮙᮜᮕ ᮓᮜᮥᮤᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮛᮙᮢᮤᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮜᮟᮞᮔᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮧᮘᮙᮣᮤᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞᮞᮟᮓᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮜᮜᮼ

᮰ᯚᮕᮤ’ᮣ ᮗᮟᮼ᮰

᮰ᯑᮟᮝᮕᮺ ᮃᮙᮣᮙᮮ ᮄᮟᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤᮺ ᮜᮕᮤ’ᮣ ᮤᮘᮟᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘᮜᮩ ᮔᮙᮣᮓᮥᮣᮣ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮝᮕᮑᮞᮤ ᮒᮩ ᮤᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮔᮣ ᮕᮑᮢᮜᮙᮕᮢᮮ᮰

ᮼᮼᮼᮼᮼᮼ

ᯗᮞ ᮑ ᮢᮟᮟᮝ ᮒᮑᮤᮘᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮠᮙᮞᮛ ᮓᮑᮞᮔᮜᮕᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮑᮤᮘ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮖᮙᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮧᮑᮢᮝ ᮧᮑᮤᮕᮢᮺ ᮔᮟᮤᮤᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮖᮜᮟᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮢᮟᮣᮕ ᮠᮕᮤᮑᮜᮣᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮟᮞᮣᮤᮟᮞᮕ ᮕᮝᮒᮕᮔᮔᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮕᮙᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮔᮙᮝᮝᮕᮔᮺ ᮣᮓᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮞᮔᮜᮕᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮣᮘᮙᮝᮝᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮢᮙᮠᮠᮜᮕᮣ ᮑᮓᮢᮟᮣᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮤᮕᮢᮼ

ᯔᮜᮟᮢᮑ ᮣᮕᮤ ᮑ ᮣᮙᮜᮦᮕᮢ ᮤᮢᮑᮩ ᮟᮞ ᮑ ᮣᮝᮑᮜᮜ ᮧᮟᮟᮔᮕᮞ ᮒᮟᮑᮢᮔ ᮖᮜᮟᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮑᮤᮘᮺ ᮣᮧᮙᮢᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮧᮙᮞᮕᮗᮜᮑᮣᮣ ᮑᮣ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮤᮙᮠᮣ ᮤᮟᮩᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮢᮟᮣᮕ ᮠᮕᮤᮑᮜᮼ

᮰ᯑᮑᮢᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮔᮢᮙᮞᮛᯍ᮰

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮟᮖᮤᮺ ᮜᮑᮓᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮘᮙᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮕᮝᮠᮤᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ—ᮑᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮙᮞᮦᮙᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮑᮞ ᮙᮞᮕᮣᮓᮑᮠᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮗᮑᮝᮕᮼ

᮰ᯝᮻᯝᮖ ᮓᮻᮓᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕᮼᮼᮼ ᯕᮥᮜᮠᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮒᮙᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮟᮧᮕᮢ ᮜᮙᮠᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮣᮑᮤ ᮖᮑᮓᮙᮞᮗ ᯔᮜᮟᮢᮑᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮣᮟᮑᮛᮕᮔ ᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤᮗᮟᮧᮞᮣ ᮓᮜᮙᮞᮗᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮓᮥᮢᮦᮕᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮒᮜᮟᮞᮔᮕ’ᮣ ᮖᮙᮗᮥᮢᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮓᮟᮢᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯔᮜᮟᮢᮑ’ᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮟ ᮜᮕᮣᮣ ᮣᮟᮼ ᮀᮢᮕᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮤᮟᮗᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮢᮕᮣᮕᮝᮒᮜᮕᮔ ᮣᮤᮕᮑᮝᮕᮔ ᮒᮥᮞᮣ ᮣᮡᮥᮕᮕ᮪ᮕᮔ ᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮒᮩ ᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮒᮑᮝᮒᮟᮟ ᮒᮑᮣᮛᮕᮤᮼ

᮰ᯗ’ᮜᮜᮼᮼᮼ ᮔᮢᮙᮞᮛ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮤᮕᮢᮯ᮰

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮖᮕᮙᮗᮞᮕᮔ ᮓᮟᮞᮖᮙᮔᮕᮞᮓᮕ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮢᮑᮙᮣᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮗᮜᮑᮣᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮟᮕᮣ ᮓᮥᮢᮜᮕᮔ ᮞᮕᮢᮦᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢᮧᮑᮤᮕᮢᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮣᮝᮑᮜᮜ ᮦᮙᮑᮜ ᮘᮙᮔᮔᮕᮞ ᮒᮕᮤᮧᮕᮕᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮕᮑᮛᮣ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮙᮓᮩ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮣᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮛᮙᮞᮼ

ᮂᮙᮠᮠᮜᮕᮣ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮔᮙᮣᮤᮥᮢᮒᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮤᮕᮢᮼ

ᯔᮜᮟᮢᮑ’ᮣ ᮒᮑᮢᮕ ᮖᮟᮟᮤ ᮗᮢᮑ᮪ᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮘᮕᮝ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤᮗᮟᮧᮞ ᮔᮢᮙᮖᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮠᮕᮞ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮥᮢᮢᮕᮞᮤᮼ ᮰ᯗ’ᮝ ᮣᮟ ᮓᮥᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣᮮ ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮠᮕᮢᮖᮥᮝᮕ ᮙᮣ ᮃᮙᮣᮙ ᮧᮕᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗᯍ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮠᮙᮞᮛᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮠᮢᮙᮞᮓᮕᮣᮣ ᮜᮕᮑᮞᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮺ ᮧᮙᮞᮕᮻᮣᮤᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮜᮙᮠᮣ ᮞᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩ ᮒᮢᮥᮣᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ’ᮣᮼ ᮰ᯑᮟᮢᮞᮖᮜᮟᮧᮕᮢᮼᮼᮼ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮟᮢᮑᮞᮗᮕᮺ ᮠᮕᮢᮘᮑᮠᮣᯍ᮰

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ’ᮣ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮑᮤ ᮤᮙᮗᮘᮤᮕᮞᮕᮔᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮗᮜᮑᮣᮣ ᮑᮜᮝᮟᮣᮤ ᮤᮙᮠᮠᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮦᮙᮑᮜ ᮞᮕᮣᮤᮜᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮦᮑᮗᮕ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮒᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔᮼ

᮰ᮄᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮤᮕᮢ’ᮣ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᮮ᮰

ᯔᮜᮟᮢᮑ ᮑᮒᮢᮥᮠᮤᮜᮩ ᮣᮕᮙ᮪ᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮢᮙᮣᮤᮺ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮣ ᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮠᮢᮕᮓᮙᮣᮕᮜᮩ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮥᮜᮣᮕᮼ

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮢᮙᮞᮓᮕᮣᮣ’ᮣ ᮞᮑᮙᮜᮣ ᮤᮢᮑᮓᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮦᮕᮙᮞᮣ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮣᮥᮢᮗᮕᮟᮞ ᮝᮕᮑᮣᮥᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮑᮞ ᮙᮞᮓᮙᮣᮙᮟᮞᮼ ᮰ᯗ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮔ ᮃᮙᮣᮙ ᮧᮑᮞᮤᮣ ᮤᮟ ‘ᮤᮑᮛᮕ ᮔᮟᮧᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮢᮙᮞᮓᮕᮣᮣ’ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮝᮑᮛᮕ ᮝᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮝᮑᮙᮔᮮᯍ᮰

᮰ᯗ—ᯗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮣᮠᮟᮥᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮞᮟᮞᮣᮕᮞᮣᮕᮯ ᯗ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮝᮕᮑᮞ ᮙᮤᮯ᮰

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮔᮟᮧᮞᮕᮔ ᮘᮑᮜᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮗᮜᮑᮣᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮗᮟᮺ ᮓᮟᮦᮕᮢᮤᮜᮩ ᮣᮘᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮟᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮕᮓᮑᮞᮤᮕᮢᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮔᮑᮢᮛ ᮢᮕᮔ ᮜᮙᮡᮥᮙᮔ ᮣᮧᮑᮜᮜᮟᮧᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮢᮥᮗ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮟᮥᮤ ᮑ ᮤᮢᮑᮓᮕᮼ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮤᮕᮞᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮕᮑᮣᮕᮔ—ᮤᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮢᮔᮕᮣᮤ ᮠᮑᮢᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮔᮟᮞᮕᮼ ᯜᮟᮧᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮧᮑᮙᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᯔᮜᮟᮢᮑ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮟᮜᮜᮑᮠᮣᮕᮯ

ᯏ ᮣᮝᮥᮗ ᮗᮢᮙᮞ ᮣᮠᮢᮕᮑᮔ ᮑᮓᮢᮟᮣᮣ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮑᮓᮕᮼ

ᯖᮕᮘᮼᮼᮼ

ᯜᮟᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ’ᮣ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮤᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮝᮙᮣᮣᮯ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮝᮙᮞᮔ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮠᮑᮙᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮓᮕᮞᮕᯈ ᯔᮜᮟᮢᮑ ᮠᮑᮣᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮔᮢᮙᮞᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮠᮙᮛᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮞᮕᮼ

᮰ᮃᮟ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮖ ᯗ ᮔᮙᮔᮯᯍ᮰

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ’ᮣ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮙᮗᮘᮤᮕᮞᮕᮔᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮒᮢᮙᮝᮝᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮞᮕᮧᮖᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮒᮟᮜᮔᮞᮕᮣᮣᮼ

᮰ᯖᮝᮠᮘᮯ ᮉᮟᮥ’ᮢᮕ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮑ ᮒᮢᮑᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮑ ᮠᮢᮙᮞᮓᮕᮣᮣᮼ ᯗ’ᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮣᮑᮦᮕᮔ ᮩᮟᮥᮺ ᮠᮢᮟᮤᮕᮓᮤᮕᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮦᮕ ᮕᮞᮤᮢᮑᮞᮓᮕᮺ ᮣᮜᮑᮥᮗᮘᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮗᮟᮒᮜᮙᮞᮣᮯ ᮇᮙᮤᮘᮟᮥᮤ ᮝᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮘᮕᮑᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮩᮟᮥᮢᮣ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮜᮑᮣᮤ ᮑ ᮔᮑᮩ ᮙᮞ ᯝᮣᮜᮟᮢᮯ᮰

ᯏᮣ ᯔᮜᮟᮢᮑ ᮤᮘᮢᮕᮧ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮟᮥᮢᮤᮘ ᮗᮜᮑᮣᮣᮺ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮒᮕᮗᮑᮞ ᮓᮟᮥᮞᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮔᮟᮧᮞᮼ

᮰ᮄᮕᮞᮺ ᮞᮙᮞᮕᮮ᮰

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮤᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮠᮙᮞᮛ ᮖᮜᮥᮣᮘ ᮥᮠ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮢᮙᮞᮓᮕᮣᮣ’ᮣ ᮞᮕᮓᮛᮼ

᮰ᮄᮘᮢᮕᮕᮺ ᮤᮧᮟᮼᮼᮼ᮰

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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