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

Chapter 28

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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ᮁ᮸ᯎᯔᯑ ᯓᯑᯄᯌᯁᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯒ ᯒᯎ ᯀᯃᯎᯑᯀᯁᯋᯄᯝᮁ

ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ ᯒᯔᯃᯃᯄᯍᯋᯘ ᯓᯎᯎᯊ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯄᯀᯑᯋᯎᯁᯄ ᯁᯄᯓᯖᯄᯄᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯋᯈᯏᯒᮍ

ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯅᯑᯎᯙᯄ ᯈᯍ ᯇᯎᯑᯑᯎᯑ—ᯇᯄᯑ ᯁᯎᯃᯘ ᯖᯎᯔᯋᯃᯍᮆᯓ ᯌᯎᯕᯄᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯋᯀᯒᯇᯄᯒ ᯋᯎᯂᯊᯄᯃ ᯌᯈᯃᮌᯓᯑᯄᯌᯁᯋᯄᮍ

᮶ᯇᯘᮍᮍᮍᮞ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯔᯍᯓᯃᯎᯖᯍ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯑᯄᯀᯂᯇᯄᯃ ᯙᯄᯑᯎᮋ ᯒᯎ ᯖᯇᯘ ᯇᯀᯃᯍᮆᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯖᯎᯌᯀᯍ ᯂᯎᯋᯋᯀᯏᯒᯄᯃ ᯘᯄᯓᮞᮀ

᮶ᯈᯓᯇ ᯍᯎ ᯓᯈᯌᯄ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯈᯍᯊᮋ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯆᯑᯀᯁᯁᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯈᯍᯄᯆᯋᯀᯒᯒ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯏᯑᯄᯒᯒᯄᯃ ᯈᯓ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᯒᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯈᯍᯊᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒᮆᯒ ᯋᯈᯏᯒᮋ ᯓᯑᯘᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯎ ᯅᯎᯑᯂᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯑᯔᯆᯆᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯍᯄ ᯃᯎᯖᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯀᯓᮍ

ᮡᯔᯓ ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ ᯓᯔᯆᯆᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯄᯀᯑᯋᯎᯁᯄ ᯈᯍᯒᯓᯄᯀᯃᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒ ᯓᯈᯋᯓᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯇᯄᯀᯃ ᯏᯋᯀᯘᯅᯔᯋᯋᯘᮍ ᮁ᮶ᯇᯀᯓ ᯀᯑᯄ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯓᯑᯘᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯎ ᯅᯄᯄᯃ ᯌᯄᮋ ᮲ᯈᯒᯈᯝᮞᮁ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯖᯀᯑᯌ ᯁᯑᯄᯀᯓᯇ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᯒᯓ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯊᯈᯍ ᯌᯀᯃᯄ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯒᯓᯈᯅᯅᯄᯍᮍ ᮁᮧᯎᯖ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓᮍᮍᮍ ᮨ ᯅᯄᯄᯃ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯈᯍᯒᯓᯄᯀᯃᮞᮁ

ᮁᮦᮌᯆᯋᯔᯆᮍᮍᮍ ᮭᮌᯍᯎᮋ ᯃᯎᯍᮆᯓ—ᮀᮁ

ᮁᮧᯄᯇᯄᯝ ᮨᯓᮆᯒ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯖᯈᯍᯄᮋ ᯈᯒᯍᮆᯓ ᯈᯓᮞᮁ

ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀᮆᯒ ᯅᯈᯍᯆᯄᯑᯓᯈᯏ ᯓᯑᯀᯂᯄᯃ ᯃᯎᯖᯍᯖᯀᯑᯃᮋ ᯂᯀᯓᯂᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯑᯄᯃ ᯂᯎᯑᯃ ᯀᯑᯎᯔᯍᯃ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄᮆᯒ ᯍᯄᯂᯊ—ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯑᯃᯈᯍᯀᯑᯘ ᯂᯎᯓᯓᯎᯍ ᯒᯓᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯎᯍᯂᯄ ᯇᯄᯋᯃ ᯀ ᯂᯎᯏᯏᯄᯑ ᯖᯇᯈᯒᯓᯋᯄ ᯍᯎᯖ ᯂᯎᯈᯋᯄᯃ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯀ ᯑᯄᯒᯓᯑᯀᯈᯍᯓᮍ

ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯆᯀᯒᯏᯄᯃ ᯀᯒ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯑᯃ ᯓᯈᯆᯇᯓᯄᯍᯄᯃᮋ ᯘᯀᯍᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯀᯓᯇᮍ

ᮁ᮶ᮌᯖᯀᯈᯓᮍᮍᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯃᯑᯔᯆ ᯒᯇᯎᯔᯋᯃᮆᯕᯄ ᯓᯀᯊᯄᯍ ᯄᯅᯅᯄᯂᯓ ᯁᯘ ᯍᯎᯖᮀᮁ

᮲ᯇᯄ ᯒᯇᯑᯈᯄᯊᯄᯃ ᯀᯌᯈᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯇᯔᯑᯍᯈᯍᯆ ᯖᯀᯓᯄᯑᮋ ᯒᯖᯀᯋᯋᯎᯖᯈᯍᯆ ᯑᯎᯒᯄᮌᯒᯂᯄᯍᯓᯄᯃ ᯁᯀᯓᯇᯖᯀᯓᯄᯑ ᯀᯒ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯇᯀᯍᯃᯒ ᯁᯑᯔᯒᯇᯄᯃ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᯒᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒᮆᯒ ᯒᯂᯎᯑᯂᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯊᯈᯍ—ᯀ ᯅᯄᯕᯄᯑᯈᯒᯇ ᯇᯄᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯎᯍᯋᯘ ᯌᯄᯀᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯑᯔᯆ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯁᯄᯄᯍ ᯈᯍᯆᯄᯒᯓᯄᯃᮀ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯏᯈᯍᯊᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒ ᯁᯈᯓ ᯃᯎᯖᯍ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯏᯏᯄᯑ ᯖᯇᯈᯒᯓᯋᯄ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯀ ᯒᯎᯅᯓ ᯋᯀᯔᯆᯇᮍ ᮁᮡᯄᯂᯀᯔᯒᯄ ᯃᯄᯀᯑ ᯒᯈᯒᯓᯄᯑ ᯀᯋᯑᯄᯀᯃᯘ ᯌᯈᯗᯄᯃ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯃᯑᯔᯆ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯈᯍᯄ ᮨ ᯌᯀᯃᯄ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯃᯑᯈᯍᯊᯝᮁ

ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ ᯓᯔᯆᯆᯄᯃ ᯋᯎᯎᯒᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯑᯈᯁᯁᯎᯍ ᯀᯓ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄᮆᯒ ᯂᯇᯄᯒᯓᮋ ᯋᯄᯓᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯄᯌᯏᯓᯘ ᯕᯈᯀᯋ ᯅᯋᯎᯀᯓ ᯀᯖᯀᯘ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯃᯑᯈᯅᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯑᯎᯁᯄᮍ

᮲ᯔᯃᯃᯄᯍᯋᯘ ᯅᯋᯈᯏᯏᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯏᯎᯒᯈᯓᯈᯎᯍᯒᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯏᯈᯍᯍᯄᯃ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯁᯄᯍᯄᯀᯓᯇ ᯇᯄᯑᮍ ᮁᮥᯄᯄᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯃᯈᯙᯙᯘᯝᮞ ᮭᯄᯄᯃ ᯌᯎᯔᯓᯇᮌᯓᯎᮌᯌᯎᯔᯓᯇᯝᮞᮁ

ᮠᯒ ᯒᯓᯄᯀᯌ ᯂᯔᯑᯋᯄᯃ ᯀᯑᯎᯔᯍᯃ ᯓᯇᯄᯌ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯅᯈᯍᯆᯄᯑᯒ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯈᯍᯒᯓᯑᯔᯌᯄᯍᯓᯒ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯎᯑᯓᯔᯑᯄ ᯓᯑᯀᯂᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯏᯈᯍᯄᮋ ᯀ ᯓᯄᯀᯑᯅᯔᯋ ᯒᯇᯎᯔᯓ ᯄᯑᯔᯏᯓᯄᯃ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯀᯈᯍ ᯇᯀᯋᯋᮙ ᮁᮣᯀᯌᯍ ᮫ᯎᯑᯈᮀ ᮸ᯎᯔ—ᯘᯎᯔ ᯓᯑᯈᯂᯊᯄᯃ ᯌᯄᮀᮁ

ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ ᯂᯇᯔᯂᯊᯋᯄᯃᮋ ᯑᯄᯒᯓᯑᯀᯈᯍᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯐᯔᯈᯑᯌᯈᯍᯆ ᯆᯈᯑᯋᮍ ᮁᮭᯎ ᯑᯔᯒᯇᯝ ᮲ᯈᯒᯓᯄᯑ ᯇᯀᯒᯍᮆᯓ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯒᯓᯀᯑᯓᯄᯃ ᯏᯋᯀᯘᯈᯍᯆ ᯘᯄᯓᮍ ᮶ᯇᯘ ᯒᯂᯑᯄᯀᯌ ᯒᯎ ᯒᯎᯎᯍᯝᮞᮁ

᮶ᯈᯓᯇ ᯄᯀᯂᯇ ᯒᯏᯋᯀᯒᯇᮋ ᯃᯑᯎᯏᯋᯄᯓᯒ ᯎᯅ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄᮆᯒ ᯖᯀᯓᯄᯑ ᯌᯀᯆᯈᯂ ᯃᯑᯈᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯃᯎᯖᯍᯖᯀᯑᯃ—ᯄᯀᯂᯇ ᯎᯍᯄ ᯂᯎᯔᯍᯓᯄᯃ ᯁᯘ ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᯒᯓ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯄᯀᯑᮍ ᮁᮤᯒᯂᯀᯏᯄ ᯀᯓᯓᯄᯌᯏᯓᮙ ᯏᯋᯔᯒ ᯎᯍᯄᮍ ᮲ᯄᯍᯓᯄᯍᯂᯄ ᯄᯗᯓᯄᯍᯃᯄᯃᮙ ᯎᯍᯄ ᯘᯄᯀᯑᯝᮁ

ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄᮆᯒ ᯂᯎᯍᯒᯂᯈᯎᯔᯒᯍᯄᯒᯒ ᯁᯋᯔᯑᯑᯄᯃᮋ ᯀᯒ ᯈᯅ ᯒᯈᯍᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯀᯍ ᯈᯍᯄᯒᯂᯀᯏᯀᯁᯋᯄ ᯃᯑᯄᯀᯌᮍ

ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀᮆᯒ ᯁᯑᯄᯀᯓᯇ ᯇᯎᯕᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯂᯋᯎᯒᯄᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯕᯎᯈᯂᯄ ᯀ ᯕᯄᯋᯕᯄᯓ ᯌᯔᯑᯌᯔᯑ ᯋᯀᯂᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯔᯍᯘᯈᯄᯋᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯂᯎᯌᯌᯀᯍᯃᮍ

ᮁ᮲ᯈᯒᯈᮋ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯂᯀᯍᮆᯓ ᯑᯔᯍᯝᮁ

ᮠ ᯅᯈᯍᯆᯄᯑ ᯆᯑᯀᯙᯄᯃ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄᮆᯒ ᯋᯈᯏᯒ ᯀᯒ ᯌᯀᯃᯍᯄᯒᯒ ᯆᯋᯈᯓᯓᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀᮆᯒ ᯄᯘᯄᯒᮍ ᮁ᮲ᯔᯂᯇ ᯀ ᯅᯀᯒᯂᯈᯍᯀᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯂᯇᯈᯋᯃᮍ ᮥᯑᯎᯌ ᯍᯎᯖ ᯎᯍᮍᮍᮍ ᯘᯎᯔᮆᯑᯄ ᯌᯈᯍᯄᮍᮁ

ᮁᮭᮌᯍᯎᮍᮍᮍᮁ

ᮧᯄᯑ ᯒᯓᯑᯔᯆᯆᯋᯄᯒ ᯖᯄᯀᯊᯄᯍᯄᯃᮋ ᯑᯄᯒᯎᯋᯕᯄ ᯃᯑᯎᯖᯍᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯇᯀᯙᯄ ᯔᯍᯓᯈᯋ—ᯀᯓ ᯋᯀᯒᯓ—ᯒᯇᯄ ᯒᯔᯂᯂᯔᯌᯁᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀᮆᯒ ᯀᯑᯌᯒᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯁᯀᯓᯇᯖᯀᯓᯄᯑ ᯒᯓᯈᯋᯋᯄᯃᮍ ᮯᯈᯍᯊ ᯂᯀᯍᯃᯋᯄᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯃᯑᯀᯏᯄᯃ ᯎᯕᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯄᯍᯓᯖᯈᯍᯄᯃ ᯅᯎᯑᯌᯒ ᯀᯒ ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ ᯂᯀᯑᯄᯒᯒᯄᯃ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄᮆᯒ ᯂᯇᯄᯄᯊᮋ ᯒᯌᯈᯋᯈᯍᯆᮍ

ᮁᮦᯎᯎᯃᯍᯈᯆᯇᯓᮋ ᯌᯘ ᮲ᯈᯒᯈᯝᮁ

ᮧᯄᯑ ᯖᯇᯈᯒᯏᯄᯑ ᯂᯔᯑᯋᯄᯃ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯀ ᯏᯎᯒᯒᯄᯒᯒᯈᯕᯄ ᯋᯔᯋᯋᯀᯁᯘᮋ ᯒᯄᯀᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯑᯎᯌᯈᯒᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯄᯓᯄᯑᯍᯀᯋ ᯂᯀᯏᯓᯈᯕᯈᯓᯘᮍ

ᮌᮌᮌ

ᮬᯄᯀᯍᯖᯇᯈᯋᯄᮍ

ᮤᯋᯒᯄᯖᯇᯄᯑᯄᮍ

ᮢᯎᯋᯃ ᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯒᯏᯈᯋᯋᯄᯃ ᯀᯂᯑᯎᯒᯒ ᯎᯏᯔᯋᯄᯍᯓ ᯂᯇᯀᯌᯁᯄᯑᯒᮋ ᯈᯋᯋᯔᯌᯈᯍᯀᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᮨᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀᮆᯒ ᯒᯓᯀᯓᯔᯄᯒᯐᯔᯄ ᯒᯈᯋᯇᯎᯔᯄᯓᯓᯄ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯅᯑᯀᯈᯋ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯆᯈᯑᯋ ᯁᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄ ᯇᯄᯑᮍ

ᮁ᮱ᯄᯏᯄᯀᯓ ᯖᯇᯀᯓ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯒᯀᯈᯃ ᯄᯀᯑᯋᯈᯄᯑᮍᮁ

᮲ᯄᯀᯓᯄᯃ ᯑᯄᯆᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯎᯍ ᯀ ᯂᯇᯀᯈᯒᯄᮋ ᮨᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀ ᯀᯁᯒᯄᯍᯓᯋᯘ ᯒᯌᯎᯎᯓᯇᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯊᯈᯑᯓ ᯓᯇᯑᯈᯂᯄᮋ ᯌᯀᯈᯍᯓᯀᯈᯍᯈᯍᯆ ᯏᯄᯑᯅᯄᯂᯓ ᯏᯎᯈᯒᯄᮍ ᮧᯄᯑ ᯒᯈᯋᯕᯄᯑ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯑᯄᯌᯀᯈᯍᯄᯃ ᯈᯌᯏᯀᯒᯒᯈᯕᯄ ᯀᯒ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯏᯈᯍᯍᯄᯃ ᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯀ ᯈᯍ ᯏᯋᯀᯂᯄᮍ

ᮁᮨᮌᮨᮋ ᯔᯌᮍᮍᮍᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯀ ᯅᯈᯃᯆᯄᯓᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯃᯑᯄᯒᯒᮍ ᮁᮨ ᯒᯀᯈᯃᮍᮍᮍ ᯁᯄᯀᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯆᯎᯁᯋᯈᯍᯒ ᯈᯒ ᯆᯑᯄᯀᯓᮋ ᯇᯀᯇᯀᮍᮍᮍᮁ

ᮁᮭᯎᯓ ᯓᯇᯀᯓᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯅᯔᯓᯔᯑᯄ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯄᯍᯕᯈᯒᯈᯎᯍᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯄᯌᯏᯓᯘᮌᯇᯄᯀᯃᯄᯃ ᯁᯋᯎᯍᯃᯄᮍᮁ

ᮁᮮᮌᯎᯇᮀ ᮳ᯇᮌᯓᯇᯀᯓᮀᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯀ ᯒᯋᯀᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯈᯆᯇᮍ ᮁ᮱ᯈᯆᯇᯓᮀ ᮶ᯄ ᯓᯀᯋᯊᯄᯃ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓ ᯒᯄᯋᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯋᯎᯎᯓ ᯓᯎ ᯁᯔᯘ ᯀ ᯏᯄᯍᯓᯇᯎᯔᯒᯄ ᯎᯕᯄᯑᯋᯎᯎᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯄᯀ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯑᯈᯕᯄᯑᮀ ᮠᯍᯃ ᯇᯈᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯌᯀᯈᯃᯒ ᯓᯎ ᯂᯋᯄᯀᯍ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯂᯎᯎᯊᯝᮁ

ᮁᮤᯋᯀᯁᯎᯑᯀᯓᯄ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯀᯈᯃᯒᮍᮁ

ᮨᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀᮆᯒ ᯋᯈᯏᯒ ᯂᯔᯑᯕᯄᯃ ᯅᯀᯈᯍᯓᯋᯘ ᯀᯒ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯓᯖᯈᯑᯋᯄᯃ ᯀ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄ ᯉᯀᯃᯄ ᯐᯔᯄᯄᯍ ᯂᯇᯄᯒᯒ ᯏᯈᯄᯂᯄ ᯁᯄᯓᯖᯄᯄᯍ ᯒᯋᯄᯍᯃᯄᯑ ᯅᯈᯍᯆᯄᯑᯒᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯂᯀᯋᯌᯄᯑ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯀᯏᯏᯄᯀᯑᯄᯃᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯎᯑᯄ ᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯀ ᯏᯀᯍᯈᯂᯊᯄᯃᮍ ᮲ᯇᯄᮆᯃ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯏᯑᯄᯅᯄᯑᯑᯄᯃ ᯑᯀᯆᯈᯍᯆ ᯅᯔᯑᯘ—ᯄᯗᯈᯋᯄᮋ ᯈᯌᯏᯑᯈᯒᯎᯍᯌᯄᯍᯓᮋ ᯀᯍᯘᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯔᯍᯍᯄᯑᯕᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯌᯔᯒᯄᯌᯄᯍᯓᮋ ᯀᯒ ᯈᯅ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯖᯄᯑᯄᮍᮍᮍ ᯀ ᯓᯎᯘᮍ

ᮁᮩᮌᯉᯔᯒᯓᮋ ᯘᮆᯊᯍᯎᯖᮋ ᯑᯄᯆᯔᯋᯀᯑ ᯇᯈᯑᯄᯒᮀ ᮶ᯄᮆᯃ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯌᯎᯍᯄᯘ ᯀᯍᯘᯖᯀᯘ—ᮁ

ᮁᮥᯎᯑ ᯄᯗᯀᯌᯏᯋᯄᮋᮁ ᮨᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀ ᯒᯄᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯈᯄᯂᯄ ᯃᯎᯖᯍ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯀ ᯂᯋᯈᯂᯊᮋ ᮁᯇᯈᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯀ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒᮞᮁ

ᮁᮤᯄᯊᮀ ᮧᮌᯇᯎᯖ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᮨᮞᮀ ᮶ᯇᯎᮆᯃ ᯋᯄᯓ ᯀ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒ ᯁᯄ ᯀ ᯌᯀᯈᯃᮞᮀ ᮸ᮌᯘᯎᯔᮆᯑᯄ ᯉᯎᯊᯈᯍᯆᮍᮍᮍᮁ

ᮁᮭᯎᯓ ᯀ ᯉᯎᯊᯄᮍᮁ

ᮠ ᯅᯋᯈᯂᯊ ᯎᯅ ᮨᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀᮆᯒ ᯅᯈᯍᯆᯄᯑ ᯒᯄᯍᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯇᯄᯒᯒ ᯏᯈᯄᯂᯄ ᯓᯎᯏᯏᯋᯈᯍᯆᮍ

ᮠᯒ ᯈᯓ ᯑᯎᯋᯋᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯀ ᯇᯎᯋᯋᯎᯖ ᯂᯋᯀᯓᯓᯄᯑᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯑᯎᯒᯄ ᯅᯋᯔᯈᯃᯋᯘᮋ ᯒᯈᯋᯕᯄᯑ ᯆᯀᯙᯄ ᯏᯈᯍᯍᯈᯍᯆ ᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯀ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯀ ᯒᯏᯄᯂᯈᯌᯄᯍᮍ ᮁ᮸ᯎᯔᯑ ᯏᯋᯀᯍᮙ ᯂᯀᯏᯓᯔᯑᯄ ᯀ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒᮋ ᯀᯍᯍᯄᯗ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯋᯀᯍᯃᯒᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯌᯄ ᯒᯄᯑᯕᯄ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯀᯒ ᯀ ᯌᯀᯈᯃᮍ ᮢᯎᯑᯑᯄᯂᯓᮞᮁ

ᮁᮭᮌᯍᯎ ᯖᯀᯘ—ᮀᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯀ ᯃᯑᯎᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯊᯍᯄᯄᯒᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯈᯂᯄ ᯐᯔᯄᯄᯍᮆᯒ ᯀᯔᯑᯀ ᯂᯑᯔᯒᯇᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ—ᯄᯀᯂᯇ ᯒᯓᯄᯏ ᯖᯄᯈᯆᯇᯄᯃ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯌᯈᯋᯋᯒᯓᯎᯍᯄᯒᮋ ᯒᯔᯅᯅᯎᯂᯀᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑᮍ

ᮡᯘ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯈᯌᯄ ᮨᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀ ᯇᯀᯋᯓᯄᯃᮋ ᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯀ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯂᯑᯔᯌᯏᯋᯄᯃ ᯎᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯑᯔᯆᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒ ᯒᯌᯈᯑᯊᯄᯃᮋ ᯓᯈᯋᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯀᮆᯒ ᯂᯇᯈᯍ ᯔᯏᮍ ᮁᮨ ᯑᯄᯖᯀᯑᯃ ᯇᯎᯍᯄᯒᯓᯘᮍ ᮢᯎᯍᯅᯄᯒᯒᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᮨ ᯌᯀᯘ ᯒᯇᯎᯑᯓᯄᯍ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯓᯄᯑᯌ ᯀᯒ ᯌᯘ ᯏᯄᯓᮍ ᮮᯓᯇᯄᯑᯖᯈᯒᯄᮍᮍᮍᮁ

ᮠ ᯆᯋᯀᯂᯈᯀᯋ ᯏᯑᯄᯒᯒᯔᯑᯄ ᯒᯏᯈᯊᯄᯃᮍ ᮁᮍᮍᮍᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯒᯄᯍᯓᯄᯍᯂᯄ ᯄᯗᯓᯄᯍᯃᯒ ᯓᯎ ᯍᯈᯍᯄ ᯌᯈᯋᯋᯄᯍᯍᯈᯀᮍᮁ

ᮁᮦᯇᯊᮀᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯀ ᯒᯇᯔᯃᯃᯄᯑᯄᯃᮋ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯃᯀᯑᯓᯈᯍᯆᮍ ᮁᮭᮌᯍᯎ ᯍᯄᯆᯎᯓᯈᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍᮍᮍᮍᮞᮁ

ᮁᮭᯎᮍᮁ

ᮁᮥᮌᯅᯈᯍᯄ ᯓᯇᯄᯍᮍᮍᮍᮁ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯆᯈᯑᯋ ᯃᯑᯎᯎᯏᯄᯃ—ᯒᯄᯄᯌᯈᯍᯆᯋᯘ ᯃᯄᯅᯄᯀᯓᯄᯃᮍ ᮸ᯄᯓ ᯀᯒ ᮨᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀ ᯁᯄᯆᯀᯍ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯓᯑᯀᯈᯆᯇᯓᯄᯍ—

ᮁ᮲ᮢ᮱ᮤ᮶ ᮸ᮮ᮴ᮋ ᮯ᮱ᮨᮭᮢᮤ᮲᮲ᮀᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯀᮆᯒ ᯇᯄᯀᯃ ᯒᯍᯀᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯔᯏᮋ ᯅᯀᯂᯄ ᯀᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯓᯀᯔᯍᯓᯒᮍ

ᮁ᮳ᯇᯈᯍᯊ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯂᯀᯍ ᯂᯀᯓᯂᯇ ᯌᯄᮞ ᮣᯑᯄᯀᯌ ᯎᯍᮀᮁ

ᮁ᮳ᯑᯀᯒᯇ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯒᯇᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯒᯓᯀᯘ ᯆᯑᯎᯕᯄᯋᯈᯍᯆᮀᮁ

ᮁ᮳ᯎᯃᯀᯘᮆᯒ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯋᯔᯂᯊᯘ ᯃᯀᯘ—ᮨᮆᯋᯋ ᯋᯄᯓ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯋᯈᯂᯊ ᯌᯘ ᯁᯎᯎᯓᯒᮀᮁ

ᮬᯈᯃᮌᯑᯀᯍᯓᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯘᯀᯍᯊᯄᯃ ᯀ ᯑᯎᯏᯄ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯔᯍᯃᯄᯑ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯊᯈᯑᯓ ᯀᯍᯃ—ᯄᯗᯏᯋᯎᯈᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᮁᯇᯄᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯀᯃᯕᯀᯍᯓᯀᯆᯄᮁ—ᯋᯔᯍᯆᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯖᯑᯀᯏ ᯈᯓ ᯀᯑᯎᯔᯍᯃ ᮨᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀᮆᯒ ᯀᯍᯊᯋᯄᯒᮋ ᯁᯈᯍᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄᯌ ᯓᯈᯆᯇᯓᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯒᯈᯋᯕᯄᯑᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒ ᯁᯋᯈᯍᯊᯄᯃᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯍ ᯓᯎᯏᯏᯋᯄᯃ ᯁᯀᯂᯊᯖᯀᯑᯃᮍ

ᮁ᮪ᯘᯀᯀᯝᮀᮁ ᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯀ ᯂᯎᯕᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯆᯑᯈᯍᯍᯈᯍᯆ ᯌᯎᯔᯓᯇ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯒᯏᯋᯀᯘᯄᯃ ᯅᯈᯍᯆᯄᯑᯒᮋ ᯆᯋᯎᯀᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯈᯌᯌᯎᯁᯈᯋᯈᯙᯄᯃ ᯁᯄᯀᯔᯓᯘᮍ ᮁ᮸ᯎᯔ ᯃᯀᯑᯄ ᯂᯎᯌᯏᯄᯓᯄ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯌᯄᮞ ᮯᯀᯓᯇᯄᯓᯈᯂᯝ ᮳ᯇᯈᯒ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯎᯖᯍ ᯅᯀᯔᯋᯓᮀ ᮣᯎᯍᮆᯓ ᯖᯎᯑᯑᯘᮋ ᮨᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀᯀᯀᯝ ᮨᮆᯋᯋ ᯓᯀᯊᯄ ᯆᯎᯎᯃ ᯂᯀᯑᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯋᯀᯍᯃᯒ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯏᯎᯖᯄᯑᯝᮁ

᮲ᯓᯑᯀᯃᯃᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᮨᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀᮆᯒ ᯓᯇᯈᯆᯇᯒᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯖᯑᯄᯒᯓᯋᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒᮆᯒ ᯖᯑᯈᯒᯓᯒ ᯁᯄᯇᯈᯍᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯁᯀᯂᯊ—ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯂᯄᯑᯓᯀᯈᯍ ᯀᯍᯆᯋᯄᯒᮋ ᯀᯋᯌᯎᯒᯓ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯀᯍ ᯄᯌᯁᯑᯀᯂᯄᮍ

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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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