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

Chapter 32

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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ᮁ᮳ᯒᯊᮍᮍᮍᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀᮆᯒ ᯀᯋᯑᯄᯀᯃᯘ ᯅᯀᯈᯑ ᯂᯎᯌᯏᯋᯄᯗᯈᯎᯍ ᯈᯍᯒᯓᯀᯍᯓᯋᯘ ᯅᯋᯔᯒᯇᯄᯃ ᯂᯑᯈᯌᯒᯎᯍ ᯀᯓ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯑᯄᯌᯀᯑᯊᮍ ᮁᮣᯎᯍᮆᯓ ᯏᯇᯑᯀᯒᯄ ᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆᯒ ᯈᯍ ᯒᯔᯂᯇ ᯀᯍ ᯀᯌᯁᯈᯆᯔᯎᯔᯒ ᯖᯀᯘᮀ ᮠᯍᯃ ᯖᯄᯑᯄᯍ’ᯓ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯘᯏᯄ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯏᯄᯀᯊ ᯒᯏᯀᯑᯈᯍᯆᯋᯘ ᯁᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄᮞ ᮶ᯇᯘ ᯒᯔᯃᯃᯄᯍᯋᯘ ᯂᯇᯎᯎᯒᯄ ᯒᯔᯂᯇ ᯀ ᯌᯄᯓᯈᯂᯔᯋᯎᯔᯒ ᯖᯀᯘ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯀᯋᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑᯄᮋ ᯎᯅ ᯀᯋᯋ ᯏᯋᯀᯂᯄᯒᮞᮀᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯅᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯁᯀᯂᯊ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯀ ᯑᯀᯏᯈᯃ ᯒᯓᯑᯄᯀᯌ ᯎᯅ ᯖᯎᯑᯃᯒᮋ ᯌᯈᯌᯈᯂᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᮨᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀ’ᯒ ᯌᯀᯍᯍᯄᯑᮋ ᯎᯍᯋᯘ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯄᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯆᯈᯑᯋ’ᯒ ᯄᯗᯏᯑᯄᯒᯒᯈᯎᯍ ᯒᯔᯃᯃᯄᯍᯋᯘ ᯓᯔᯑᯍ ᯂᯎᯋᯃ ᯀᯒ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯒᯋᯎᯖᯋᯘ ᯒᯓᯄᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯂᯋᯎᯒᯄᯑᮍ

ᮁᮤᯄᯊᮀ ᮲ᮌᯒᯎ ᯖᯇᯀᯓ ᯈᯅ ᮨ ᯂᯀᯍ’ᯓ ᯖᯈᯍ ᯀᯍ ᯀᯑᯆᯔᯌᯄᯍᯓᮞ ᮭᯎ ᯍᯄᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯆᯄᯓ ᯏᯇᯘᯒᯈᯂᯀᯋᮀ ᮸ᯎᯔ’ᯑᯄ ᯍᯎᯓ ᯌᯘ ᯏᯀᯑᯄᯍᯓᮀᮁ

ᮁᮨ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯁᯄᮍᮁ

ᮁ᮸ᯎᯔ ᯂᯀᯍ’ᯓ ᯁᯄᮀᮁ

ᮁᮍᮍᮍᮮᯇᮍᮁ

ᮨᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀ ᯒᯓᯎᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯌᯈᯃᮌᯒᯓᯄᯏᮋ ᯒᯈᯋᯄᯍᯓᯋᯘ ᯒᯓᯀᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯋᯎᯋᯈ ᯁᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄ ᯇᯄᯑᮋ ᯖᯇᯎᯒᯄ ᯑᯄᯀᯂᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯔᯍᯔᯒᯔᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯈᯍᯓᯄᯍᯒᯄᮍ ᮠᯍ ᯈᯍᯄᯗᯏᯋᯈᯂᯀᯁᯋᯄ ᯈᯑᯑᯈᯓᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯖᯄᯋᯋᯄᯃ ᯔᯏ ᯈᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯂᯇᯄᯒᯓᮍ

᮶ᯇᯘᮞ ᮶ᯇᯀᯓ’ᯒ ᯖᯑᯎᯍᯆ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯇᯄᯑ…ᮞ ᮨᯒ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯑᯄᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯑᯄᯒᯈᯒᯓᯀᯍᯓ ᯓᯎ ᯌᯄᮞᮀ

ᮥᯎᯑ ᯖᯇᯀᯓ ᯅᯄᯋᯓ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯇᯔᯍᯃᯑᯄᯃᯓᯇ ᯓᯈᯌᯄᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯇᯎᯔᯆᯇᯓ ᯎᯅ ᯅᯎᯑᯂᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯓᯎ ᯂᯇᯀᯍᯆᯄ ᯂᯋᯎᯓᯇᯄᯒ ᯀᯒ ᯏᯔᯍᯈᯒᯇᯌᯄᯍᯓ ᯂᯑᯎᯒᯒᯄᯃ ᮨᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀ’ᯒ ᯌᯈᯍᯃᮍ ᮡᯔᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯎᯌᯄᯍᯓ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯈᯌᯀᯆᯈᯍᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯈᯍᯄᯕᯈᯓᯀᯁᯋᯄ ᯑᯄᯉᯄᯂᯓᯈᯎᯍᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯎᯑᯃᯒ ᯃᯈᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯀᯓᮍ ᮨᯍᯒᯓᯄᯀᯃᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯓᯔᯑᯍᯄᯃ ᯀᯖᯀᯘ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯀ ᯒᯈᯋᯄᯍᯓ ᯍᯎᯃᮍ

ᮁᮦᯄᯓ ᯃᯑᯄᯒᯒᯄᯃᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄᯍ ᯖᯄ ᯆᯎᮍᮁ

ᮁᮧᯔᯇᮞ ᮮᯇ…ᮞᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯁᯋᯈᯍᯊᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯒᯔᯑᯏᯑᯈᯒᯄᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯆᯈᯑᯋ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯀᯂᯓᯔᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯑᯄᯒᯓᯑᯀᯈᯍᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯎᯕᯄᯑᯖᯇᯄᯋᯌᯈᯍᯆᮋ ᯀᯋᯌᯎᯒᯓ ᯃᯄᯕᯎᯔᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯄᯌᯎᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯂᯇᯎᯒᯄᯍ ᯓᯎ ᯋᯄᯀᯕᯄ ᯈᯍᯒᯓᯄᯀᯃᮍ

᮳ᯒᯊᮋ ᯖᯄᯈᯑᯃᮍ

᮲ᯇᯄ’ᯃ ᯀᯒᯒᯔᯌᯄᯃ ᯒᯇᯄ’ᯃ ᯀᯓ ᯋᯄᯀᯒᯓ ᯁᯄ ᯒᯓᯑᯈᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯁᯀᯑᯄ ᯎᯍᯄ ᯌᯎᯑᯄ ᯓᯈᯌᯄ—ᯌᯀᯘᯁᯄ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯆᯑᯎᯏᯄᯃ ᯈᯅ ᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆᯒ ᯆᯎᯓ ᯁᯀᯃᮍ

᮶ᯀᯈᯓ… ᯈᯒ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯀ ᯓᯑᯈᯂᯊᮞ

ᮭᯎᮋ ᯍᯎᮍ ᮣᯎᯍ’ᯓ ᯌᯄᯀᯒᯔᯑᯄ ᯀ ᯍᯎᯁᯋᯄ’ᯒ ᯇᯄᯀᯑᯓ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯀ ᯂᯎᯌᯌᯎᯍᯄᯑ’ᯒ ᯌᯈᯍᯃᮀ

ᮣᯄᯋᯈᯁᯄᯑᯀᯓᯄᯋᯘ ᯋᯄᯀᯕᯈᯍᯆ ᯎᯍᯋᯘ ᯓᯎ ᯑᯄᯓᯔᯑᯍ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯌᯎᯂᯊ ᯇᯄᯑ—ᯎᯍᯋᯘ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯃᯀᯌᯍ ᮠᯈ ᯖᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯏᯔᯋᯋ ᯒᯎᯌᯄᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯓᯇᯀᯓᮍ

᮶ᯈᯓᯇ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯎᯔᯆᯇᯓᮋ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯈᯍᯒᯓᯀᯍᯓᯋᯘ ᯑᯄᯋᯀᯗᯄᯃ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯁᯄᯆᯀᯍ ᯇᯀᯒᯓᯈᯋᯘ ᯏᯔᯋᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯎᯅᯅ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯂᯋᯎᯓᯇᯄᯒᮍ

᮳ᯇᯀᯍᯊᯒ ᯓᯎ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯏᯄᯓᯈᯓᯄ ᯅᯑᯀᯌᯄᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯃᯈᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯒᯓᯑᯔᯆᯆᯋᯄ ᯌᯔᯂᯇ ᯓᯎ ᯑᯄᯌᯎᯕᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯋᯃ ᯎᯔᯓᯅᯈᯓᮍ

ᮁᮬᯌᯌ…ᮁ

᮳ᯇᯄᯍᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯋᯈᯓᯓᯋᯄ ᯋᯎᯋᯈ ᯈᯌᯌᯄᯃᯈᯀᯓᯄᯋᯘ ᯂᯔᯑᯋᯄᯃ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯀ ᯁᯀᯋᯋᮍ

ᮭᯎ ᯏᯀᯑᯓᯈᯂᯔᯋᯀᯑ ᯑᯄᯀᯒᯎᯍ—ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯒᯇᯄ’ᯃ ᯂᯀᯔᯆᯇᯓ ᯒᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯎᯅ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯎᯖᯍ ᯑᯄᯅᯋᯄᯂᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯑᯄᯒᯒᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯀᯁᯋᯄ ᯌᯈᯑᯑᯎᯑ ᯍᯄᯀᯑᯁᯘᮍ

ᮁᮧᯎᯋᯘ—ᯓᯇᮌᯓᯇᮌᯓᯇᯀᯓ’ᯒ ᯌᯘ ᯁᯎᯃᯘᮞᮀᮁ

ᮦᯄᯓᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯔᯑᯍᯄᯃ ᯎᯍ ᯁᯘ ᯌᯘᯒᯄᯋᯅᮞ ᮶ᯇᯀᯓ ᯊᯈᯍᯃ ᯎᯅ ᯍᯎᯍᯒᯄᯍᯒᯄ ᯈᯒ ᯓᯇᯈᯒᮞᮀ ᮭᯎᮋ ᯍᯎᮋ ᯆᯎᯓᯓᯀ ᯂᯇᯀᯍᯆᯄ ᯅᯀᯒᯓᮀ

᮲ᯇᯀᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯎᯅᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯑᯀᯍᯆᯄ ᯓᯇᯎᯔᯆᯇᯓᯒᮋ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯐᯔᯈᯂᯊᯋᯘ ᯆᯑᯀᯁᯁᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯔᯑᯏᯋᯄ ᯃᯑᯄᯒᯒᮋ ᯒᯇᯎᯎᯊ ᯈᯓ ᯎᯔᯓ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯁᯎᯓᯇ ᯇᯀᯍᯃᯒᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯂᯎᯍᯅᯈᯑᯌᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯅᯑᯎᯍᯓᮋ ᯁᯀᯂᯊᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯎᯑᯈᯄᯍᯓᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄᯍᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯋᯀᯒᯒᯈᯂ ᯌᯎᯕᯄ—ᯏᯔᯋᯋ ᯈᯓ ᯎᯕᯄᯑ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯇᯄᯀᯃᮀ

᮶ᯇᯄᯍ ᯈᯍ ᯃᯎᯔᯁᯓᮋ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯘᯀᯍᯊ ᯈᯓ ᯎᯍᮍ ᮲ᯄᯄᯌᯒ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯔᯍᯈᯕᯄᯑᯒᯀᯋ ᯓᯑᯔᯓᯇ ᯇᯎᯋᯃᯒ ᯔᯏ ᯍᯎ ᯌᯀᯓᯓᯄᯑ ᯖᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯀᯑᯄᮀ

ᮮᯍᯂᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯑᯄᯒᯒ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯎᯍᮋ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯓᯔᯑᯍᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯀᯓᯓᯄᯍᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯋᯀᯂᯊ ᯅᯀᯁᯑᯈᯂ ᯈᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯇᯀᯍᯃᯒᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯓᯄᯗᯓᯔᯑᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯒᯌᯎᯎᯓᯇᮋ ᯀᯋᯌᯎᯒᯓ ᯒᯈᯋᯊᯘ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯎᯔᯂᯇᮍ

ᮁᮡᯋᯀᯂᯊ ᯒᯓᯎᯂᯊᯈᯍᯆᯒ…ᮁ

ᮧᯄᯑ ᯋᯄᯆᯒ ᯈᯍᯒᯓᯈᯍᯂᯓᯈᯕᯄᯋᯘ ᯏᯑᯄᯒᯒᯄᯃ ᯓᯎᯆᯄᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯀᯒ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯀᯑᯄᯃ ᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯄᯌᮋ ᯂᯇᯄᯄᯊᯒ ᯁᯔᯑᯍᯈᯍᯆᮍ

ᮢᯎᯌᯏᯀᯑᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯊᯈᯑᯓᯒᮋ ᯒᯓᯎᯂᯊᯈᯍᯆᯒ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯒᯎᯌᯄᯇᯎᯖ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯌᯎᯑᯄ ᯄᯌᯁᯀᯑᯑᯀᯒᯒᯈᯍᯆᮍ ᮥᯎᯑ ᯒᯎᯌᯄ ᯑᯄᯀᯒᯎᯍᮋ ᯖᯄᯀᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄᯌ ᯅᯄᯋᯓ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ… ᯓᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯍᯎ ᯆᯎᯈᯍᯆ ᯁᯀᯂᯊᮍ

ᮁ᮳ᯂᯇᮍ ᮧᯔᯑᯑᯘ ᯔᯏᮍᮁ

ᮠ ᯂᯎᯋᯃᮋ ᯈᯌᯏᯀᯓᯈᯄᯍᯓ ᯕᯎᯈᯂᯄ ᯂᯀᯌᯄ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯎᯔᯓᯒᯈᯃᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯎᯎᯑᮍ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯉᯎᯋᯓᯄᯃ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯈᯌᯌᯄᯃᯈᯀᯓᯄᯋᯘ ᯂᯀᯋᯋᯄᯃ ᯁᯀᯂᯊᮋ ᮁᮠᮌᯀᯋᯌᯎᯒᯓᮀ ᮳ᯇᯑᯄᯄ ᯌᯈᯍᯔᯓᯄᯒᮀᮁ

ᮭᯎ ᯓᯈᯌᯄ ᯓᯎ ᯎᯕᯄᯑᯓᯇᯈᯍᯊ ᯈᯓ ᯍᯎᯖᮀ

᮲ᯇᯄ ᯒᯇᯎᯎᯊ ᯎᯔᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯇᯈᯆᯇᮌᯇᯈᯆᯇᯒ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯒᯇᯎᯕᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯅᯎᯎᯓ ᯈᯍᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯋᯋᯀᯏᯒᯄᯃ ᯅᯀᯁᯑᯈᯂ ᯆᯑᯀᯃᯔᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯒᯓᯑᯄᯓᯂᯇᯄᯃ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯀ ᯓᯀᯍᯓᯀᯋᯈᯙᯈᯍᯆ ᯂᯔᯑᯕᯄ ᯀᯒ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯉᯀᯃᯄᮌᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯓᯎᯄᯒ ᯏᯔᯒᯇᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯔᯆᯇᮍ

᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯒᯓᯑᯀᯈᯍᯄᯃᮋ ᯅᯄᯄᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯎᯂᯊᯈᯍᯆᯒ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯀᯁᯒᯔᯑᯃᯋᯘ ᯇᯀᯑᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯏᯔᯋᯋ ᯔᯏᮍ

ᮬᯀᯘᯁᯄ… ᮨ’ᯌ ᯏᯔᯓᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄᯌ ᯎᯍ ᯖᯑᯎᯍᯆᮞ ᮨ ᯓᯇᯈᯍᯊ ᯘᯎᯔ’ᯑᯄ ᯒᯔᯏᯏᯎᯒᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯅᯎᯋᯃ ᯓᯇᯄᯌ ᯅᯈᯑᯒᯓ ᯎᯑ ᯒᯎᯌᯄᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆᮍ ᮶ᯇᯀᯓᯄᯕᯄᯑᮀ

ᮯᯔᯋᯋᮀ

ᮡᯑᯔᯓᯄ ᯅᯎᯑᯂᯄ ᯒᯎᯋᯕᯄᯒ ᯄᯕᯄᯑᯘᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆᮀ

᮶ᯈᯓᯇ ᯀ ᯒᯔᯃᯃᯄᯍᮋ ᯅᯎᯑᯂᯄᯅᯔᯋ ᯘᯀᯍᯊ—

᮱ᯈᯈᯈᯏᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯎᯂᯊᯈᯍᯆᯒ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯎᯍᮋ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯍᯎᯖ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯀ ᯓᯄᯀᯑ ᯑᯔᯍᯍᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯋᯎᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄᯌᮋ ᯒᯏᯋᯈᯓᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯎᯏᯄᯍ ᯎᯕᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯋᯔᯒᯇᮋ ᯒᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᯋᯘ ᯒᯇᯄᯄᯑ ᯒᯊᯈᯍ ᯎᯅ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯈᯆᯇᮍ

ᮁ᮴ᯔᯔ…ᮁ

᮳ᯇᯄᯒᯄ ᯌᯔᯒᯓ’ᯕᯄ ᯁᯄᯄᯍ ᯄᯗᯏᯄᯍᯒᯈᯕᯄ…

ᮨᯅ ᮨ ᯑᯔᯈᯍᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄᯌᮋ ᯖᯈᯋᯋ ᮨ ᯆᯄᯓ ᯏᯔᯍᯈᯒᯇᯄᯃ…ᮞ

᮶ᯈᯓᯇ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯅᯄᯀᯑ ᯈᯍ ᯌᯈᯍᯃᮋ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯂᯀᯑᯄᯅᯔᯋᯋᯘ ᯅᯎᯋᯃᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯓᯎᯂᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯁᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄ ᯏᯔᯓᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯓ ᯎᯍᮋ ᯒᯋᯈᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯓ ᯒᯌᯎᯎᯓᯇᯋᯘ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯏᯋᯀᯂᯄᮍ ᮩᯔᯒᯓ ᯍᯄᯄᯃᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯀᯃᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯋᯀᯂᯄ ᯓᯑᯈᯌ ᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯎᯏᮍ

ᮠᯅᯓᯄᯑ ᯒᯌᯎᯎᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯋᯀᯂᯊ ᯋᯀᯂᯄ ᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯎᯏᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯐᯔᯈᯄᯓᯋᯘ ᯒᯓᯄᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯎᯔᯓᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯒᯈᯋᯕᯄᯑᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯁᯄᯀᯔᯓᯘ’ᯒ ᯆᯀᯙᯄ ᯈᯌᯌᯄᯃᯈᯀᯓᯄᯋᯘ ᯋᯎᯂᯊᯄᯃ ᯎᯍᯓᯎ ᯇᯄᯑ—ᯈᯍᯓᯄᯍᯒᯄᮋ ᯒᯂᯎᯑᯂᯇᯈᯍᯆ—ᯌᯀᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯋᯎᯖᯄᯑ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯇᯄᯀᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯄᯌᯁᯀᯑᯑᯀᯒᯒᯌᯄᯍᯓᮋ ᯅᯈᯍᯆᯄᯑᯒ ᯍᯄᯑᯕᯎᯔᯒᯋᯘ ᯅᯈᯃᯃᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯊᯈᯑᯓᮍ

ᮁᮥᯎᯋᯋᯎᯖ ᯌᯄᮍᮁ

ᮠᯅᯓᯄᯑ ᯀ ᯋᯎᯍᯆ ᯏᯀᯔᯒᯄᮋ ᮨᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀ ᯅᯈᯍᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯁᯈᯓ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯋᯈᯏ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯓᯔᯑᯍᯄᯃ ᯀᯖᯀᯘᮍ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯍᯎᯃᯃᯄᯃ ᯒᯄᯑᯈᯎᯔᯒᯋᯘ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯇᯔᯑᯑᯈᯄᯃ ᯀᯅᯓᯄᯑ ᯇᯄᯑᮍ

ᮭᯎᯖᮋ ᯖᯇᯄᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᮨ ᯂᯀᯍ ᯄᯒᯂᯀᯏᯄ ᮠᯈ’ᯒ ᯅᯀᯓᯄ ᯃᯄᯏᯄᯍᯃᯒ ᯄᯍᯓᯈᯑᯄᯋᯘ ᯎᯍ ᯌᯘ ᯏᯄᯑᯅᯎᯑᯌᯀᯍᯂᯄ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᯎᯍ ᯎᯔᯓᮀ

ᮧᯄᯑ ᯋᯈᯓᯓᯋᯄ ᯇᯄᯀᯑᯓ ᯏᯎᯔᯍᯃᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯋᯃᯋᯘᮍ

ᮨ’ᯕᯄ ᯆᯎᯓᯓᯀ ᯒᯓᯀᯘ ᯒᯇᯀᯑᯏᮀ

᮶ᯇᯎ ᯊᯍᯎᯖᯒᮞ ᮨᯅ ᮨ ᯃᯎ ᯖᯄᯋᯋᮋ ᯌᯀᯘᯁᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒ ᯖᯈᯋᯋ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯀᯏᯏᯎᯈᯍᯓ ᯌᯄ ᯀᯒ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯂᯇᯀᯍᯂᯄᯋᯋᯎᯑ ᯎᯑ ᯒᯎᯌᯄᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆᯝ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯓᯇᯎᯔᯆᯇᯓ ᯌᯀᯃᯄ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯇᯔᯌ ᯂᯇᯄᯄᯑᯅᯔᯋᯋᯘᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯋᯈᯍᯆᯄᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯎᯑᯄᯍᯄᯒᯒ ᯈᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯁᯎᯃᯘ ᯅᯀᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯖᯀᯘᮍ

᮲ᯇᯄ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯒᯓᯎᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯋᯈᯌᯏᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯒ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯖᯀᯋᯊᯄᯃᮍ

ᮁᮮᯖ—ᮞᮀᮁ

ᮡᯔᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯎᯌᯄᯍᯓ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯅᯎᯂᯔᯒᯄᯃ ᯎᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯏᯎᯒᯓᯔᯑᯄᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯀᯍᯊᯋᯄ ᯓᯖᯈᯒᯓᯄᯃᮋ ᯒᯄᯍᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯓᯔᯌᯁᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯈᯃᯄᯖᯀᯘᯒᮍ ᮁᮤᯄᯄᯊ—ᮞᮀᮁ

ᮁᮨ ᯓᯎᯋᯃ ᯘᯎᯔᮋᮁ ᮨᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀ ᯒᯀᯈᯃ ᯅᯋᯀᯓᯋᯘᮋ ᯄᯅᯅᯎᯑᯓᯋᯄᯒᯒᯋᯘ ᯂᯀᯓᯂᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯋᯎᯋᯈ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯎᯍᯄ ᯇᯀᯍᯃᮋ ᮁᯃᯎᯍ’ᯓ ᯖᯄᯀᯑ ᯇᯄᯄᯋᯒ ᯈᯅ ᯘᯎᯔ’ᯑᯄ ᯍᯎᯓ ᯔᯒᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄᯌᮍᮁ

ᮁᮨᮌᮨ ᯀᯌ ᯔᯒᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄᯌᮀᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯂᯋᯔᯍᯆ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯈᯋᯕᯄᯑᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯁᯄᯀᯔᯓᯘ’ᯒ ᯀᯑᯌ—ᯓᯇᯈᯂᯊ ᯀᯒ ᯀ ᯁᯔᯒ ᯇᯀᯍᯃᯑᯀᯈᯋ—ᯀᯍᯃ ᯖᯈᯆᯆᯋᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯅᯎᯎᯓᮍ ᮁᮨᯓ’ᯒ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯘᯎᯔ’ᯑᯄ ᯖᯄᯀᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄᯌ ᯓᯎᯎᮀ ᮨᯅ ᮨ ᯃᯎᯍ’ᯓᮋ ᮨ’ᯋᯋ ᯑᯄᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯋᯎᯎᯊ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯀ ᯌᯈᯃᯆᯄᯓᮀᮁ

ᮁᮍᮍᮍᮁ

ᮨᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀ ᯌᯀᯒᯒᯀᯆᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯓᯄᯌᯏᯋᯄᯒᮍ

᮳ᯇᯈᯒ ᯆᯈᯑᯋ ᯍᯄᯕᯄᯑ ᯅᯀᯈᯋᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯋᯄᯀᯕᯄ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯏᯄᯄᯂᯇᯋᯄᯒᯒᮍ

᮶ᯈᯓᯇ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯈᯋᯕᯄᯑᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯁᯄᯀᯔᯓᯘ ᯒᯔᯏᯏᯎᯑᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑᮋ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯓᯎᯎᯊ ᯀ ᯅᯄᯖ ᯂᯀᯑᯄᯅᯔᯋ ᯒᯓᯄᯏᯒ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯆᯑᯀᯃᯔᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯀᯃᯉᯔᯒᯓᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯋᯎᯖ ᯇᯄᯄᯋᯒᮍ

ᮮᯍᯋᯘ ᯓᯇᯄᯍ ᯃᯈᯃ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯏᯀᯑᯄ ᯅᯎᯂᯔᯒ ᯓᯎ ᯂᯔᯑᯈᯎᯔᯒᯋᯘ ᯆᯋᯀᯍᯂᯄ ᯀᯑᯎᯔᯍᯃᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯑᯑᯈᯃᯎᯑ ᯁᯄᯍᯄᯀᯓᯇ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯅᯄᯄᯓ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯒᯏᯀᯂᯈᯎᯔᯒᮋ ᯈᯓᯒ ᯖᯀᯋᯋᯒ ᯀᯃᯎᯑᯍᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯄᯗᯐᯔᯈᯒᯈᯓᯄ ᯎᯈᯋ ᯏᯀᯈᯍᯓᯈᯍᯆᯒᮍ

᮲ᯔᯍᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯒᯓᯑᯄᯀᯌᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯓᯀᯋᯋ ᯖᯈᯍᯃᯎᯖᯒᮋ ᯂᯀᯒᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯆᯎᯋᯃᯄᯍ ᯏᯀᯓᯂᯇᯄᯒ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯀᯑᯁᯋᯄ ᯅᯋᯎᯎᯑᮍ

᮳ᯀᯏᮋ ᯓᯀᯏᮋ ᯓᯀᯏᮍ

᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ’ᯒ ᯅᯎᯎᯓᯒᯓᯄᯏᯒ ᯄᯂᯇᯎᯄᯃ ᯂᯑᯈᯒᯏᯋᯘ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯄᯌᯏᯓᯘ ᯇᯀᯋᯋᯖᯀᯘᮍ

ᮣᯄᯒᯂᯄᯍᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯀᯈᯑᯒᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯄᯍᯓᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯀ ᯆᯑᯀᯍᯃ ᯇᯀᯋᯋ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯀ ᯓᯎᯖᯄᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯃᯎᯌᯄ ᯂᯄᯈᯋᯈᯍᯆᮋ ᯈᯓᯒ ᯒᯔᯑᯅᯀᯂᯄ ᯏᯀᯈᯍᯓᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯈᯍᯓᯑᯈᯂᯀᯓᯄ ᯌᯔᯑᯀᯋᯒᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯅᯋᯎᯎᯑ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯂᯎᯕᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯀ ᯃᯄᯄᯏ ᯑᯄᯃ ᯂᯀᯑᯏᯄᯓᮍ

᮱ᯎᯖᯒ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯎᯖᯄᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯏᯈᯋᯋᯀᯑᯒ ᯋᯈᯍᯄᯃ ᯄᯈᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯈᯃᯄᮋ ᯋᯄᯍᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯏᯀᯂᯄ ᯀ ᯒᯎᯋᯄᯌᯍ ᯀᯈᯑᮍ

᮲ᯓᯀᯍᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯄᯍᯓᯄᯑᮋ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯒᯏᯔᯍ ᯈᯍ ᯀ ᯒᯋᯎᯖ ᯂᯈᯑᯂᯋᯄᮋ ᯀᯖᯄᯒᯓᯑᯔᯂᯊᮍ

ᮁᮣᯀᯌᯍᮋ ᮨᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀ… ᯈᯒ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯏᯀᯋᯀᯂᯄᮞ ᮨᯓ’ᯒ ᯒᯎ—ᮁ

ᮁ᮸ᯄᯒ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯍᯎᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯋᯄᯅᯓ ᯇᯀᯋᯅ ᯈᯒ ᯌᯈᯍᯄᮚ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯑᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯈᯒ ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ’ᯒᮍᮁ

ᮨᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀ ᯂᯑᯎᯒᯒᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯀᯑᯌᯒᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯓᯎᯍᯄ ᯈᯍᯃᯈᯅᯅᯄᯑᯄᯍᯓᮍ ᮁ᮳ᯇᯈᯒ ᯈᯒ ᯖᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᯎᯔᯑ ᯓᯄᯑᯑᯈᯓᯎᯑᯈᯄᯒ ᯌᯄᯄᯓᮍᮁ

ᮁᮮᯇᯇᯇᮀ ᮦᯎᯓ ᯈᯓᮋ ᯆᯎᯓ ᯈᯓᮀᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯍᯎᯃᯃᯄᯃ ᯕᯈᯆᯎᯑᯎᯔᯒᯋᯘᮍ ᮁ᮲ᯎ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯏᯀᯋᯀᯂᯄ ᯈᯒ ᯁᯔᯈᯋᯓ ᯑᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯎᯑᯃᯄᯑᮋ ᯇᯔᯇᮞ ᮫ᯈᯊᯄ ᯀ ᯏᯎᯋᯈᯓᯈᯂᯀᯋ ᯌᯀᯑᯑᯈᯀᯆᯄᯝ ᮨ ᯊᯍᯄᯖ ᯈᯓᮀ ᮶ᯈᯓᯇ ᯓᯖᯎ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒᯄᯒ ᯖᯎᯑᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯎᯆᯄᯓᯇᯄᯑᮋ ᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆᯒ ᯌᯔᯒᯓ ᯆᯄᯓ ᯃᯎᯍᯄ ᯓᯖᯈᯂᯄ ᯀᯒ ᯅᯀᯒᯓᮀᮁ

ᮁᮮᯖᮀᮁ

ᮯᯑᯄᯃᯈᯂᯓᯀᯁᯋᯘᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯈᯋᯕᯄᯑᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯁᯄᯀᯔᯓᯘ ᯅᯋᯈᯂᯊᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯅᯎᯑᯄᯇᯄᯀᯃᮍ ᮁ᮶ᯀᯓᯂᯇ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯌᯎᯔᯓᯇᮍᮁ

ᮁᮥᯈᯍᯄ…ᮁ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯋᯎᯋᯈ ᯏᯎᯔᯓᯄᯃᮋ ᯑᯔᯁᯁᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯇᯄᯀᯃ ᯖᯇᯈᯋᯄ ᯆᯑᯔᯌᯁᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯍᯓᯄᯑᯍᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓ ᯇᯎᯖ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯓᯀᯊᯄ ᯀ ᯉᯎᯊᯄᮍ

᮶ᯇᯀᯓ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯃᯈᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯊᯍᯎᯖ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯈᯅ ᯀᯍᯘᯎᯍᯄ ᯄᯋᯒᯄ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯃᯀᯑᯄᯃ ᯒᯀᯘ ᯓᯇᯀᯓᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯇᯄᯀᯃ ᯖᯎᯔᯋᯃ’ᯕᯄ ᯀᯋᯑᯄᯀᯃᯘ ᯑᯎᯋᯋᯄᯃᮍ

ᮁ᮶ᯇᯎᯀᮋ ᯈᯒ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯒᯎᯋᯈᯃ ᯆᯎᯋᯃᮞᮁ

ᮁᮮᯎᯇᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯄᯍᯆᯑᯀᯕᯈᯍᯆᯒ ᯅᯄᯄᯋ ᯀᯌᯀᯙᯈᯍᯆᮀᮁ

ᮁᮧᯄᯘᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᯀᯑᯄ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯌᯀᯈᯃᯒ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯁᯔᯓᯋᯄᯑᯒᮀᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ’ᯒ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯌᯎᯔᯓᯇ ᯍᯄᯕᯄᯑ ᯒᯓᯎᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯌᯎᯕᯈᯍᯆᮋ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯀ ᯂᯎᯔᯍᯓᯑᯘ ᯁᯔᯌᯏᯊᯈᯍ ᯒᯄᯄᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯈᯓᯘ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯅᯈᯑᯒᯓ ᯓᯈᯌᯄᮍ

᮳ᯇᯈᯒ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯈᯒᯄᯊᯀᯈ ᯋᯈᯅᯄ ᯒᯇᯄ’ᯃ ᯃᯑᯄᯀᯌᯄᯃ ᯎᯅᮀ

ᮠ ᯏᯀᯋᯀᯂᯄᮋ ᯆᯎᯋᯃ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯉᯄᯖᯄᯋᯒᮋ ᯆᯎᯔᯑᯌᯄᯓ ᯅᯄᯀᯒᯓᯒᮋ ᯌᯀᯈᯃᯒᮋ ᯁᯋᯔᯄ ᯒᯊᯈᯄᯒᮋ ᯆᯑᯄᯄᯍ ᯅᯈᯄᯋᯃᯒ…

ᮨᯅ ᯎᯍᯋᯘ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯈᯂᯄ ᯐᯔᯄᯄᯍ ᯁᯄᯒᯈᯃᯄ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯖᯀᯒᯍ’ᯓ ᯂᯎᯍᯒᯓᯀᯍᯓᯋᯘ ᯓᯇᯈᯍᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓ ᯏᯔᯍᯈᯒᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑᮋ ᯈᯓ’ᯃ ᯁᯄ ᯏᯄᯑᯅᯄᯂᯓᮍ

ᮁ᮲ᯓᯎᯏ ᯆᯀᯖᯊᯈᯍᯆᮍ ᮸ᯎᯔ’ᯋᯋ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯏᯋᯄᯍᯓᯘ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯈᯌᯄ ᯓᯎ ᯋᯎᯎᯊ ᯋᯀᯓᯄᯑᮍ ᮳ᯇᯈᯒ ᯖᯀᯘᮍᮁ

ᮁᮮᯊᯀᯘ…ᮁ

᮱ᯄᯋᯔᯂᯓᯀᯍᯓᯋᯘᮋ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯓᯎᯑᯄ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯆᯀᯙᯄ ᯀᯖᯀᯘ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯅᯎᯋᯋᯎᯖᯄᯃ ᮨᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯀ ᯃᯎᯎᯑ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯑᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯒᯈᯃᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯇᯀᯋᯋᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯑᯎᯎᯌ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯄᯍᯓᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯃᯈᯌᯋᯘ ᯋᯈᯓᮋ ᯈᯓᯒ ᯃᯄᯂᯎᯑ ᯒᯓᯀᯓᯄᯋᯘ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯒᯎᯋᯄᯌᯍᮍ

ᮨᯌᯏᯄᯑᯈᯀᯋ ᯅᯋᯀᯆᯒ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯑᯎᯘᯀᯋ ᯂᯑᯄᯒᯓᯒ ᯇᯔᯍᯆ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯀᯋᯋᯒᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯀ ᯌᯀᯒᯒᯈᯕᯄ ᯓᯀᯁᯋᯄ ᯃᯎᯌᯈᯍᯀᯓᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯄᯍᯓᯄᯑᮋ ᯂᯎᯕᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯃᯎᯂᯔᯌᯄᯍᯓᯒ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯌᯀᯏᯒᮍ

᮲ᯄᯀᯓᯄᯃ ᯈᯍᯒᯈᯃᯄ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯈᯍᯊᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯎᮌᯂᯀᯋᯋᯄᯃ ᮁᯁᯄᯒᯓ ᯅᯑᯈᯄᯍᯃᮍᮁ

ᮁ᮶ᯄᯋᯋᮋ ᯖᯄᯋᯋᮋ ᯋᯎᯎᯊ ᯖᯇᯎ ᯃᯄᯂᯈᯃᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯇᯎᯖ ᯔᯏᮍᮁ

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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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