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

Chapter 38

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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ᮠᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯑᯄᯐᯔᯄᯒᯓ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯋᯈᯓᯓᯋᯄ ᯃᯀᯑᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯀᯑᯌᯒᮋ ᮨᯋᯄᯘᯀ ᯍᯎᯃᯃᯄᯃ ᯒᯖᯈᯅᯓᯋᯘ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯆᯋᯀᯍᯂᯄᯃ ᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯀᯈᯃ ᯒᯄᯄᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄᯌ ᯎᯅᯅᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯌᯀᯈᯃ ᯈᯌᯌᯄᯃᯈᯀᯓᯄᯋᯘ ᯔᯍᯃᯄᯑᯒᯓᯎᯎᯃᮋ ᯅᯄᯓᯂᯇᯄᯃ ᯏᯀᯏᯄᯑ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯈᯍᯊᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯑᯀᯈᯒᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯇᯀᯍᯃᯒ ᯇᯈᯆᯇ ᯓᯎ ᯇᯀᯍᯃ ᯓᯇᯄᯌ ᯓᯎ ᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯀᮍ

᮶ᯀᯓᯂᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯈᯑᯋ ᯁᯈᯓᯄ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯋᯈᯏ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯋᯎᯖᯄᯑ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯇᯄᯀᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯖᯑᯈᯓᯄᮋ ᮨᯋᯄᯘᯀ ᯂᯑᯎᯒᯒᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯀᯑᯌᯒᮋ ᯈᯍᯓᯄᯍᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯎ ᯀᯒᯊ ᯖᯇᯀᯓ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯖᯑᯈᯓᯈᯍᯆᮍ ᮡᯔᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯎᯌᯄᯍᯓ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯒᯀᯖ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯄᯀᯑᯍᯄᯒᯓ ᯄᯗᯏᯑᯄᯒᯒᯈᯎᯍᮋ ᯀ ᯓᯀᯍᯆᯋᯄᯃ ᯌᯄᯒᯒ ᯎᯅ ᯄᯌᯎᯓᯈᯎᯍᯒ ᯖᯄᯋᯋᯄᯃ ᯔᯏ ᯈᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯂᯇᯄᯒᯓᮍ

ᮁᮍᮍᮍ᮲ᯈᯆᯇᮍᮁ

ᮨᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯄᯍᯃᮋ ᯎᯍᯋᯘ ᯀ ᯋᯎᯍᯆᮋ ᯇᯄᯀᯕᯘ ᯒᯈᯆᯇ ᯄᯒᯂᯀᯏᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯋᯈᯏᯒᮍ

᮲ᯇᯄ ᯊᯍᯄᯖ ᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯀ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯎᯍᯋᯘ ᯎᯍᯄ ᯅᯑᯈᯄᯍᯃᮍ

᮳ᯇᯀᯓ ᯋᯄᯓᯓᯄᯑ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯏᯑᯎᯁᯀᯁᯋᯘ ᯅᯎᯑ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄᮍ

᮲ᯇᯄ ᯑᯄᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯖᯀᯍᯓᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯍᯀᯓᯂᯇ ᯈᯓ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯑᯄᯀᯃ ᯈᯓᮍ

᮲ᯇᯄ’ᯃ ᯍᯄᯕᯄᯑ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯒᯄᯂᯑᯄᯓᯋᯘ ᯖᯑᯈᯓᯓᯄᯍ ᯀ ᯋᯄᯓᯓᯄᯑ ᯓᯎ ᯇᯄᯑᮍᮍᮍ

ᮠᯅᯓᯄᯑ ᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯀ ᯇᯀᯍᯃᯄᯃ ᯎᯕᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯋᯄᯓᯓᯄᯑ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯈᯍᯒᯓᯑᯔᯂᯓᯄᯃ ᯈᯓ ᯓᯎ ᯁᯄ ᯃᯄᯋᯈᯕᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ’ᯒ ᯓᯄᯑᯑᯈᯓᯎᯑᯘᮋ ᮨᯋᯄᯘᯀ ᯂᯇᯔᯂᯊᯋᯄᯃ ᯒᯎᯅᯓᯋᯘᮋ ᯅᯋᯈᯂᯊᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯑᯄᯈᯍᯒᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯈᯋᯕᯄᯑ ᯒᯓᯄᯄᯃ ᯈᯌᯌᯄᯃᯈᯀᯓᯄᯋᯘ ᯒᯔᯑᯆᯄᯃ ᯅᯎᯑᯖᯀᯑᯃ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯑᯎᯀᯃᮍ

ᮁᮤᯄᯊᮞᮀᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯀ’ᯒ ᯁᯎᯃᯘ ᯋᯔᯑᯂᯇᯄᯃ ᯁᯀᯂᯊᯖᯀᯑᯃ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯔᯃᯃᯄᯍ ᯅᯎᯑᯂᯄᮋ ᯓᯔᯌᯁᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᮨᯋᯄᯘᯀ’ᯒ ᯄᯌᯁᯑᯀᯂᯄᮍ

ᮁᮧᯌᯏᯇᮍᮁ

ᮁ᮶ᮌᯖᯇᯀᯓ’ᯒ ᯒᯎ ᯅᯔᯍᯍᯘᮞ ᮸ᯎᯔ ᯃᯈᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯖᯀᯑᯍ ᯌᯄ ᯁᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄ ᯒᯏᯄᯄᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯔᯏᮀ ᮠᯍᯃ… ᯓᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᯀᯑᯄᯍ’ᯓ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯒᯄᯀᯓᯁᯄᯋᯓᯒ ᯇᯄᯑᯄᮀᮁ

ᮁ᮶ᯇᯀᯓ ᯀᯑᯄ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯓᯀᯋᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓᮞᮁ

ᮁᮭᮌᯍᯎᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆᮍᮍᮍᮁ

᮶ᯈᯓᯇ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯍᯎᯓ ᯀᯑᯎᯔᯍᯃᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᯑᯄᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯍᯎ ᯎᯍᯄ ᯖᯇᯎ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯔᯍᯃᯄᯑᯒᯓᯀᯍᯃ ᯖᯇᯀᯓ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯌᯄᯀᯍᯓᮍ ᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯀ ᯂᯋᯄᯀᯑᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯀᯓ ᯒᯎᯅᯓᯋᯘᮋ ᯓᯈᯋᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯇᯄᯀᯃ ᯔᯏ ᯓᯎ ᯆᯋᯀᯑᯄ ᯑᯄᯒᯄᯍᯓᯅᯔᯋᯋᯘ ᯀᯓ ᮨᯋᯄᯘᯀᮍ

ᮁᮨ’ᯌ ᯒᯀᯘᯈᯍᯆᮋ ᯖᯇᯘ ᯂᯀᯍ’ᯓ ᯖᯄ ᯑᯈᯃᯄ ᯈᯍ ᯀ ᯂᯀᯑᯑᯈᯀᯆᯄᮞ ᮫ᯈᯊᯄᮋ ᯀ ᯆᯑᯀᯍᯃ ᯏᯑᯎᯂᯄᯒᯒᯈᯎᯍ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯄᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯁᯄᯀᯑᯄᯑᯒᮋ ᯌᯀᯑᯂᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯎᯔᯓ ᯈᯍ ᯒᯓᯘᯋᯄᮍᮁ

ᮁ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯃᯈᯑᯄᯖᯎᯋᯕᯄᯒ ᯖᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯁᯄ ᯒᯂᯀᯑᯄᯃ ᯎᯅᯅᮍ ᮠᯍᯃ ᯄᯅᯅᯈᯂᯈᯄᯍᯂᯘᮌᯖᯈᯒᯄᮋ ᯈᯓ’ᯒ ᯀᯋᯒᯎ ᯈᯌᯏᯑᯀᯂᯓᯈᯂᯀᯋᮍᮁ

ᮁ᮳ᯇᯄᯍ… ᯃᯈᯃ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯌᯀᯊᯄ ᯌᯄ ᯒᯈᯓ ᯈᯍ ᯅᯑᯎᯍᯓ ᯎᯍ ᯏᯔᯑᯏᯎᯒᯄ ᯒᯎ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯓᯀᯊᯄ ᯀᯃᯕᯀᯍᯓᯀᯆᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯌᯄᮞᮁ

ᮁᮨᯅ ᮨ ᯖᯀᯍᯓᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯀᯊᯄ ᯀᯃᯕᯀᯍᯓᯀᯆᯄᮋ ᮨ’ᯃ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯃᯎ ᯈᯓᮍ ᮶ᯇᯘ ᯖᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᮨ ᯍᯄᯄᯃ ᯀ ᯑᯄᯀᯒᯎᯍᮞᮁ

ᮨᯋᯄᯘᯀ ᯋᯎᯖᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯆᯀᯙᯄ ᯈᯍᯃᯈᯅᯅᯄᯑᯄᯍᯓᯋᯘᮋ ᯏᯑᯄᯒᯒᯈᯍᯆ ᯀ ᯒᯈᯍᯆᯋᯄ ᯇᯀᯍᯃ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᯒᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯋᯎᯋᯈ’ᯒ ᯒᯓᯎᯌᯀᯂᯇᮍ ᮧᯄᯑ ᯋᯎᯍᯆᮋ ᯒᯋᯄᯍᯃᯄᯑ ᯅᯈᯍᯆᯄᯑᯒ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯒᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᯋᯘ ᯂᯎᯎᯋᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯇᯈᯍ ᯃᯑᯄᯒᯒᮋ ᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯀ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯅᯄᯄᯋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯄᯌᯏᯄᯑᯀᯓᯔᯑᯄᮍ

ᮧᯄᯑ ᯂᯇᯀᯓᯓᯄᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯋᯈᯓᯓᯋᯄ ᯌᯎᯔᯓᯇ ᯈᯍᯒᯓᯀᯍᯓᯋᯘ ᯂᯋᯀᯌᯏᯄᯃ ᯒᯇᯔᯓᮍ

ᮁᮨ’ᯌ ᯒᯎᯑᯑᯘᮀ ᮨ ᯒᯇᯎᯔᯋᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯉᯔᯃᯆᯄᯃ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯍᯎᯁᯋᯄ ᯇᯄᯀᯑᯓ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯌᯘ ᯏᯄᯓᯓᯘ ᯓᯇᯎᯔᯆᯇᯓᯒᮀᮁ

ᮁᮧᯌᯏᯇᮍ ᮶ᯄ’ᯋᯋ ᯒᯄᯄ ᯇᯎᯖ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯏᯄᯑᯅᯎᯑᯌ ᯓᯎᯍᯈᯆᯇᯓᮍᮁ

ᮨᯋᯄᯘᯀ ᯖᯈᯓᯇᯃᯑᯄᯖ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯇᯀᯍᯃ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯅᯎᯂᯔᯒᯄᯃ ᯎᯍ ᯆᯔᯈᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯇᯎᯑᯒᯄᮍ

ᮁ᮲ᯈᯆᯇ… ᮯᯄᯑᯅᯎᯑᯌᯀᯍᯂᯄ ᯓᯎᯍᯈᯆᯇᯓᮋ ᯇᯔᯇᮍᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯀ ᯄᯗᯇᯀᯋᯄᯃ ᯃᯄᯄᯏᯋᯘᮋ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯒᯎᯎᯍᮋ ᯀ ᯅᯋᯈᯂᯊᯄᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯅᯋᯀᯌᯄ ᯈᯆᯍᯈᯓᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯂᯑᯈᯌᯒᯎᯍ ᯄᯘᯄᯒᮍ

ᮁᮣᯎᯍ’ᯓ ᯖᯎᯑᯑᯘᮍ ᮨ ᯖᯎᯍ’ᯓ… ᯃᯈᯒᯀᯏᯏᯎᯈᯍᯓ ᯘᯎᯔᮍᮁ

ᮦᯑᯀᯃᯔᯀᯋᯋᯘᮋ ᯓᯎ ᯄᯀᯒᯄ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯍᯄᯑᯕᯄᯒᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯋᯎᯋᯈ ᯁᯄᯆᯀᯍ ᯂᯔᯑᯈᯎᯔᯒᯋᯘ ᯋᯎᯎᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯑᯎᯔᯍᯃᮍ

᮶ᯇᯄᯍ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯓᯔᯑᯍᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯇᯄᯀᯃᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯍᯎᯓᯈᯂᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᮨᯋᯄᯘᯀᮋ ᯑᯈᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯓᯎᯏ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯇᯎᯑᯒᯄᮋ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯒᯖᯈᯓᯂᯇᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯀ ᯏᯀᯈᯑ ᯎᯅ ᯎᯑᯃᯈᯍᯀᯑᯘ ᯒᯇᯎᯄᯒᮍ

᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯀ ᯋᯈᯅᯓᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯅᯎᯎᯓᮋ ᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᯋᯘ ᯓᯀᯏᯏᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯇᯄᯄᯋ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᯒᯓ ᮨᯋᯄᯘᯀ’ᯒ ᯀᯍᯊᯋᯄᮍ

ᮁ᮶ᯇᯘ ᯀᯑᯄᯍ’ᯓ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯖᯄᯀᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯒᯈᯋᯕᯄᯑ ᯎᯍᯄᯒᮞᮁ

ᮁᮨᯍᯂᯎᯍᯕᯄᯍᯈᯄᯍᯓᮍᮁ

ᮁᮤᯇᮞᮀᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯀ ᯑᯀᯈᯒᯄᯃ ᯀ ᯒᯊᯄᯏᯓᯈᯂᯀᯋ ᯄᯘᯄᯁᯑᯎᯖᮍ

ᮧᯄᯀᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᮨᯋᯄᯘᯀ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯃᯎᯖᯍᯑᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯒᯓᯑᯀᯍᯆᯄᮍ

ᮨᯅ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯑᯄᯌᯄᯌᯁᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯂᯎᯑᯑᯄᯂᯓᯋᯘᮋ ᮨᯋᯄᯘᯀ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯂᯋᯈᯌᯁ ᯌᯎᯔᯍᯓᯀᯈᯍᯒ ᯈᯍ ᯇᯈᯆᯇ ᯇᯄᯄᯋᯒ ᯀᯒ ᯈᯅ ᯖᯀᯋᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯎᯍ ᯅᯋᯀᯓ ᯆᯑᯎᯔᯍᯃᮍ ᮸ᯄᯓ ᯍᯎᯖᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯂᯋᯀᯈᯌᯄᯃ ᯒᯇᯄ’ᯃ ᯂᯇᯀᯍᯆᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄᯌ ᯁᯄᯂᯀᯔᯒᯄ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯈᯍᯂᯎᯍᯕᯄᯍᯈᯄᯍᯓᮞ

᮲ᯇᯄ ᯃᯄᯅᯈᯍᯈᯓᯄᯋᯘ ᯃᯈᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯒᯖᯈᯓᯂᯇ ᯓᯇᯄᯌ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯁᯄᯂᯀᯔᯒᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯀᯓᮋ ᯑᯈᯆᯇᯓᮞ

᮳ᯂᯇᮋ ᯖᯇᯀᯓᯄᯕᯄᯑᮍ ᮨᯓ’ᯒ ᯁᯄᯓᯓᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯖᯀᯘᮍ

ᮨᯅ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯂᯇᯀᯍᯆᯄᯃᮋ ᯖᯇᯘ ᯒᯇᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᮨ ᯊᯄᯄᯏ ᯖᯄᯀᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯌᯈᯍᯄᮞ ᮬᯈᯍᯄ ᯀᯑᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯑᯄᯀᯋ ᯈᯍᯂᯎᯍᯕᯄᯍᯈᯄᯍᯂᯄ ᯇᯄᯑᯄᮀ

᮶ᯈᯓᯇᯎᯔᯓ ᯇᯄᯒᯈᯓᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍᮋ ᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯀ ᯋᯄᯀᯍᯄᯃ ᯃᯎᯖᯍᮋ ᯑᯄᯌᯎᯕᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯇᯈᯆᯇ ᯇᯄᯄᯋᯒᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ—ᯈᯍᯒᯓᯄᯀᯃ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯎᯒᯒᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄᯌ ᯀᯒᯈᯃᯄ—ᯒᯓᯎᯑᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄᯌ ᯍᯄᯀᯓᯋᯘ ᯈᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯃᯈᯌᯄᯍᯒᯈᯎᯍᯀᯋ ᯏᯎᯂᯊᯄᯓᮍ

ᮥᯄᯄᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯎᯋ ᯆᯑᯎᯔᯍᯃ ᯁᯄᯍᯄᯀᯓᯇ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯁᯀᯑᯄ ᯅᯄᯄᯓᮋ ᯅᯑᯄᯄ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯀᯋᯋ ᯑᯄᯒᯓᯑᯀᯈᯍᯓᯒᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯂᯇᯄᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯈᯍᯖᯀᯑᯃᯋᯘ—

ᮡᯋᯈᯒᯒᯝᮀ

ᮭᯎ ᯍᯄᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯂᯎᯌᯏᯄᯓᯄ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒ ᯀᯍᯘᯌᯎᯑᯄᮀ

᮸ᯎᯔ ᯃᯎᯍ’ᯓ ᯏᯀᯃᮋ ᮨ ᯃᯎᯍ’ᯓ ᯏᯀᯃᮍ ᮥᯀᯈᯑ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯒᯐᯔᯀᯑᯄᮍ

᮶ᯈᯓᯇ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯌᯎᯎᯃ ᯋᯈᯅᯓᯄᯃᮋ ᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯀ ᯓᯔᯑᯍᯄᯃ ᯁᯀᯂᯊ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯖᯇᯈᯒᯏᯄᯑᯄᯃᮋ ᮁᮢᯀᯍ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯋᯄᯓ ᯌᯄ ᯓᯀᯊᯄ ᯂᯎᯌᯌᯀᯍᯃ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯓᯈᯌᯄᮞ ᮨ ᯖᯀᯍᯓ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯑᯘᮍᮁ

ᮁᮥᯈᯆᯇᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯌᯎᯍᯒᯓᯄᯑᯒ ᯈᯒ ᯍᯎ ᯆᯀᯌᯄᮍᮁ

ᮁ᮳ᯑᯔᯒᯓ ᯌᯄᯝᮁ ᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯀ ᯓᯖᯈᯒᯓᯄᯃ ᯀᯑᯎᯔᯍᯃ ᯅᯔᯋᯋᯘᮋ ᯓᯔᯆᯆᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯓ ᮨᯋᯄᯘᯀ’ᯒ ᯒᯋᯄᯄᯕᯄᯒ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯒᯖᯀᯘᯈᯍᯆ ᯁᯀᯂᯊ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯅᯎᯑᯓᯇᮍ ᮁ᮳ᯇᯄᯘ’ᯑᯄ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ… ᯖᯎᯋᯕᯄᯒᯝᮁ

ᮁᮥᯈᯍᯄᮋᮁ ᮨᯋᯄᯘᯀ ᯌᯔᯑᯌᯔᯑᯄᯃᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯆᯀᯙᯄ ᯃᯄᯄᯏ ᯀᯒ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯀᯑᯄᯃ ᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯋᯎᯋᯈᮍ ᮁᮨᯅ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯖᯀᯍᯓ ᯈᯓᮋ ᮨ’ᯋᯋ ᯆᯈᯕᯄ ᯈᯓ ᯓᯎ ᯘᯎᯔᮍᮁ

ᮠᯁᯎᯔᯓ ᯇᯀᯋᯅ ᯀᯍ ᯇᯎᯔᯑ ᯋᯀᯓᯄᯑᮋ ᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯀ ᯀᯍᯃ ᮨᯋᯄᯘᯀ ᯀᯑᯑᯈᯕᯄᯃ ᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯄᯃᯆᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯅᯎᯑᯄᯒᯓᮍ

ᮨᯓ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯀ ᯑᯄᯋᯀᯓᯈᯕᯄᯋᯘ ᯄᯋᯄᯕᯀᯓᯄᯃ ᯏᯋᯀᯈᯍᮋ ᯁᯎᯑᯃᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯁᯘ ᯀ ᯃᯈᯑᯓ ᯑᯎᯀᯃ ᯔᯒᯄᯃ ᯁᯘ ᯌᯄᯑᯂᯇᯀᯍᯓᯒ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯓᯑᯀᯕᯄᯋᯄᯑᯒᮍ

ᮡᯄᯘᯎᯍᯃ ᯈᯓ ᯋᯀᯘ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯅᯎᯑᯄᯒᯓᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯅᯔᯑᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯈᯒᯓᯀᯍᯂᯄᮋ ᯀ ᯂᯋᯈᯅᯅᮍ

ᮭᯎ ᯖᯎᯍᯃᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯍᯄᯄᯃᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯂᯋᯄᯀᯑ ᯎᯔᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯎᯍᯒᯓᯄᯑᯒ—ᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑᯖᯈᯒᯄᮋ ᯏᯀᯒᯒᯈᯍᯆ ᯌᯄᯑᯂᯇᯀᯍᯓᯒ ᯖᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯁᯄ ᯄᯀᯒᯘ ᯏᯑᯄᯘᮍ

ᮁ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯖᯎᯋᯕᯄᯒ ᯀᯑᯄ ᯂᯎᯌᯈᯍᯆᮍᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯀ ᯂᯑᯎᯔᯂᯇᯄᯃ ᯁᯄᯇᯈᯍᯃ ᯀ ᯑᯎᯂᯊᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯂᯑᯈᯌᯒᯎᯍ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯅᯀᯈᯍᯓᯋᯘ ᯆᯋᯎᯖᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯈᯌ ᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯒᯔᯍ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯀᯋᯑᯄᯀᯃᯘ ᯒᯄᯓᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯋᯀᯒᯓ ᯓᯑᯀᯂᯄᯒ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯖᯈᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯕᯀᯍᯈᯒᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯊᯘ—ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯄᯑᯅᯄᯂᯓ ᯓᯈᯌᯄ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯓᯇᯄ ᮁᯖᯎᯋᯅ ᯏᯀᯂᯊᮁ ᯓᯎ ᯄᯌᯄᯑᯆᯄᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯄᯍᯂᯇ ᯎᯅ ᯃᯈᯑᯄᯖᯎᯋᯕᯄᯒ ᯃᯑᯈᯅᯓᯄᯃ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯈᯍᯃᮍ ᮡᯘ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯈᯌᯄ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯔᯍᯓᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯇᯈᯑᯓᯘᮌᯒᯄᯕᯄᯍᯓᯇ ᯏᯀᯈᯑ ᯎᯅ ᯄᯄᯑᯈᯄ ᯆᯑᯄᯄᯍ ᯄᯘᯄᯒᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯀᯓ ᯓᯈᯆᯇᯓᯄᯍᯄᯃ ᯀᯒ ᯈᯅ ᯏᯈᯄᯑᯂᯄᯃ ᯁᯘ ᯈᯂᯄᮍ

᮶ᯎᯋᯕᯄᯒ ᯀᯋᯖᯀᯘᯒ ᯌᯎᯕᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯏᯀᯂᯊᯒᮍ ᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯀ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯄᯗᯏᯄᯂᯓᯄᯃ ᯀ ᯃᯎᯙᯄᯍ ᯎᯑ ᯓᯖᯎᮋ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯍᯄᯕᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯌᯀᯍᯘᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄᯒᯄ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯅᯀᯑ ᯌᯎᯑᯄ ᯓᯄᯑᯑᯈᯅᯘᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯀᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯋᯎᯍᯄ ᯖᯎᯋᯕᯄᯒ ᯎᯔᯓᯒᯈᯃᯄ ᮤᯋᯃᯎᯍ ᮳ᯎᯖᯍᮍ

ᮁ᮲ᯓᯈᯂᯊ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯋᯀᯍᮍᮁ

ᮨᯋᯄᯘᯀ’ᯒ ᯕᯎᯈᯂᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯈᯂᯘᮍ ᮢᯀᯏᯓᯀᯈᯍ ᮦᯑᯀᯘ ᯈᯌᯌᯄᯃᯈᯀᯓᯄᯋᯘ ᯒᯓᯄᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯅᯎᯑᯖᯀᯑᯃᮋ ᯃᯈᯒᯏᯋᯄᯀᯒᯔᯑᯄ ᯖᯑᯈᯓᯓᯄᯍ ᯀᯂᯑᯎᯒᯒ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯅᯀᯂᯄᮍ

ᮁ᮸ᯎᯔᯑ ᮬᯀᯉᯄᯒᯓᯘᮋ ᯘᯎᯔ’ᯑᯄ ᯑᯄᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯆᯎᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯎ ᯋᯈᯒᯓᯄᯍ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯁᯑᯀᯓᮞᮁ

ᮧᯄ ᯃᯑᯎᯕᯄ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯒᯏᯄᯀᯑ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯑᯎᯔᯍᯃᮋ ᯊᯈᯂᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯔᯏ ᯀ ᯂᯋᯎᯔᯃ ᯎᯅ ᯃᯔᯒᯓᮍ

ᮥᯈᯅᯓᯄᯄᯍ ᯌᯈᯍᯔᯓᯄᯒ ᯀᯆᯎᮋ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯓᯈᯍᯘ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯆᯈᯑᯋ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯒᯊᯄᯓᯂᯇᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯎᯋᯕᯄᯒ’ ᯌᯎᯕᯄᯌᯄᯍᯓ ᯏᯀᯓᯓᯄᯑᯍᯒ ᯎᯍ ᯏᯀᯑᯂᯇᯌᯄᯍᯓ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯂᯇᯀᯑᯂᯎᯀᯋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯀᯒᯒᯈᯆᯍᯄᯃ ᯑᯎᯋᯄᯒ ᯓᯎ ᯄᯕᯄᯑᯘ ᯒᯎᯋᯃᯈᯄᯑᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯕᯄᯓᯄᯑᯀᯍᯒ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯋᯀᯔᯆᯇᯄᯃ—

ᮠᯅᯓᯄᯑ ᯀᯋᯋ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯁᯀᯓᯓᯋᯄᯒᮋ ᯖᯇᯄᯍ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯄᯕᯄᯑ ᯓᯀᯊᯄᯍ ᯎᯑᯃᯄᯑᯒ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯀ ᯂᯇᯈᯋᯃᮞ

ᮁᮥᯎᯑᯓᯘᮌᯓᯖᯎ… ᯅᯎᯑᯓᯘᮌᯎᯍᯄᮍᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯀ ᯈᯆᯍᯎᯑᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯉᯄᯄᯑᯒᮋ ᯏᯑᯄᯒᯒᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯓᯎᯍᯆᯔᯄ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᯒᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯑᯎᯎᯅ ᯎᯅ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯌᯎᯔᯓᯇ ᯀᯒ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯔᯍᯓᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯀᯑᯓᯁᯄᯀᯓᯒᮋ ᯓᯑᯀᯂᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯎᯋᯕᯄᯒ’ ᯀᯏᯏᯑᯎᯀᯂᯇᮍ

᮲ᯇᯄ’ᯃ ᯇᯄᯀᯑᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯔᯑᯌᯔᯑᯒ—ᮁᯖᯄᯓ ᯁᯄᯇᯈᯍᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯄᯀᯑᯒᮋᮁ ᮁᯍᯎᯁᯋᯄ’ᯒ ᯏᯋᯀᯘᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆᮁ—ᯁᯔᯓ ᯖᯇᯀᯓ ᯓᯑᯔᯋᯘ ᯇᯄᯋᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯀᯓᯓᯄᯍᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯂᯄᯍᯓ ᯎᯅ ᯑᯎᯓᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯅᯋᯄᯒᯇ ᯃᯑᯈᯅᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯍᯎᯑᯓᯇᯖᯄᯒᯓᮍ

ᮁᮢᯀᯏᯓᯀᯈᯍ ᮦᯑᯀᯘᮋ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯇᯈᯄᯋᯃᮌᯁᯄᯀᯑᯄᯑᯒ ᯑᯄᯓᯑᯄᯀᯓ ᯒᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯒᯓᯄᯏᯒᮍᮁ

᮱ᯈᯒᯈᯍᯆ ᯎᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯓᯈᯏᯓᯎᯄᯒᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯓᯔᯆᯆᯄᯃ ᯀᯓ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯂᯋᯎᯀᯊᮍ

ᮁ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯒᯇᯈᯄᯋᯃᯒ ᯖᯈᯋᯋ ᯑᯄᯅᯋᯄᯂᯓ ᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯀᯋᯄᯑᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯀᯋᯏᯇᯀᮍᮁ

ᮁᮍᮍᮍ᮶ᯄ’ᯑᯄ ᯀᯋᯑᯄᯀᯃᯘ ᯅᯀᯑ ᯄᯍᯎᯔᯆᯇᮍ ᮠᯍᯃ ᯓᯇᯄᯑᯄ’ᯒ ᯍᯎ ᯌᯎᯎᯍ ᯓᯎᯍᯈᯆᯇᯓᮍᮁ

ᮁ᮱ᯄᯓᯑᯄᯀᯓᮍᮁ

ᮨᯋᯄᯘᯀ ᯑᯄᯏᯄᯀᯓᯄᯃᮍ

ᮦᯑᯀᯘ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯍᯎ ᯂᯇᯎᯈᯂᯄ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯓᯎ ᯖᯀᯕᯄ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯇᯀᯍᯃᮋ ᯒᯈᯆᯍᯀᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯇᯈᯄᯋᯃᮌᯁᯄᯀᯑᯄᯑᯒ ᯓᯎ ᯅᯀᯋᯋ ᯁᯀᯂᯊᮍ

ᮠᯋᯌᯎᯒᯓ ᯈᯍᯒᯓᯀᯍᯓᯋᯘᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯋᯎᯔᯃᯒ ᯏᯀᯑᯓᯄᯃᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯌᯎᯎᯍᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯒᯏᯈᯋᯋᯄᯃ ᯀᯂᯑᯎᯒᯒ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯄᯀᯑᯓᯇ ᯈᯍ ᯀ ᯒᯈᯋᯕᯄᯑ ᯅᯋᯎᯎᯃᮍ

ᮦᯑᯀᯘ’ᯒ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯖᯈᯃᯄᯍᯄᯃ ᯀᯒ ᯇᯄ ᯖᯈᯏᯄᯃ ᯒᯖᯄᯀᯓ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯁᯑᯎᯖᮍ

ᮧᯀᯃ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯍᯎᯓ ᯑᯄᯓᯑᯄᯀᯓᯄᯃᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯋᯀᯑᯄ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯒᯇᯈᯄᯋᯃᯒ ᯖᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯆᯈᯕᯄᯍ ᯀᯖᯀᯘ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯏᯎᯒᯈᯓᯈᯎᯍ—ᯒᯎᯌᯄᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᮋ ᯀᯒ ᯂᯀᯏᯓᯀᯈᯍᮋ ᯊᯍᯄᯖ ᯀᯋᯋ ᯓᯎᯎ ᯖᯄᯋᯋᮍ

ᮁᮠᯑᯂᯇᯄᯑᯒᮋ ᯃᯈᯕᯈᯃᯄ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯑᯄᯄ ᯒᯐᯔᯀᯃᯒ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯅᯈᯑᯄ ᯈᯍ ᯑᯎᯓᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍᮍᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯀ ᯒᯍᯀᯓᯂᯇᯄᯃ ᮦᯑᯀᯘ’ᯒ ᯒᯏᯄᯀᯑ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯃᯑᯄᯖ ᯋᯈᯍᯄᯒ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯈᯑᯓᮍ ᮁ᮲ᯂᯎᯔᯓᯒᮋ ᯏᯎᯔᯑ ᯎᯈᯋ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯄᯒᯓᯄᯑᯍ ᯂᯑᯄᯕᯈᯂᯄᮍ ᮫ᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯈᯓ ᯖᯇᯄᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯎᯋᯕᯄᯒ ᯄᯍᯓᯄᯑᮍᮁ

ᮦᯑᯀᯘ ᯒᯓᯀᯑᯄᯃ ᯃᯎᯖᯍ ᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯆᯈᯑᯋ ᯖᯇᯎ ᯁᯀᯑᯄᯋᯘ ᯑᯄᯀᯂᯇᯄᯃ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯂᯇᯄᯒᯓ—ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯍᯄ ᯖᯇᯎ’ᯃ ᯒᯄᯈᯙᯄᯃ ᯂᯎᯌᯌᯀᯍᯃ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯄᯍᯓᯈᯑᯄ ᯆᯔᯀᯑᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯓᯀᯋᯊ ᯎᯅ ᮁᯓᯑᯀᯏᯄᯙᯎᯈᯃᯀᯋ ᯊᯈᯋᯋ ᯙᯎᯍᯄᯒᮁ ᯀᯍᯃ ᮁᯓᯄᯑᯑᯀᯈᯍ ᯓᯑᯀᯏᯒᮍᮁ

ᮤᯕᯄᯍ ᯖᯇᯄᯍ ᮯᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒ ᮨᯋᯄᯘᯀ ᯋᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯔᯀᯑᯃᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯋᯄᯓ ᯓᯇᯄᯌ ᯀᯂᯓ ᯅᯑᯄᯄᯋᯘᮍ ᮡᯔᯓ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯋᯈᯓᯓᯋᯄ ᯑᯔᯍᯓ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯄᯕᯄᯑᯘ ᯒᯄᯂᯎᯍᯃ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯌᯎᯕᯄᯌᯄᯍᯓᯒ ᯋᯎᯂᯊᯄᯃ ᯃᯎᯖᯍᮍ

ᮁᮡᯔᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯄᯀᯒᯓᯒ ᯖᯈᯋᯋ ᯂᯇᯀᯑᯆᯄ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯀᯏᯒ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯅᯈᯑᯄ—ᮁ

ᮁ᮶ᯇᯈᯂᯇ ᯈᯒ ᯖᯇᯘ ᯖᯄ ᯋᯄᯀᯕᯄ ᯓᯇᯑᯄᯄ ᯅᯀᯊᯄ ᯆᯀᯏᯒᮍᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯀ ᯂᯔᯓ ᯇᯈᯌ ᯎᯅᯅᮋ ᯀᯑᯑᯀᯍᯆᯈᯍᯆ ᯏᯄᯁᯁᯋᯄᯒ ᯈᯍ ᯀ ᯓᯑᯈᯀᯍᯆᯋᯄᮍ ᮁ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯀᯋᯏᯇᯀ ᯖᯈᯋᯋ ᯀᯋᯖᯀᯘᯒ ᯒᯓᯑᯈᯊᯄ ᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯄᯀᯊᯄᯒᯓ ᯏᯎᯈᯍᯓᮍ ᮶ᯄ ᯏᯋᯀᯍᯓ ᯂᯀᯋᯓᯑᯎᯏᯒ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯄᯂᯎᯘ ᯆᯀᯏᯒᮋ ᯓᯑᯀᯏ ᯓᯇᯄᯌ—ᮁ

ᮠ ᯏᯄᯁᯁᯋᯄ ᯓᯇᯔᯍᯊᯄᯃ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯀᯍᯃᮍ ᮁ—ᯓᯇᯄᯍ ᯓᯇᯑᯄᯄ ᯒᯐᯔᯀᯃᯒ ᯎᯅ ᯇᯄᯀᯕᯘ ᯈᯍᯅᯀᯍᯓᯑᯘ ᯅᯋᯀᯍᯊ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯁᯄᯇᯈᯍᯃ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯂᯔᯓ ᯎᯅᯅ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯑᯄᯓᯑᯄᯀᯓᮍᮁ

᮲ᯇᯄ ᯋᯎᯎᯊᯄᯃ ᯔᯏ ᯀᯓ ᮦᯑᯀᯘᮍ ᮁ᮶ᯇᯄᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯎᯋᯕᯄᯒ ᯓᯔᯑᯍ ᯁᯀᯂᯊᮋ ᯄᯗᯇᯀᯔᯒᯓᯄᯃᮋ ᯒᯓᯀᯁ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯇᯄᯀᯃᯒ ᯀᯓ ᯀᯍ ᯀᯍᯆᯋᯄ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯒᯏᯄᯀᯑᯒᮍᮁ

ᮁ᮶ᯇᯀᯓᮞ ᮠ ᯒᯓᯑᯀᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯓᯇᯑᯔᯒᯓ ᯈᯒ ᯁᯄᯓᯓᯄᯑᮍ ᮠᯍᯆᯋᯄᯃ ᯒᯓᯑᯈᯊᯄᯒ ᯋᯄᯀᯕᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯇᯀᯅᯓ ᯕᯔᯋᯍᯄᯑᯀᯁᯋᯄ ᯓᯎ—ᮁ

ᮦᯑᯀᯘ ᯒᯓᯎᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯌᯈᯃᮌᯒᯄᯍᯓᯄᯍᯂᯄᮍ

ᮬᯄᯄᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯀ’ᯒ ᯆᯀᯙᯄᮋ ᯇᯄ ᯑᯄᯂᯀᯋᯋᯄᯃ ᯇᯎᯖ ᯒᯇᯄ’ᯃ ᯀᯑᯑᯀᯍᯆᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯎᯋᯃᯈᯄᯑᯒ ᯄᯀᯑᯋᯈᯄᯑ—

᮳ᯇᯑᯄᯄᮍ ᮳ᯇᯑᯄᯄᮍ ᮳ᯇᯑᯄᯄᮍ

᮲ᯔᯃᯃᯄᯍᯋᯘᮋ ᯇᯄ ᯔᯍᯃᯄᯑᯒᯓᯎᯎᯃᮍ

ᮠ ᯒᯏᯀᯑᯊ ᯎᯅ ᯀᯃᯌᯈᯑᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯅᯋᯈᯂᯊᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯂᯇᯄᯒᯓᮍ

ᮩᯔᯒᯓ ᯖᯇᯎ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯋᯎᯋᯈᮋ ᯂᯋᯈᯍᯆᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯍᯎ ᯒᯄᯍᯒᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯁᯎᯔᯍᯃᯀᯑᯈᯄᯒᮞ

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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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