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

Chapter 35

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 ᯂᯎᯍᯕᯄᯑᯒᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯁᯄᯓᯖᯄᯄᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯖᯎ ᯌᯀᯃᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯈᯋᯕᯄᯑᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯍᯎᯁᯋᯄᯖᯎᯌᯀᯍ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯈᯍᯊᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯆᯈᯑᯋ ᯍᯀᯑᯑᯎᯖ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯄᯘᯄᯒᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯄᯗᯏᯑᯄᯒᯒᯈᯎᯍᯒ ᯈᯍᯒᯓᯀᯍᯓᯋᯘ ᯓᯔᯑᯍᯈᯍᯆ ᯆᯑᯀᯕᯄᮍ

ᮠᯅᯓᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯖᯎ ᯋᯈᯓᯓᯋᯄ ᯎᯍᯄᯒ’ ᯓᯇᯎᯑᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯀᯍᯀᯋᯘᯒᯈᯒᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯖᯎ ᯎᯋᯃᯄᯑ ᯆᯈᯑᯋᯒ ᯍᯎᯖ ᯇᯄᯋᯃ ᯀ ᯃᯑᯀᯒᯓᯈᯂᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯂᯇᯀᯍᯆᯄᯃ ᯎᯏᯈᯍᯈᯎᯍ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄᯌᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄᯘ ᯖᯄᯑᯄᯍ’ᯓ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯋᯈᯕᯄᯋᯘᮋ ᯀᯃᯎᯑᯀᯁᯋᯄᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯈᯍᯍᯎᯂᯄᯍᯓ ᯂᯇᯈᯋᯃᯑᯄᯍ—ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯏᯎᯒᯒᯄᯒᯒᯄᯃ ᯀᯒᯓᯎᯍᯈᯒᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯍᯓᯄᯋᯋᯄᯂᯓ ᯀᯒ ᯖᯄᯋᯋᮍ ᮳ᯇᯔᯒᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯖᯎᯑᯃᯒ ᯌᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯕᯄᯑᯘ ᯖᯄᯋᯋ ᯇᯎᯋᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯊᯄᯘ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯑᯄᯂᯄᯍᯓ ᯀᯓᯓᯀᯂᯊᮍ

ᮠᯓ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯓᯇᯎᯔᯆᯇᯓᮋ ᮨᯑᯈᯘᯀ’ᯒ ᯄᯗᯏᯑᯄᯒᯒᯈᯎᯍ ᯓᯔᯑᯍᯄᯃ ᯈᯂᯘᮋ ᯀ ᯅᯀᯈᯍᯓ ᯋᯀᯘᯄᯑ ᯎᯅ ᯅᯑᯎᯒᯓ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯅᯎᯑᯌᯈᯍᯆ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯇᯀᯍᯃᯋᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯓᯄᯀᯂᯔᯏᮍ

ᮁᮨ’ᯕᯄ ᯀᯋᯑᯄᯀᯃᯘ ᯒᯄᯍᯓ ᯆᯔᯀᯑᯃᯒ ᯓᯎ ᯈᯍᯕᯄᯒᯓᯈᯆᯀᯓᯄᮋ ᯈᯍᯂᯋᯔᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯎᯁᯋᯈᯍ ᯂᯀᯕᯄᯒ ᯖᯄᯒᯓ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯍᯎᯑᯓᯇ ᯎᯅ ᮤᯋᯓᯎᯍ ᮳ᯎᯖᯍᮋ ᯀᯒ ᯖᯄᯋᯋ ᯀᯒ ᯐᯔᯄᯒᯓᯈᯎᯍᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯑᯄᯒᯈᯃᯄᯍᯓᯒ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓ ᯀᯍᯘ ᯒᯓᯑᯀᯍᯆᯄ ᯎᯂᯂᯔᯑᯑᯄᯍᯂᯄᯒ ᯋᯀᯓᯄᯋᯘᮍᮁ

ᮠᯒ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯈᯋᯕᯄᯑᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯁᯄᯀᯔᯓᯘ ᯒᯏᯎᯊᯄᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯈᯍᯊᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯆᯈᯑᯋ ᯇᯔᯆᯆᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯋᯎᯍᯃᯄ ᯈᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯀᯑᯌᯒ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯒᯀᯈᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯀ ᯒᯌᯈᯋᯄᮋ ᮁ᮳ᯇᯀᯍᯊᯒ ᯓᯎ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯓᯖᯎᮋ ᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑᯖᯈᯒᯄᮋ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯈᯅ ᯖᯄ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃ’ᯕᯄ ᯒᯔᯑᯕᯈᯕᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯎᯁᯋᯈᯍ ᯎᯍᯒᯋᯀᯔᯆᯇᯓᮋ ᮤᯋᯓᯎᯍ ᮳ᯎᯖᯍ ᯖᯎᯔᯋᯃ’ᯕᯄ ᯋᯎᯒᯓ ᯇᯀᯋᯅ ᯈᯓᯒ ᯏᯄᯎᯏᯋᯄᮍ ᮳ᯇᯀᯓ ᯖᯎᯔᯋᯃ’ᯕᯄ ᯂᯎᯌᯏᯋᯄᯓᯄᯋᯘ ᯃᯄᯒᯓᯑᯎᯘᯄᯃ ᯏᯔᯁᯋᯈᯂ ᯓᯑᯔᯒᯓᮍ ᮠᯍᯃᮋ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯀᯘ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯏᯑᯎᯓᯄᯂᯓᯄᯃ ᯌᯄ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯒᯖᯎᯑᯃ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯒᯔᯝᯏᯄᯑ ᯂᯎᯎᯋᯝᮁ

ᮁ᮶ᮌᯖᮌᯖᯇᯀᯓᮞᮀ ᮨᮌᮨ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯃᯈᯃ ᯈᯓ ᯎᯍ ᯀ ᯖᯇᯈᯌᮀᮁ

ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯅᯋᯔᯒᯇᯄᯃ ᯑᯄᯃ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯄᯀᯑᯒ ᯓᯎ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯂᯇᯄᯄᯊᯒᮋ ᯓᯔᯑᯍᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯀ ᯒᯓᯔᯓᯓᯄᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯌᯄᯒᯒᮋ ᯌᯔᯂᯇ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯀᯌᯔᯒᯄᯌᯄᯍᯓ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯋᯎᯋᯈᮍ

ᮁᮯᯎᯎᯑ ᮳ᯎᯌᯝᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯘ ᯋᯄᯓ ᯎᯔᯓ ᯀ ᯆᯈᯆᯆᯋᯄᮋ ᯓᯈᯋᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯋᯈᯓᯓᯋᯄ ᯅᯀᯂᯄ ᯔᯏ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯍᯔᯃᯆᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯄᯀᯔᯓᯘ ᯁᯄᯇᯈᯍᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯄᯋᯁᯎᯖᮍ

ᮁᮧᯌᯏᯇᯝ ᮨᯑᯈᯘᯀᮋ ᯋᯎᯎᯊ ᯀᯓ ᯇᯄᯑᮋ ᯀᯓ ᯋᯄᯀᯒᯓ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯊᯍᯎᯖᯒ ᯇᯎᯖ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯀᯘ ᯓᯇᯀᯍᯊᯒᮍ ᮶ᯇᯀᯓ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓ ᯘᯎᯔᮞ ᮲ᯀᯘ ᮆ᮳ᯇᯀᯍᯊ ᯘᯎᯔᮋ ᮫ᯀᯃᯘ ᮫ᯈᯕᯘᮆᯝᮞᮁ

᮴ᯍᯄᯗᯏᯄᯂᯓᯄᯃᯋᯘᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯈᯋᯕᯄᯑᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯁᯄᯀᯔᯓᯘ ᯑᯄᯓᯀᯋᯈᯀᯓᯄᯃ ᯁᯘ ᯍᯔᯃᯆᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯁᯀᯂᯊ—ᯑᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯔᯓᯓᮍ

ᮁᮤᯄᯊᮀᮁ

ᮁ᮪ᯄᯄᯏ ᯓᯀᯋᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯍᯎᯍᯒᯄᯍᯒᯄᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯖᯎᯍ’ᯓ ᯁᯄ ᯀᯁᯋᯄ ᯓᯎ ᯖᯀᯋᯊ ᯋᯀᯓᯄᯑᮀᮁ

ᮁ᮴ᯔᯔ… ᯖᯇᯘ ᯀᯑᯄ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯒᯎ ᯌᯄᯀᯍᮞᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯘ ᯏᯎᯔᯓᯄᯃᮋ ᯒᯔᯋᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯒ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯒᯈᯋᯄᯍᯓᯋᯘ ᯑᯄᯏᯄᯀᯓᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯇᯄᯀᯑᯓᮙ ᮤᯍᯃᯔᯑᯄ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯍᯎᯖᮋ ᯑᯄᯓᯑᯄᯀᯓ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯎᯑᯌᮍ

ᮮᯍᯂᯄ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯓᯑᯄᯍᯆᯓᯇ ᯆᯑᯄᯖᮋ ᯎᯍᯄ ᯃᯀᯘᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ’ᯃ ᯓᯈᯄ ᮨᯑᯈᯘᯀ ᯔᯏᮀ ᮯᯈᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯃᯎᯖᯍᮀ

ᮬᯀᯊᯄ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯏᯑᯀᯈᯒᯄ ᯇᯎᯖ ᯂᯀᯏᯀᯁᯋᯄ ᮫ᯈᯕᯘ ᯖᯀᯒᮀ

ᮥᯎᯑᯂᯄ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯒᯈᯋᯕᯄᯑᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯁᯄᯀᯔᯓᯘ ᯓᯎ ᯖᯄᯀᯑ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯀᯌᯄ ᯇᯔᯌᯈᯋᯈᯀᯓᯄᯃ ᯄᯗᯏᯑᯄᯒᯒᯈᯎᯍ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯋᯀᯒᯓ ᯍᯈᯆᯇᯓᮀ

ᮩᯔᯒᯓ ᯓᯇᯈᯍᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓ ᯈᯓ ᯌᯀᯃᯄ ᮫ᯈᯕᯘ ᯇᯔᯌ ᯇᯀᯏᯏᯈᯋᯘ ᯓᯎ ᯇᯄᯑᯒᯄᯋᯅᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯄᯓᯇᯄᯑᯄᯀᯋ ᯅᯀᯈᯑᯘ ᯒᯈᯒᯓᯄᯑ ᯁᯎᯔᯍᯃ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᯒᯓ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯖᯈᯋᯋ—ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯄᯑᯄ ᯓᯇᯎᯔᯆᯇᯓ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯓᯇᯑᯈᯋᯋᯈᯍᯆᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯎᯍᯋᯘ ᯐᯔᯄᯒᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯖᯇᯄᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯎᮌᯂᯀᯋᯋᯄᯃ ᯁᯄᯒᯓᯈᯄ ᯒᯇᯀᯑᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯀᯌᯄ ᯋᯎᯅᯓᯘ ᯀᯌᯁᯈᯓᯈᯎᯍᯒᮍ ᮨᯓ’ᯃ ᯁᯄ ᯀ ᯒᯇᯀᯌᯄ ᯈᯅ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯆᯎᯓ ᯂᯎᯌᯏᯋᯄᯓᯄᯋᯘ ᯖᯑᯀᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯀᯑᯎᯔᯍᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯅᯈᯍᯆᯄᯑ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯏᯔᯑᯄᮌᯘᯄᯓᮌᯒᯄᯃᯔᯂᯓᯈᯕᯄ ᯁᯄᯀᯔᯓᯘᮍ

ᮨᯍ ᮫ᯈᯕᯘ’ᯒ ᯌᯈᯍᯃᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯑᯀᯍᯃ ᯁᯋᯔᯄᯏᯑᯈᯍᯓ ᯎᯅ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯆᯑᯄᯀᯓ ᯄᯒᯂᯀᯏᯄ ᯏᯋᯀᯍ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯀᯋᯑᯄᯀᯃᯘ ᯓᯀᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯇᯀᯏᯄᮍ

ᮁᮧᯎᯖᯄᯕᯄᯑᮍᮁ

ᮨᯑᯈᯘᯀ’ᯒ ᯒᯔᯃᯃᯄᯍ ᯖᯎᯑᯃᯒ ᯈᯍᯓᯄᯑᯑᯔᯏᯓᯄᯃ ᮫ᯈᯕᯘ’ᯒ ᯓᯇᯎᯔᯆᯇᯓᯒᮍ

ᮁᮠᯍᯘᯖᯀᯘ… ᯖᯄᯋᯋᮋ ᮨ ᯌᯄᯀᯍ… ᯘᯎᯔ ᯖᯎᯑᯊᯄᯃ ᯇᯀᯑᯃᮍᮁ

ᮥᯑᯎᯌ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯅᯈᯑᯒᯓ ᯌᯄᯄᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯎᯔᯍᯓᯀᯈᯍᯒᯈᯃᯄᮋ ᯓᯎ ᯀᯋᯋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯋᯈᯓᯓᯋᯄ ᯌᯎᯌᯄᯍᯓᯒ ᯒᯇᯄ’ᯃ ᯓᯀᯊᯄᯍ ᯂᯀᯑᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯇᯄᯑᮋ ᯓᯎ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯋᯄᯓᯇᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯂᯑᯄᯀᯓᯈᯕᯄ ᯈᯍᯕᯄᯍᯓᯈᯎᯍᯒᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯔᯍᯂᯀᯍᯍᯘ ᯅᯎᯑᯄᯒᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯈᯍ ᯁᯀᯓᯓᯋᯄᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯂᯂᯀᯒᯈᯎᯍᯀᯋ ᯆᯋᯈᯌᯏᯒᯄᯒ ᯎᯅ ᯂᯔᯓᯄᯍᯄᯒᯒ ᯈᯍ ᯃᯀᯈᯋᯘ ᯋᯈᯅᯄᮍ

ᮮᯁᯉᯄᯂᯓᯈᯕᯄᯋᯘᮋ ᯈᯓ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯀ ᯁᯑᯈᯄᯅ ᯂᯇᯀᯏᯓᯄᯑ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯑᯀᯍᯃ ᯒᯂᯇᯄᯌᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯋᯈᯅᯄ—ᯒᯎ ᯖᯇᯘ ᯃᯈᯃ ᯈᯓ ᯅᯄᯄᯋ ᯒᯎ ᯔᯍᯅᯎᯑᯆᯄᯓᯓᯀᯁᯋᯄᮞ

ᮤᯕᯄᯍ ᯈᯅ ᯒᯇᯄ’ᯃ ᯒᯏᯎᯔᯓᯄᯃ ᯑᯄᯁᯄᯋᯋᯈᯎᯔᯒ ᯍᯎᯍᯒᯄᯍᯒᯄᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯒᯓᯈᯋᯋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯀᯕᯈᯎᯑᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯒᯇᯄ’ᯃ ᯏᯋᯀᯘᯄᯃ ᯀ ᯃᯄᯂᯈᯒᯈᯕᯄ ᯑᯎᯋᯄ ᯈᯍ ᯑᯄᯏᯄᯋᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯎᯁᯋᯈᯍᯒᮍ ᮬᯀᯘᯁᯄ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯒᯇᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯓᯑᯄᯀᯓ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯀ ᯋᯈᯓᯓᯋᯄ ᯁᯄᯓᯓᯄᯑ…ᮞ

ᮩᯔᯒᯓ ᯀᯒ ᮨᯑᯈᯘᯀ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯏᯎᯍᯃᯄᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯎᯖ ᯓᯎ ᯅᯀᯂᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯋᯎᯋᯈ—

ᮁᮯᯅᯅᯓ—ᯇᯀᯇᯀᯇᯀᮀ ᮨᯅ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯖᯀᯍᯍᯀ ᯏᯑᯀᯈᯒᯄ ᯇᯄᯑᮋ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯒᯀᯘ ᯈᯓ ᯎᯔᯓᯑᯈᯆᯇᯓᮀ ᮶ᯇᯘ ᯁᯄ ᯒᯎ ᯑᯎᯔᯍᯃᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓᮞ ᮦᯄᯄᯙᮋ ᯀᯑᯄ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯀ ᯓᯒᯔᯍᯃᯄᯑᯄ ᯓᯎᯎᯝᮞᮁ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯌᯎᯂᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯕᯎᯈᯂᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯋᯎᯋᯈ ᯑᯀᯍᯆ ᯎᯔᯓ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯁᯄᯋᯎᯖᮍ ᮠ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯁᯁᯈᯍᯆ ᯕᯄᯈᯍ ᮇ💢ᮈ ᯈᯍᯒᯓᯀᯍᯓᯋᯘ ᯀᯏᯏᯄᯀᯑᯄᯃ ᯎᯍ ᮨᯑᯈᯘᯀ’ᯒ ᯅᯎᯑᯄᯇᯄᯀᯃ ᯀᯒ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯏᯈᯍᯂᯇᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯈᯑᯋ’ᯒ ᯖᯀᯈᯒᯓ ᯇᯀᯑᯃᮍ

ᮮᯅ ᯂᯎᯔᯑᯒᯄᮀ

᮲ᯇᯄ ᯒᯇᯎᯔᯋᯃ’ᯕᯄ ᯊᯍᯎᯖᯍ ᯁᯄᯓᯓᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯀᯍ ᯓᯎ ᯅᯄᯄᯋ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯀᯍ ᯎᯔᯍᯂᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯒᯘᯌᯏᯀᯓᯇᯘ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯁᯑᯀᯓᮀ

᮲ᯏᯀᯑᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯑᯎᯃᮋ ᯒᯏᯎᯈᯋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯇᯈᯋᯃᮀ

᮲ᯇᯄ’ᯃ ᯓᯄᯀᯂᯇ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯀ ᯓᯇᯎᯑᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯋᯄᯒᯒᯎᯍ ᯎᯍᯂᯄ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯆᯎᯓ ᯁᯀᯂᯊᮀ

ᮁ᮳ᯇᯈᯒ ᯌᯀᯓᯓᯄᯑ ᯑᯄᯐᯔᯈᯑᯄᯒ ᯂᯀᯑᯄᯅᯔᯋ ᯏᯋᯀᯍᯍᯈᯍᯆᮋᮁ ᮨᯑᯈᯘᯀ ᯒᯔᯏᯏᯑᯄᯒᯒᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯀᯍᯆᯄᯑᮋ ᯃᯎᯖᯍᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯋᯀᯒᯓ ᯒᯈᯏ ᯎᯅ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯍᯎᯖᮌᯈᯂᯘ ᯓᯄᯀᮍ ᮁ᮶ᯇᯈᯋᯄ ᯖᯄ ᯖᯀᯈᯓ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯈᯍᯕᯄᯒᯓᯈᯆᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍᮋ ᮫ᯈᯕᯘ—ᯂᯀᯍ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯌᯀᯒᯒᮌᯏᯑᯎᯃᯔᯂᯄ ᯓᯇᯎᯒᯄ ᯄᯗᯏᯋᯎᯒᯈᯕᯄᯒ ᯎᯅ ᯘᯎᯔᯑᯒᮞᮁ

ᮁᮬᯇᯌᮋ ᯎᯅ ᯂᯎᯔᯑᯒᯄᮍᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯘ ᯍᯎᯃᯃᯄᯃᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯑᯄᯂᯈᯏᯄ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯆᯔᯍᯏᯎᯖᯃᯄᯑ ᯖᯀᯒᯍ’ᯓ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯇᯀᯑᯃ—ᯂᯇᯀᯑᯂᯎᯀᯋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯒᯔᯋᯅᯔᯑ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯄᯀᯒᯘ ᯄᯍᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯓᯎ ᯆᯀᯓᯇᯄᯑᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯓᯑᯈᯂᯊᯘ ᯏᯀᯑᯓ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯄᯗᯓᯑᯀᯂᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯅᯈᯍᯀᯋ ᯈᯍᯆᯑᯄᯃᯈᯄᯍᯓᮍ

᮶ᯇᯀᯓ ᯒᯇᯄ’ᯃ ᯌᯀᯃᯄ ᯄᯀᯑᯋᯈᯄᯑ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯀ ᯒᯂᯀᯋᯄᯃᮌᯃᯎᯖᯍ ᯕᯄᯑᯒᯈᯎᯍᮍ ᮨᯅ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯇᯀᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯍᯎᯓᯈᯂᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯀᯕᯄ’ᯒ ᯅᯋᯀᯌᯌᯀᯁᯋᯄ ᯇᯀᯘ ᯌᯀᯓᯒ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯄᯍᯂᯋᯎᯒᯄᯃ ᯒᯏᯀᯂᯄ ᯃᯔᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯅᯈᯑᯒᯓ ᯃᯄᯀᯓᯇᮋ ᯎᯑᯃᯈᯍᯀᯑᯘ ᯁᯋᯀᯂᯊ ᯏᯎᯖᯃᯄᯑ ᯖᯎᯔᯋᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯂᯀᯔᯒᯄᯃ ᯒᯔᯂᯇ ᯃᯄᯕᯀᯒᯓᯀᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯃᯀᯌᯀᯆᯄᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯄᯗᯏᯋᯎᯒᯈᯎᯍ ᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯄᯒᯓ ᯆᯀᯓᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯏᯑᯎᯎᯅ ᯄᯍᯎᯔᯆᯇᮍ

ᮬᯎᯑᯄ ᯈᯌᯏᯎᯑᯓᯀᯍᯓᯋᯘ—ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯀ ᯖᯎᯑᯋᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯌᯀᯆᯈᯂᮍ

ᮨᯅ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯏᯀᯈᯍᯒᯓᯀᯊᯈᯍᯆᯋᯘ ᯂᯑᯀᯅᯓᯄᯃ ᯀ ᯁᯀᯆ ᯎᯅ ᯆᯔᯍᯏᯎᯖᯃᯄᯑᮋ ᯎᯍᯋᯘ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯀᯍ ᯄᯍᯄᯌᯘ ᯓᯎ ᯂᯇᯔᯂᯊ ᯀ ᯅᯈᯑᯄᯁᯀᯋᯋ ᯀᯓ ᯈᯓᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ’ᯃ ᯈᯍᯒᯓᯀᯍᯓᯋᯘ ᯁᯄᯂᯎᯌᯄ ᯀ ᯒᯔᯈᯂᯈᯃᯄ ᯁᯎᯌᯁᯄᯑᮍ

ᮠᯅᯓᯄᯑ ᯕᯎᯈᯂᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯂᯎᯍᯂᯄᯑᯍᯒᮋ ᮨᯑᯈᯘᯀ ᯍᯎᯃᯃᯄᯃ ᯂᯀᯋᯌᯋᯘᮍ

ᮁ᮴ᯍᯃᯄᯑᯒᯓᯎᯎᯃᮍ ᮨᯓ’ᯒ ᯔᯍᯒᯓᯀᯁᯋᯄᮋ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯔᯒᯀᯁᯋᯄ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯀᯌᯁᯔᯒᯇᯄᯒ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯅᯄᯍᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯎᯅᯅ ᯌᯎᯍᯒᯓᯄᯑᯒᮍ ᮨᯅ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯂᯀᯍ ᯌᯀᯊᯄ ᯌᯎᯑᯄᮋ ᯖᯄ’ᯋᯋ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯀᯍᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯓᯎᯎᯋ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᯒᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯄᯌᯎᯍ ᯖᯎᯋᯕᯄᯒ ᯏᯋᯀᯆᯔᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯀᯑᯄᯀᮍᮁ

ᮁᮣᯄᯌᯎᯍ ᯖᯎᯋᯕᯄᯒᮞᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯘ’ᯒ ᯄᯀᯑᯒ ᯏᯄᯑᯊᯄᯃ ᯔᯏ ᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯊᯄᯘᯖᯎᯑᯃᮍ ᮁ᮳ᯇᯎᯒᯄ ᯅᯎᯔᯑᮌᯋᯄᯆᯆᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆᯒ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯒᯍᯎᯔᯓᯒ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯅᯀᯍᯆᯒᮋ ᯊᯍᯎᯖᯍ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯒᯏᯄᯄᯃ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯓᯄᯀᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆᯒ ᯀᯏᯀᯑᯓᮞᮁ

ᮁ᮸ᯄᯒᮍ ᮬᯎᯍᯒᯓᯄᯑ ᯀᯏᯏᯄᯀᯑᯀᯍᯂᯄᯒ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯁᯄᯄᯍ ᯈᯍᯂᯑᯄᯀᯒᯈᯍᯆ ᯋᯀᯓᯄᯋᯘᮋᮁ ᮨᯑᯈᯘᯀ ᯍᯀᯑᯑᯎᯖᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯈᯋᯕᯄᯑ ᯄᯘᯄᯒᮍ ᮁᮠ ᯁᯀᯃ ᯎᯌᯄᯍᮍ ᮤᯕᯄᯑᯘ ᯓᯄᯑᯑᯈᯓᯎᯑᯘ ᯊᯄᯄᯏᯒ ᯒᯓᯀᯍᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯅᯎᯑᯂᯄᯒ ᯓᯎ ᯃᯄᯀᯋ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯒᯔᯃᯃᯄᯍ ᯀᯓᯓᯀᯂᯊᯒᮍᮁ

ᮁ᮶ᯎᯋᯕᯄᯒᮞ ᮠᯑᯄᯍ’ᯓ ᯓᯇᯎᯒᯄ ᯄᯀᯒᯘ ᯓᯎ ᯃᯄᯀᯋ ᯖᯈᯓᯇᮞᮁ

ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄᮋ ᯂᯔᯑᯑᯄᯍᯓᯋᯘ ᯓᯑᯀᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ’ᯒ ᯄᯌᯁᯑᯀᯂᯄᮋ ᯅᯑᯄᯄᯃ ᯀ ᯇᯀᯍᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯑᯀᯈᯒᯄ ᯈᯓᮍ ᮁ᮫ᯈᯊᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯀᯘᯈᯍᯆ ᯆᯎᯄᯒ—ᮆᯇᯄᯀᯃ ᯎᯅ ᯁᯑᯎᯍᯙᯄᮋ ᯁᯎᯍᯄᯒ ᯎᯅ ᯈᯑᯎᯍᮋ ᯁᯄᯋᯋᯘ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯎᯅᯔᮍᮆ ᮩᯔᯒᯓ ᯀᯈᯌ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯒᯓᯎᯌᯀᯂᯇᯒᮀᮁ

ᮁᮤᯗᯀᯂᯓᯋᯘᮀᮁ ᮫ᯈᯕᯘ ᯂᯇᯈᯌᯄᯃ ᯈᯍᮍ ᮁᮯᯋᯔᯒᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯍᯎᯒᯄᯒ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯀᯑᯄ ᯖᯄᯀᯊ ᯏᯎᯈᯍᯓᯒ ᯓᯎᯎᮍ ᮧᯄᯄᯇᯄᯄᯝ ᮶ᯇᯀᯓᮋ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯂᯀᯍ’ᯓ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯇᯀᯍᯃᯋᯄ ᯀ ᯏᯀᯂᯊ ᯎᯅ ᯃᯄᯌᯎᯍ ᯖᯎᯋᯕᯄᯒᮋ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯓᯑᯀᯒᯇᯘ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒ—ᮮ᮶ᮀᮁ

ᮁᮢᯎᯌᯄ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯌᯄᮍ ᮶ᯄ ᯍᯄᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯀ ᯋᯎᯍᯆ ᯓᯀᯋᯊᮍᮁ

ᮨᯑᯈᯘᯀ ᯆᯑᯀᯁᯁᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯋᯎᯋᯈ ᯁᯘ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯀᯈᯒᯓᮋ ᯘᯀᯍᯊᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯑᯄᯃ ᯂᯎᯑᯃ ᯀᯑᯎᯔᯍᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯍᯄᯂᯊᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯇᯎᯈᯒᯓᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯔᯏ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯀ ᯒᯀᯂᯊ ᯎᯅ ᯏᯎᯓᯀᯓᯎᯄᯒ—ᯋᯎᯎᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯄᯕᯄᯑᯘ ᯁᯈᯓ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓ ᯓᯎ ᯃᯄᯕᯎᯔᯑ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯀᯋᯈᯕᯄᮍ ᮫ᯈᯕᯘ ᯏᯀᯍᯈᯂᯊᯄᯃᮍ

ᮁᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄᮀ ᮯᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒ ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀᮀ ᮧᮤᮤᮤ᮫ᮯ—ᮀᮁ

ᮁᮧᯄᯋᯏ ᯌᯘ ᯀᯒᯒᮍ ᮸ᯎᯔ ᯃᯄᯒᯄᯑᯕᯄ ᯓᯇᯈᯒᮍᮁ

ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯂᯑᯎᯒᯒᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯋᯄᯆᯒᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯏᯋᯔᯒᯇ ᯓᯇᯈᯆᯇᯒ ᯒᯐᯔᯄᯄᯙᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯀᯍ ᯀᯋᯋᯔᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯂᯔᯑᯕᯄ ᯔᯍᯃᯄᯑ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄ ᯒᯓᯎᯂᯊᯈᯍᯆᯒᮍ ᮁᮧᯄᯄᯇᯄᯄᮋ ᮯᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒ ᮨᯑᯈᯘᯀᮋ ᯖᯑᯄᯂᯊ ᯇᯄᯑᮀ ᮳ᯄᯀᯂᯇ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯓᯎ ᯌᯎᯂᯊ ᯏᯄᯎᯏᯋᯄᮍᮁ

ᮁᮧᯄᯘᮀ ᮠᯑᯄᯍ’ᯓ ᯖᯄ ᯁᯄᯒᯓᯈᯄᯒᮞᮀ ᮳ᯇᯈᯍᯊ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓ ᯈᯓ—ᯈᯅ ᮨ’ᯌ ᯆᯎᯍᯄᮋ ᯖᯇᯎ’ᯒ ᯋᯄᯅᯓ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯌᯄᯄᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯑᯎᯎᯌᮞᮀᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯘ’ᯒ ᯖᯎᯑᯃᯒ ᯒᯓᯑᯔᯂᯊ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯋᯎᯍᯃᯄ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᯍᯈᯍᯆᮍ

ᮮᯇ ᯒᯇᯈᯓᮍ

ᮨᯅ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯋᯄᯅᯓᮋ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ’ᯃ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯋᯄᯀᯕᯄ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯀᯋᯎᯍᯄ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀᮀ

ᮨᯍ ᯏᯔᯁᯋᯈᯂᮋ ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ ᯀᯓ ᯋᯄᯀᯒᯓ ᯏᯑᯄᯓᯄᯍᯃᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯏᯀᯑᯄ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯎᯌᯄ ᯃᯈᯆᯍᯈᯓᯘ—ᯇᯄᯑ ᯀᯅᯅᯄᯂᯓᯈᯎᯍᯀᯓᯄ ᯀᯍᯓᯈᯂᯒ ᯋᯈᯌᯈᯓᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯏᯇᯘᯒᯈᯂᯀᯋ ᯂᯎᯍᯓᯀᯂᯓᮍ

ᮡᯔᯓ ᯈᯍ ᯏᯑᯈᯕᯀᯓᯄᮞ ᮲ᯇᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯂᯎᯍᯒᯓᯀᯍᯓᯋᯘ ᯓᯑᯘᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯎ ᯆᯄᯓ ᯍᯄᯆᯀᯓᯈᯕᯄ ᯃᯈᯒᯓᯀᯍᯂᯄ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯇᯄᯑᮀ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯓᯇᯎᯔᯆᯇᯓ ᯀᯋᯎᯍᯄ ᯌᯀᯃᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯋᯎᯍᯃᯄ ᯁᯑᯄᯀᯊ ᯎᯔᯓ ᯈᯍ ᯀ ᯂᯎᯋᯃ ᯒᯖᯄᯀᯓᮍ

᮲ᯇᯄ ᯊᯍᯄᯖ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯈᯏᯋᯄ ᯎᯅ ᮁᯈᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯋᯈᯏᯒ ᯀᯑᯄ ᯆᯎᯍᯄᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯄᯄᯓᯇ ᯖᯈᯋᯋ ᯁᯄ ᯂᯎᯋᯃᮁ—ᯀᯍᯃ ᯈᯌᯌᯄᯃᯈᯀᯓᯄᯋᯘ ᯓᯔᯑᯍᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀᮍ

ᮁᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀᮀ ᮶ᮌᯖᯄ ᯒᯓᯈᯋᯋ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆᯒ ᯓᯎ ᯃᯈᯒᯂᯔᯒᯒᮋ ᯑᯈᯆᯇᯓᮞ ᮠᯁᯎᯔᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯄᯌᯎᯍ ᯖᯎᯋᯕᯄᯒ—ᮨ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯓᯇᯎᯔᯆᯇᯓᯒᮀ ᮫ᯄᯓ ᯓᯇᯄᯌ ᯒᯓᯀᯘᮋ ᯋᯄᯓ’ᯒ ᯓᯀᯋᯊ ᯌᯎᯑᯄᮀᮁ

ᮁᮬᯘᮋ ᯌᯘᮋ ᯈᯍᯓᯄᯑᯑᯔᯏᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑᯒ ᯈᯒ ᯑᯔᯃᯄᯝᮁ

ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ’ᯒ ᯏᯈᯍᯊ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯒᯋᯎᯖᯋᯘ ᯋᯈᯃᯃᯄᯃᮋ ᯁᯑᯈᯌᯌᯈᯍᯆ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯃᯄᯒᯈᯑᯄᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯕᯎᯈᯂᯄ ᯃᯑᯈᯏᯏᯈᯍᯆ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯒᯀᯂᯂᯇᯀᯑᯈᯍᯄ ᯓᯑᯄᯌᯎᯑᯒᮍ

ᮁᮭᯎᯖ ᯓᯇᯄᯍ… ᯋᯄᯓ’ᯒ ᯀᯋᯋ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯎᯔᯑ ᯎᯖᯍ… ᯏᯑᯈᯕᯀᯓᯄ ᯃᯈᯒᯂᯔᯒᯒᯈᯎᯍᯒᯝᮁ

ᮁ᮶ᯄᯀᯊ ᯏᯎᯈᯍᯓᯒ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯀᯈᯒᯓ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯁᯄᯋᯋᯘ… ᮨ’ᯕᯄ ᯍᯄᯕᯄᯑ ᯇᯄᯀᯑᯃ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯁᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄᯝᮁ

ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ ᯋᯈᯂᯊᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯋᯈᯏᯒᮋ ᯓᯎᯘᯈᯍᯆ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯅᯈᯍᯆᯄᯑᯒᮍ ᮁᮨᯒ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯑᯄᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯓᯑᯔᯄᮞ ᮨ ᯂᯀᯍ’ᯓ ᯖᯀᯈᯓ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯄᯒᯓ ᯈᯓ ᯎᯔᯓᮍᮁ

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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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