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

Chapter 31

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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—ᯑᮜᮙᮓᮛᮼ

ᯒᮑᮜᮕᮙᮝᮕᮙ ᮣᮘᮟᮦᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮙᮞᮤᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮚᮑᮢ ᮤᮟᮧᮑᮢᮔ ᯚᮙᮦᮩᮑ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮖᮜᮙᮓᮛ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮢᮙᮣᮤᮼ ᮰ᯗ’ᮔ ᮣᮑᮦᮕ ᮝᮩ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮤᮘ ᮙᮖ ᯗ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮩᮟᮥᮼ᮰

᮰ᮄᮓᮘᮼ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮩᮑ’ᮣ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮣ ᮤᮢᮕᮝᮒᮜᮕᮔ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮗᮢᮙᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮚᮑᮢᮼ

ᯚᮑᮣᮤ ᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮖᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮔᮕᮓᮙᮠᮘᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮙᮜᮦᮕᮢᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮧᮟᮝᮑᮞ’ᮣ ᮖᮢᮟᮣᮤᮻᮦᮕᮙᮜᮕᮔ ᮜᮕᮣᮣᮟᮞ—ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮠᮑᮜᮑᮓᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮠᮢᮕᮔᮑᮤᮟᮢᮣᮺ ᮖᮕᮙᮗᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮕᮑᮛᮞᮕᮣᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮘᮑᮢᮠᮕᮣᮤ ᮒᮜᮑᮔᮕᮼ

ᮃᮜᮟᮧᮜᮩᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮓᮟᮟᮠᮕᮔ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮑ ᮒᮙᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮟᮙᮞᮤᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮣᮤᮟᮜᮕ ᮑ ᮗᮜᮑᮞᮓᮕ ᮤᮟᮧᮑᮢᮔ ᯒᮑᮜᮕᮙᮝᮕᮙ’ᮣ ᮔᮙᮢᮕᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ ᮃᮕᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮟᮝᮑᮞ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮒᮥᮢᮢᮟᮧᮕᮔ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮦᮕᮢᮣᮺ ᯚᮙᮦᮩᮑ ᮣᮜᮙᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮟᮧᮞ ᮒᮜᮑᮞᮛᮕᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮑᮢᮕᮖᮥᮜᮜᮩ ᮑᮠᮠᮜᮙᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮑᮜᮦᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮧᮟᮜᮜᮕᮞ ᮣᮛᮙᮞᮼ

᮰…ᯖᮙᮣᮣᮼ᮰

ᯒᮑᮝᮞ ᮩᮟᮥᮺ ᯗᮢᮕᮜᮙᮑᮼ

ᮃᮟ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮖ ᯗ ᮚᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮝᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮝᮩ ᮝᮑᮙᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮜᮑᮞᮔᯍ ᮇᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮠᮥᮞᮙᮣᮘᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮞᮕᮓᮕᮣᮣᮑᮢᮩᮯᯍ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮓᮕᮜᮜ ᮔᮟᮟᮢ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮣᮧᮥᮞᮗ ᮟᮠᮕᮞᮼ

ᮄᮧᮟ ᮠᮢᮙᮞᮓᮕᮣᮣᮕᮣᮺ ᮓᮜᮑᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮓᮟᮥᮢᮤ ᮑᮤᮤᮙᮢᮕᮺ ᮣᮤᮕᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮛᮙᮣᮣ ᮝᮑᮢᮛᮣ ᮟᮞ ᯔᮜᮟᮢᮑ’ᮣ ᮞᮕᮓᮛ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮑᮢᮤᮖᮥᮜᮜᮩ ᮓᮟᮞᮓᮕᮑᮜᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮠᮕᮑᮢᮜ ᮠᮟᮧᮔᮕᮢᮼ ᮰ᮃᮙᮣᮮ ᮄᮙᮝᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮛᮖᮑᮣᮤᮮ ᮄᮟᮔᮑᮩ’ᮣ ᮣᮠᮕᮓᮙᮑᮜ ᮙᮣ ᮢᮟᮑᮣᮤᮕᮔ ᮔᮢᮑᮗᮟᮞ ᮝᮕᮑᮤᮮ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮠᮙᮞᮛᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮠᮢᮙᮞᮓᮕᮣᮣ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮕᮔ ᮣᮧᮕᮕᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮣ ᮔᮕᮧᮩ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮢᮙᮠᮕ ᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮖᮢᮕᮣᮘᮜᮩ ᮧᮑᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮠᮕᮑᮓᮘᮼ

ᮇᮑᮤᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮔᮢᮑᮗᮗᮕᮔ ᮑᮧᮑᮩᮺ ᯚᮙᮦᮩᮑ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮑ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮜ ᮟᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮟᮜᮜᮑᮢᮒᮟᮞᮕᮼ

ᯗᮢᮕᮜᮙᮑ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮖᮑᮣᮤᮕᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮓᮜᮑᮣᮠ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮘᮑᮙᮞᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮙᮠᮣ ᮓᮥᮢᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮑ ᮢᮑᮢᮕ ᮣᮝᮙᮢᮛᮼ ᮰ᮃᮘᮑᮜᮜ ᮧᮕ ᮤᮢᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮞᮕᮧ ᮧᮟᮜᮖᮻᮤᮟᮟᮤᮘ ᮣᮘᮑᮓᮛᮜᮕᮣ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯜᮟᮢᮤᮘᮕᮢᮞ ᮄᮕᮢᮢᮙᮤᮟᮢᮩ ᮤᮟᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤᯍ᮰

᮰ᯜᯝ ᮄᯖᯏᯜᯙᮃ—ᮯ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮢᮕᮕ᮪ᮕ ᮓᮑᮢᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮘᮑᮢᮢᮕᮔ ᮑᮢᮟᮝᮑ ᮟᮖ ᮢᮟᮑᮣᮤᮕᮔ ᮝᮕᮑᮤ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮕᮜᮜᮺ ᮝᮙᮞᮗᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᯚᮙᮦᮩᮑ’ᮣ ᮣᮘᮢᮙᮕᮛᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ’ᮣ ᮖᮑᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮙᮜᮣᮼ ᮰ᯗ’ᯒ ᮂᯏᮄᯖᯓᮂ ᯕᯝ ᯐᯏᯑᯙ ᮄᯝ ᯔᯗᯕᯖᮄᯗᯜᯕ ᯕᯝᯐᯚᯗᯜᮃ—ᮯ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮠᮑᮜᮑᮓᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮑᮝᮕ ᮠᮑᮜᮑᮓᮕᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮢᮟᮟᮝ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮑᮝᮕ ᮢᮟᮟᮝᮼ

ᯚᮙᮦᮩᮑ ᮣᮑᮤ ᮣᮤᮙᮖᮖᮜᮩ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮞᮓᮘᮺ ᮣᮧᮑᮜᮜᮟᮧᮙᮞᮗ ᮞᮕᮢᮦᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩ ᮑᮣ ᮝᮕᮝᮟᮢᮙᮕᮣ ᮖᮜᮟᮟᮔᮕᮔ ᮒᮑᮓᮛᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮙᮞᮓᮤᮙᮦᮕᮜᮩ ᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮙᮗᮘᮣ ᮤᮟᮗᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢᮼ

ᮇᮘᮩ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮒᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮕ ᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞ…ᯍ

ᯒᮟᮞ’ᮤ ᮤᮕᮜᮜ ᮝᮕ ᮧᮕ’ᮢᮕ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮙᮞᮥᮙᮞᮗ…ᯍ

ᯗ ᮓᮑᮞ’ᮤ ᮤᮑᮛᮕ ᮑᮞᮩ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᮯ

᮰ᯒᮟᮞ’ᮤ ᮒᮕ ᮑᮖᮢᮑᮙᮔᮼ᮰

ᯗᮢᮕᮜᮙᮑ ᮓᮑᮣᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮧᮙᮠᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮜᮕᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮣ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮔᮑᮝᮠ ᮓᮜᮟᮤᮘᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮠᮜᮑᮓᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮣᮘᮕᮕᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮠᮑᮠᮕᮢ ᮙᮞ ᮖᮢᮟᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢᮼ

᮰ᯏ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮢᮑᮓᮤᮼ ᮄᮧᮟ ᮓᮟᮠᮙᮕᮣ—ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮟᮞᮕ’ᮣ ᮩᮟᮥᮢᮣᮼ᮰

᮰ᯑᮻᮓᮟᮞᮤᮢᮑᮓᮤᮯᯍ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮩᮑ’ᮣ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮤᮢᮕᮝᮒᮜᮕᮔ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮞᮑᮤᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮑᮠᮕᮢ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮓᮢᮥᮤᮙᮞᮙ᮪ᮕᮔ ᮙᮤᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮤᮕᮢᮝᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮣᮙᮝᮠᮜᮕᮼ

ᯗᮤ ᮣᮤᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮦᮟᮜᮥᮞᮤᮑᮢᮙᮜᮩ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮀᮢᮙᮞᮓᮕᮣᮣ ᯗᮢᮕᮜᮙᮑ’ᮣ ᮣᮕᮢᮦᮑᮞᮤ ᮧᮘᮙᮜᮕ ᮢᮕᮤᮑᮙᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮙᮞᮙᮝᮑᮜ ᮒᮑᮢᮟᮞᮙᮑᮜ ᮠᮢᮙᮦᮙᮜᮕᮗᮕᮣᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮢᮑᮓᮤ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮔᮙᮣᮣᮟᮜᮦᮕ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮣᮕᮢᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮢᮟᮧᮞ ᮠᮢᮙᮞᮓᮕᮣᮣ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮞᮙᮞᮕ ᮘᮥᮞᮔᮢᮕᮔ ᮞᮙᮞᮕᮤᮩᮻᮞᮙᮞᮕ… ᮖᮟᮜᮜᮟᮧᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮑᮞ ᮕᮞᮔᮜᮕᮣᮣ ᮣᮤᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮖ ᮞᮙᮞᮕᮣᮼ

᮰ᮇᮑᮙᮤ… ᮧᮘᮑᮤᯍ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮩᮑ ᮚᮑᮒᮒᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮒᮣᮥᮢᮔᮜᮩ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮞᮥᮝᮒᮕᮢᮼ ᮰ᯗᮣ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮑ ᮢᮕᮑᮜ ᮖᮙᮗᮥᮢᮕᮯᯍ᮰

᮰ᯖᮝᮠᮘᮼ ᯏᮤ ᮜᮕᮑᮣᮤ ᯗ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮣᮕᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮙᮞᮖᮙᮞᮙᮤᮩᮼ᮰

᮰ᯖᮥᮝᮑᮞ ᮜᮙᮦᮕᮣ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮣᮘᮟᮢᮤᮯ ᯖᮟᮧ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮘᮕᮜᮜ ᮑᮝ ᯗ ᮣᮥᮠᮠᮟᮣᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮜᮙᮦᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮜᮟᮞᮗᮯᯍ᮰

ᯔᮥᮝᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᯚᮙᮦᮩᮑ ᮞᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩ ᮤᮟᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮑᮠᮕᮢ—ᮒᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮜᮑᮓᮙᮑᮜ ᮑᮥᮢᮑ ᮢᮑᮔᮙᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᯗᮢᮕᮜᮙᮑ ᮝᮑᮔᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮘᮢᮙᮞᮛ ᮒᮑᮓᮛᮼ

ᮇᮘᮕᮞ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮟᮞᮕ’ᮣ ᮢᮟᮟᮖᮺ ᮒᮟᮧ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔ… ᯔᮙᮞᮕᮯ ᯗ’ᮜᮜ ᮕᮞᮔᮥᮢᮕ ᮙᮤᮯ ᯗ’ᮜᮜ ᮕᮣᮓᮑᮠᮕ ᮕᮦᮕᮞᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮑᮞᮩᮧᮑᮩᮼ ᮄᮕᮞ ᮩᮕᮑᮢᮣᮺ ᮤᮧᮕᮞᮤᮩᮺ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮤᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮣᮑᮞᮔ—ᮧᮘᮑᮤ’ᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮖᮖᮕᮢᮕᮞᮓᮕᯍ

᮰ᮄᮓᮘᮼ ᮉᮟᮥ ᮖᮟᮢᮓᮕᮔ ᮝᮕ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᮼ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮩᮑ ᮖᮟᮜᮔᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮢᮑᮓᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮤᮥᮖᮖᮕᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮑ ᮔᮢᮑᮧᮕᮢᮼ

ᯗᮢᮕᮜᮙᮑ ᮣᮘᮟᮟᮛ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔᮼ ᮰ᮉᮟᮥ ᮑᮗᮢᮕᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮜᮜᮙᮞᮗᮜᮩᮼ᮰

᮰ᮇᮻᮧᮕᮜᮜᮺ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ’ᮣ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ…᮰

ᯛᮕᮝᮟᮢᮙᮕᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮜᮑᮣᮤ ᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤ’ᮣ ᮑᮓᮤᮙᮦᮙᮤᮙᮕᮣ ᮢᮕᮣᮥᮢᮖᮑᮓᮕᮔᮺ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᯚᮙᮦᮩᮑ’ᮣ ᮓᮘᮕᮕᮛᮣ ᮣᮓᮑᮢᮜᮕᮤᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮡᮥᮙᮓᮛᮜᮩ ᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮥᮒᮚᮕᮓᮤᮺ ᮣᮓᮢᮑᮝᮒᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮢᮟᮜᮼ

᮰ᮃᮻᮣᮟᮺ ᮧᮘᮩ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮓᮑᮜᮜ ᮝᮕ ᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮝᮟᮢᮞᮙᮞᮗᯍ᮰

᮰ᯜᮟᮧ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮛᮞᮟᮧ ᯔᮜᮟᮢᮑ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯗ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮑᮤᮤᮑᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮙᮞᮕᮨᮠᮜᮙᮓᮑᮒᮜᮩ ᮤᮕᮜᮕᮠᮟᮢᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᯓᮜᮔᮟᮞ ᮄᮟᮧᮞ…᮰

ᯗᮢᮕᮜᮙᮑ ᮠᮥᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮑ ᮝᮑᮠ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯝᮣᮢᮟᮞ ᯙᮙᮞᮗᮔᮟᮝ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮠᮢᮕᮑᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᮼ

᮰ᮄᮕᮣᮤ ᮡᮥᮕᮣᮤᮙᮟᮞᯈ ᮇᮘᮟ ᮑᮝᮟᮞᮗ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮠᮟᮣᮣᮙᮒᮜᮕ ᮣᮥᮣᮠᮕᮓᮤᮣ ᮙᮣ ᮝᮟᮣᮤ ᮜᮙᮛᮕᮜᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮟᮢᮓᮘᮕᮣᮤᮢᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮤᮤᮑᮓᮛᯍ ᯏᮞᮣᮧᮕᮢ ᮧᮕᮜᮜᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ’ᮜᮜ ᮒᮕ ᮢᮕᮧᮑᮢᮔᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮝᮕᮑᮜᮼ ᯏᮞᮣᮧᮕᮢ ᮠᮟᮟᮢᮜᮩᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮙᮤ’ᮣ ᮧᮟᮢᮝᮧᮟᮟᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮩᮟᮥᮼ᮰

᮰ᯕᮥᮘᮼ᮰

᮰ᯒᮙᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮒᮟᮑᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮝᮠᮙᮢᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮥᮞᮙᮖᮙᮕᮔ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮢᮥᮜᮕᯍ᮰

ᯗᮢᮕᮜᮙᮑ ᮓᮢᮟᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮜᮕᮗᮣᮺ ᮙᮞᮤᮢᮙᮗᮥᮕᮔᮼ ᮰ᯝᮢ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮘᮟᮤ ᮑᮙᮢᯍ᮰

᮰ᯖᮕᮩᮯ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮩᮑ’ᮣ ᮤᮕᮝᮠᮕᮢ ᮖᮜᮑᮢᮕᮔᮼ ᯜᮟ ᮜᮟᮞᮗᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮜᮖᮻᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤᮕᮔᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮟᮟᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮜᮑᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮠᮼ ᮰ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮙᮣᮞ’ᮤ ᮔᮕᮤᮑᮙᮜᮕᮔ ᮕᮞᮟᮥᮗᮘᮼ ᯗ ᮞᮕᮕᮔ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮞᮓᮜᮥᮔᮕᮣ ᮤᮕᮢᮢᮑᮙᮞ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮤᮕᮗᮙᮓ ᮢᮕᮣᮟᮥᮢᮓᮕᮣᮺ ᮠᮜᮥᮣ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮢᮕᮣᮕᮑᮢᮓᮘ ᮟᮞ ᮕᮑᮓᮘ ᮠᮢᮙᮞᮓᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮠᮢᮙᮞᮓᮕᮣᮣ’ᮣ ᮤᮕᮢᮢᮙᮤᮟᮢᮙᮕᮣᮼ᮰

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮟᮖᮖ ᮟᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮣᮼ ᮰ᯕᮑᮢᮢᮙᮣᮟᮞ ᮣᮙ᮪ᮕᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮗᮟᮦᮕᮢᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮠᮘᮙᮜᮟᮣᮟᮠᮘᮙᮕᮣ—ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᯗ ᮓᮑᮞ ᮑᮞᮑᮜᮩ᮪ᮕ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩᮟᮞᮕ’ᮣ ᮧᮕᮑᮛᮞᮕᮣᮣᮕᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮕᮒ ᮟᮖ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮢᮕᮣᮤᮣᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮣᮕᮕᮣ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮤᮘᮢᮕᮑᮤᮼ᮰

᮰ᯝᮘᯍ᮰

ᯗᮢᮕᮜᮙᮑ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮑᮣᮛᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮕᮑᮣᮕ ᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮧᮙᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮣ ᮕᮑᮢᮜᮙᮕᮢ ᮙᮞ ᮠᮢᮕᮠᮑᮢᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮝᮙᮣᮓᮘᮙᮕᮖᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮕᮨᮠᮕᮓᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮒᮢᮑᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮑᮓᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮔᮙᮣᮠᮜᮑᮩ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮕᮨᮠᮕᮢᮤᮙᮣᮕᮼ

᮰ᯗᮞᮤᮕᮢᮕᮣᮤᮙᮞᮗᮼ᮰ ᯗᮢᮕᮜᮙᮑ ᮣᮤᮟᮟᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮜᮥᮞᮗ ᮟᮠᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮢᮔᮢᮟᮒᮕ ᮔᮟᮟᮢᮺ ᮗᮜᮑᮞᮓᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮙᮔᮕᮧᮑᮩᮣᮼ ᮰ᮀᮙᮓᮛ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮜᮙᮛᮕᮼ᮰

᮰ᯖᮥᮘ…ᯍ᮰

ᯛᮟᮢᮕ ᮔᮢᮕᮣᮣᮻᮥᮠ ᮗᮑᮝᮕᮣᮯᯍ

ᯚᮙᮦᮩᮑ’ᮣ ᮓᮘᮕᮕᮛ ᮤᮧᮙᮤᮓᮘᮕᮔᮼ

ᮃᮙᮞᮓᮕ ᮑᮢᮢᮙᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ’ᮔ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮣᮘᮟᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮢᮑᮙᮜ ᮞᮕᮧ ᮒᮟᮔᮩ—ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮒᮥᮣᮩ ᮣᮥᮢᮦᮙᮦᮙᮞᮗ—ᮤᮟ ᮔᮧᮕᮜᮜ ᮟᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮰ᮣᮤᮥᮞᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮩᮼ᮰ ᮃᮘᮕ’ᮔ ᮣᮜᮕᮠᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮜᮟᮤᮘᮕᮣᮺ ᮒᮑᮢᮕᮜᮩ ᮥᮣᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮑᮤᮘᮢᮟᮟᮝ ᮶ᮝᮑᮩᮒᮕ ᮔᮥᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮜᮟᮧ ᮝᮕᮤᮑᮒᮟᮜᮙᮣᮝᯍ᮷ᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮗᮟᮤ ᮣᮧᮕᮠᮤ ᮥᮠ ᮙᮞ ᮒᮑᮤᮤᮜᮕᮣᮺ ᮗᮟᮒᮜᮙᮞ ᮙᮞᮦᮑᮣᮙᮟᮞᮣᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮔᮢᮑᮗᮗᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢᮕᮼ

ᯝᮞᮜᮩ ᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᯗᮢᮕᮜᮙᮑ’ᮣ ᮠᮢᮟᮝᮠᮤᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮖᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮜᮟᮟᮛ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮢᮔᮢᮟᮒᮕᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮜᮕᮖᮤ ᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮘᮕᮜᮔ ᮠᮢᮙᮣᮤᮙᮞᮕ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮙᮜᮦᮕᮢᮻᮗᮙᮜᮔᮕᮔ ᮗᮟᮧᮞᮣᮺ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩ ᯗᮢᮕᮜᮙᮑ’ᮣᮼ

ᮄᮢᮥᮕ ᮕᮞᮟᮥᮗᮘᮺ ᮑ ᮗᮜᮑᮞᮓᮕ ᮓᮟᮞᮖᮙᮢᮝᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮙᮜᮦᮕᮢᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮧᮟᮝᮑᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮧᮕᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮠᮥᮢᮕ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕ ᮢᮟᮒᮕ ᮤᮟᮔᮑᮩᮺ ᮕᮨᮥᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮞ ᮙᮓᮩ ᮕᮜᮕᮗᮑᮞᮓᮕᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮖᮑᮒᮢᮙᮓ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮝᮟᮟᮤᮘᮺ ᮕᮝᮒᮢᮟᮙᮔᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮔᮕᮜᮙᮓᮑᮤᮕ ᮣᮙᮜᮦᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮢᮕᮑᮔᮣ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮑᮔᮔᮕᮔ ᮢᮕᮗᮑᮜᮙᮤᮩᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮖᮙᮤᮤᮕᮔ ᮒᮟᮔᮙᮓᮕ ᮑᮓᮓᮕᮞᮤᮥᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᯗᮢᮕᮜᮙᮑ’ᮣ ᮤᮑᮜᮜᮺ ᮓᮥᮢᮦᮑᮓᮕᮟᮥᮣ ᮖᮙᮗᮥᮢᮕᮺ ᮧᮘᮙᮜᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮘᮙᮗᮘ ᮣᮜᮙᮤ ᮢᮕᮦᮕᮑᮜᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮙᮗᮘᮣ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮓᮑᮣᮓᮑᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮑ ᮖᮜᮟᮟᮢᮻᮣᮧᮕᮕᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮛᮙᮢᮤᮺ ᮗᮙᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮞ ᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕᮑᮜᮺ ᮖᮜᮟᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮥᮢᮑᮼ ᮃᮞᮟᮧᮖᮜᮑᮛᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮙᮓᮕ ᮓᮢᮩᮣᮤᮑᮜ ᮠᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢᮞᮣ ᮑᮔᮟᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮢᮕᮣᮣᮺ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮜᮑᮓᮕᮻᮤᮢᮙᮝᮝᮕᮔ ᮓᮥᮖᮖᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮑ ᮓᮟᮜᮜᮑᮢ ᮣᮤᮥᮔᮔᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮣᮘᮙᮝᮝᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮗᮕᮝᮣᮼ

ᯐᮕᮜᮟᮧ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮣᮙᮜᮦᮕᮢ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮕᮤᮤᮟᮣᮼ ᯚᮙᮦᮩᮑ ᮣᮓᮟᮧᮜᮕᮔᮼ

ᯑᮘᮕᮑᮤᮕᮢᮯ

ᮄᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮘᮕᮕᮜᮣ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮑᮤ ᮜᮕᮑᮣᮤ ᮣᮙᮨ ᮓᮕᮞᮤᮙᮝᮕᮤᮕᮢᮣᮯ

ᯜᮟ ᮧᮟᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮣ ᮤᮑᮜᮜᮕᮢ ᮤᮟᮔᮑᮩ—ᮣᮘᮕ’ᮣ ᮓᮘᮕᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗᮯ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮗᮑ᮪ᮕ ᮔᮢᮙᮖᮤᮕᮔ ᮥᮞᮑᮦᮟᮙᮔᮑᮒᮜᮩ ᮤᮟ ᯗᮢᮕᮜᮙᮑ’ᮣ ᮒᮑᮢᮕᮜᮩ ᮓᮟᮞᮓᮕᮑᮜᮕᮔ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮦᮑᮗᮕᮺ ᮧᮟᮞᮔᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮖ ᮤᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮠᮑᮔᮔᮕᮔ ᮤᮟᮟ—ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮕᮕᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮝᮑᮞ’ᮣ ᮖᮢᮟᮣᮤᮩ ᮣᮙᮜᮦᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮣᮼ

᮰ᯒᮟᮞᮕ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗᯍ᮰

᮰ᮅᮘᮺ ᮣᮟᮢᮢᮩᮯ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮩᮑ ᮔᮥᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮢᮔᮢᮟᮒᮕᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮘᮕᮜᮔ ᮝᮥᮓᮘ ᮣᮝᮑᮜᮜᮕᮢ ᮟᮥᮤᮖᮙᮤᮣᮺ ᮙᮝᮠᮟᮣᮣᮙᮒᮜᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᯗᮢᮕᮜᮙᮑ ᮤᮟ ᮧᮕᮑᮢᮼ

…ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮰ᮉᮑᮞ ᯙᮙᮞᮗᮔᮟᮝ ᮔᮑᮗᮗᮕᮢ᮰ ᮙᮣ ᮑ ᮒᮙᮤ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮣᮘᮟᮢᮤᮼ

ᯒᮙᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮠᮢᮕᮠᮑᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮕᮣᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮝᮕ ᮟᮦᮕᮢᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤᮯᯍ

᮰ᮀᮢᮙᮞᮓᮕᮣᮣ ᯗᮢᮕᮜᮙᮑ… ᮔᮟ ᮩᮟᮥᮺ ᮥᮘᮺ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮑ ᮣᮙᮣᮤᮕᮢᯍ ᯚᮙᮛᮕᮺ ᮑᮞ ᮕᮙᮗᮘᮤᮻᮩᮕᮑᮢᮻᮟᮜᮔᮺ ᮤᮙᮞᮩ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ…᮰

᮰ᯜᮟᮼ ᯗ’ᮦᮕ ᮑᮜᮧᮑᮩᮣ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮑᮜᮟᮞᮕᮼ᮰

᮰ᯝᮻᮟᮛᮑᮩ…᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮩᮑ ᮧᮙᮣᮕᮜᮩ ᮔᮢᮟᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮥᮒᮚᮕᮓᮤᮺ ᮞᮟᮧ ᮖᮑᮓᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮔᮙᮜᮕᮝᮝᮑᮼ

ᯗᮖ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮢᮞᮕᮤᮺ ᯗ’ᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮠᮟᮣᮤᮙᮞᮗᯈ ‘ᯔᮙᮢᮣᮤ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ—ᮘᮟᮧ ᮔᮟ ᯗ ᮔᮢᮕᮣᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮙᮝᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣ ᮑᮞ ᮙᮓᮕ ᮡᮥᮕᮕᮞᯍ ᯖᯓᯚᮀᮯ’

᮰ᮁᮥᮙᮤ ᮔᮑᮧᮔᮜᮙᮞᮗᮼ᮰

᮰ᯗ—ᯗ’ᮝ ᮙᮞᮔᮕᮓᮙᮣᮙᮦᮕ…᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮩᮑ ᮣᮞᮙᮖᮖᮜᮕᮔᮺ ᮠᮥᮤᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮞ ᮑ ᮠᮙᮤᮙᮖᮥᮜ ᮠᮟᮥᮤᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮙᮞᮛ ᮜᮙᮠᮣ ᮤᮢᮕᮝᮒᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮣ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮣᮥᮗᮑᮢᮩᮼ ᮰ᯐᮙᮗ ᮣᮙᮣ ᮠᮢᮙᮞᮓᮕᮣᮣᮮ ᮇᮟᮞ’ᮤ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮠᮙᮓᮛ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮝᮕᮮᯍ᮰

᮰…ᮯ᮰

ᯗᮢᮕᮜᮙᮑ’ᮣ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮟᮣᮥᮢᮕ ᮓᮢᮑᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮣᮠᮜᮙᮤ ᮣᮕᮓᮟᮞᮔᮼ ᮀᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮙᮠᮣ ᮤᮟᮗᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮧᮙᮖᮤᮜᮩ ᮩᮑᮞᮛᮕᮔ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮑ ᮜᮑᮦᮕᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮣᮙᮜᮛ ᮗᮟᮧᮞ—ᮧᮟᮦᮕᮞ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮣᮙᮜᮦᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮢᮕᮑᮔᮣ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮣᮓᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮣᮺ ᮤᮢᮙᮝᮝᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮒᮜᮑᮓᮛ ᮜᮑᮓᮕ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮞᮕᮓᮛ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮜᮕᮕᮦᮕᮣ—ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮟᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮑᮤ ᯚᮙᮦᮩᮑᮼ

᮰ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮟᮞᮕᮼ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕᮞ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮗᮢᮑᮒᮒᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮠᮑᮙᮢ ᮟᮖ ᮒᮜᮑᮓᮛ ᮤᮘᮙᮗᮘᮻᮘᮙᮗᮘ ᮣᮤᮟᮓᮛᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮘᮟᮦᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ’ᮣ ᮑᮢᮝᮣᮼ

᮰ᯏᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮣᮕᮼ ᯗᮖ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮓᮑᮞ’ᮤ ᮧᮑᮜᮛ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮕᮜᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮟᮤᮤᮟᮝ ᮣᮘᮕᮜᮖ ᮘᮑᮣ ᮖᮜᮑᮤᮣᮼ᮰

᮰ᮀᮖᮖᮤᮺ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮖ ᯗ’ᮔ—᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮩᮑ ᮒᮕᮗᮑᮞ ᮠᮥᮣᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᯗᮢᮕᮜᮙᮑ ᮤᮟᮧᮑᮢᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮟᮟᮢᮼ ᮰ᯝᮥᮤᮺ ᮟᮥᮤᮯ ᯏ ᮝᮑᮙᮔᮕᮞ ᮞᮕᮕᮔᮣ ᮠᮢᮙᮦᮑᮓᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕᮼ᮰

ᯐᮑᮔ ᮝᮟᮦᮕᮼ ᯗᮢᮕᮜᮙᮑ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮜᮕᮑᮦᮕᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮘᮟᮦᮕ ᮣᮠᮑᮢᮛᮕᮔ ᮔᮕᮖᮙᮑᮞᮓᮕᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮒᮥᮔᮗᮕᮼ

᮰ᯒᮟ ᮙᮤ ᮘᮕᮢᮕᮺ᮰ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮟᮢᮔᮕᮢᮕᮔᮺ ᮑᮢᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮒᮢᮟᮧᮼ

᮰ᮇᮑᮙᮤᮺ ᮧᮘᮑᮤᯍ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮩᮑ ᮓᮜᮥᮤᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮜᮟᮤᮘᮕᮣᮺ ᮒᮑᮓᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮥᮠ ᮥᮞᮤᮙᮜ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮠᮙᮞᮕ ᮘᮙᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮜᮜᮼ ᮰ᮉᮻᮩᮟᮥ ᮧᮑᮞᮤ ᮝᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮖᮢᮟᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮩᮟᮥᮯᯍ᮰

᮰ᯝᮒᮦᮙᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩᮼ᮰ ᯗᮢᮕᮜᮙᮑ’ᮣ ᮜᮙᮠᮣ ᮓᮥᮢᮜᮕᮔᮼ ᮰ᯏᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮠᮟᮙᮞᮤᮺ ᯗ’ᮦᮕ ᮣᮕᮕᮞ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮙᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮕᮕ—ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮙᮞᮓᮘᮺ ᮤᮟᮥᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮟᮢ ᮥᮞᮤᮟᮥᮓᮘᮕᮔᮺ ᮣᮥᮞᮜᮙᮤ ᮟᮢ ᮣᮘᮑᮔᮟᮧᮕᮔᮼ ᮇᮘᮑᮤ’ᮣ ᮜᮕᮖᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮙᮔᮕᯍ᮰

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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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