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

Chapter 4

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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᮳ᯇᯈᯒ ᯈᯒ ᯀᯍᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯖᯎᯑᯋᯃᮀ

᮲ᯈᯍᯂᯄ ᯖᯇᯄᯍ ᯃᯎᯄᯒ ᯀᯍ ᯈᯒᯄᯊᯀᯈ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᮲ᯓᯀᯑᮢᯑᯀᯅᯓᮞᮀ

ᮁ᮸ᯎᯔᮀᮞᮁ

᮲ᯇᯄ ᯋᯎᯎᯊᯄᯃ ᯔᯏ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯄᯄ ᯀ ᯆᯎᯋᯃᯄᯍᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯓᯖᯈᯍᮌᯓᯀᯈᯋᯄᯃ ᯆᯈᯑᯋ ᯒᯓᯀᯍᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯁᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄ ᯇᯄᯑᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯅᯀᯂᯄ ᯓᯖᯈᯒᯓᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯃᯈᯒᯏᯋᯄᯀᯒᯔᯑᯄᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯆᯈᯑᯋ’ᯒ ᯇᯀᯈᯑ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯏᯔᯑᯄ ᯆᯎᯋᯃᮋ ᯃᯀᯙᯙᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯒᯔᯍᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᮋ ᯌᯄᯓᯈᯂᯔᯋᯎᯔᯒᯋᯘ ᯓᯈᯄᯃ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯖᯎ ᯇᯈᯆᯇ ᯏᯎᯍᯘᯓᯀᯈᯋᯒ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯃᯑᯀᯏᯄᯃ ᯎᯕᯄᯑ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯇᯎᯔᯋᯃᯄᯑᯒᮍ ᮤᯕᯄᯑᯘ ᯒᯓᯑᯀᯍᯃ ᯒᯄᯄᯌᯄᯃ ᯂᯀᯑᯄᯅᯔᯋᯋᯘ ᯓᯄᯍᯃᯄᯃ ᯓᯎᮋ ᯄᯗᯔᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯀ ᯒᯎᯅᯓ ᯋᯔᯒᯓᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯌᯀᯃᯄ ᯎᯍᯄ ᯖᯀᯍᯓ ᯓᯎ ᯑᯄᯀᯂᯇ ᯎᯔᯓ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯓᯎᯔᯂᯇ ᯈᯓᮍ

ᮧᯄᯑ ᯅᯀᯂᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯀᯒ ᯄᯗᯐᯔᯈᯒᯈᯓᯄᯋᯘ ᯂᯑᯀᯅᯓᯄᯃ ᯀᯒ ᯀ ᯖᯎᯑᯊ ᯎᯅ ᯀᯑᯓᮋ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯒᯇᯀᯑᯏᯋᯘ ᯃᯄᯅᯈᯍᯄᯃ ᯅᯄᯀᯓᯔᯑᯄᯒ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯀ ᯍᯀᯓᯔᯑᯀᯋ ᯀᯈᯑ ᯎᯅ ᯍᯎᯁᯈᯋᯈᯓᯘ ᯁᯄᯓᯖᯄᯄᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯁᯑᯎᯖᯒᮍ

ᮧᯄᯑ ᯒᯊᯈᯍ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄ ᯀᯒ ᯒᯍᯎᯖᮋ ᯅᯋᯀᯖᯋᯄᯒᯒᮋ ᯀᯒ ᯈᯅ ᯒᯂᯔᯋᯏᯓᯄᯃ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯔᯑᯄᯒᯓ ᯌᯈᯋᯊᮍ ᮴ᯍᯃᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯔᯍᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᮋ ᯈᯓ ᯂᯀᯑᯑᯈᯄᯃ ᯀ ᯅᯀᯈᯍᯓ ᯆᯋᯎᯖᮋ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯀ ᯓᯇᯈᯍ ᯋᯀᯘᯄᯑ ᯎᯅ ᯅᯑᯎᯒᯓᮋ ᯆᯈᯕᯈᯍᯆ ᯎᯅᯅ ᯀ ᯑᯄᯅᯑᯄᯒᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯘᯄᯓ ᯂᯎᯋᯃᯋᯘ ᯄᯍᯂᯇᯀᯍᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯌᯏᯑᯄᯒᯒᯈᯎᯍᮍ

ᮁ᮴ᯇ… ᯔᯇ…ᮁ

ᮥᯎᯑ ᯀ ᯌᯎᯌᯄᯍᯓᮋ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯅᯎᯑᯆᯎᯓ ᯖᯇᯀᯓ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯀᯘᮍ

᮴ᯍᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯎᯖᯍ ᯏᯄᯓᯈᯓᯄ ᯅᯑᯀᯌᯄᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯈᯑᯋ’ᯒ ᯅᯈᯆᯔᯑᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯖᯄᯋᯋᮌᯏᯑᯎᯏᯎᯑᯓᯈᯎᯍᯄᯃ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯂᯔᯑᯕᯀᯂᯄᯎᯔᯒ—ᯄᯒᯏᯄᯂᯈᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯓᯇᯎᯒᯄ ᯈᯌᯏᯑᯄᯒᯒᯈᯕᯄ ᯀᯒᯒᯄᯓᯒ ᯒᯖᯀᯘᯈᯍᯆ ᯑᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯈᯍ ᯅᯑᯎᯍᯓ ᯎᯅ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ’ᯒ ᯄᯘᯄᯒᮍ

᮲ᯇᯄ ᯖᯎᯑᯄ ᯀᯍ ᯄᯋᯄᯆᯀᯍᯓ ᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᮌᯁᯋᯔᯄ ᯃᯑᯄᯒᯒᮋ ᯈᯓᯒ ᯇᯄᯌ ᯒᯇᯈᯌᯌᯄᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯑᯈᯏᯏᯋᯄᯒ ᯎᯍ ᯀ ᯋᯀᯊᯄᮋ ᯅᯀᯈᯍᯓᯋᯘ ᯑᯄᯕᯄᯀᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯋᯔᯌᯏ ᯎᯔᯓᯋᯈᯍᯄᯒ ᯎᯅ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯈᯆᯇᯒ ᯇᯔᯆᯆᯄᯃ ᯁᯘ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄ ᯒᯓᯎᯂᯊᯈᯍᯆᯒᮍ ᮠ ᯆᯎᯋᯃᯄᯍ ᯁᯄᯋᯓ ᯂᯈᯍᯂᯇᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯖᯀᯈᯒᯓᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯒᯏᯎᯑᯓᯄᯃ ᯀ ᯏᯀᯈᯑ ᯎᯅ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄ ᯋᯄᯀᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯁᯎᯎᯓᯒᮍ

᮲ᯓᯀᯍᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄᯑᯄᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯓᯈᯋᯓᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯇᯄᯀᯃ ᯒᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᯋᯘᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯂᯀᯑᯑᯘᯈᯍᯆ ᯀ ᯇᯈᯍᯓ ᯎᯅ ᯏᯑᯈᯃᯄᮍ

ᮁᮧᯌᯏᯇᯝ ᮶ᯇᯄᯑᯄ’ᯒ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯀᯏᯎᯋᯎᯆᯘᮞᮁ

ᮁᮍᮍᮍᮦᯔᯇᮍᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯕᯘ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯆᯄᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯎᯑᯃᯒ ᯎᯔᯓᮍ ᮨᯍᯒᯓᯄᯀᯃᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯀᯑᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯂᯎᯍᯅᯔᯒᯈᯎᯍ ᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯈᯑᯋ’ᯒ ᯆᯄᯍᯄᯑᯎᯔᯒ ᯄᯍᯃᯎᯖᯌᯄᯍᯓᯒᮍ

ᮥᯈᯑᯒᯓ ᯎᯅ ᯀᯋᯋᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯖᯀᯒᯍ’ᯓ ᯀ ᯏᯄᯑᯕᯄᯑᯓ—ᯁᯔᯓ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯑᯄᯌᯄᯌᯁᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯎᯒᯄ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯒᯔᯏᯏᯎᯒᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯁᯄ ᯑᯎᯔᯍᯃ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯒᯓᯄᯀᯌᯄᯃ ᯁᯔᯍᯒ ᯎᯑ ᯃᯎᯔᯆᯇᮋ ᯑᯈᯆᯇᯓᮞ ᮇᮭᯎᯓ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯀ ᯏᯄᯑᯕᯄᯑᯓᮀᮈ ᮡᯔᯓ ᯒᯄᯑᯈᯎᯔᯒᯋᯘᮋ ᯖᯇᯘ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯓᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᯀ ᯋᯈᯓᯓᯋᯄ ᯂᯇᯄᯑᯑᯘ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯎᯏ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯎᯔᯆᯇᮞ ᮇᮠᯆᯀᯈᯍᮋ ᯍᯎᯓ ᯀ ᯏᯄᯑᯕᯄᯑᯓᮀ ᮡᯔᯓ ᯒᯓᯈᯋᯋ—ᮈ

ᮁᮧᯄᯘᮀ ᮶ᯇᯀᯓ ᯀᯑᯄ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯋᯎᯎᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯓᮀᮞᮁ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯁᯋᯎᯍᯃᯄ ᯆᯈᯑᯋ ᯒᯄᯄᯌᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯍᯎᯓᯈᯂᯄ ᮫ᯈᯕᯕᯘ’ᯒ ᯆᯀᯙᯄ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯇᯔᯑᯑᯈᯄᯃᯋᯘ ᯂᯎᯕᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑᯒᯄᯋᯅᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯅᯀᯈᯑ ᯂᯇᯄᯄᯊᯒ ᯅᯋᯔᯒᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯑᯄᯃᮍ ᮁ᮸ᮌ᮸ᯎᯔ ᯑᯔᯃᯄ ᯋᯈᯓᯓᯋᯄ—ᮀ ᮨᮌᮨ’ᯋᯋ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯀᯑᯑᯄᯒᯓᯄᯃ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯖᯍ ᯈᯍ ᯉᯀᯈᯋᮀᮁ

ᮁᮧᯀᯕᯄ ᯌᯄ ᯀᯑᯑᯄᯒᯓᯄᯃᮞ ᮸ᯎᯔᮞᮁ

ᮁᮬᯇᯌᮀ ᮡᯔᯓᯋᯄᯑᮀᮁ

᮶ᯈᯓᯇ ᯀ ᯃᯑᯀᯌᯀᯓᯈᯂ ᯅᯋᯈᯂᯊ ᯎᯅ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯆᯎᯋᯃᯄᯍ ᯓᯖᯈᯍᮌᯓᯀᯈᯋᯒᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯂᯀᯋᯋᯄᯃ ᯎᯔᯓ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯀᯔᯓᯇᯎᯑᯈᯓᯘᮍ

ᮡᯔᯓ ᯀᯅᯓᯄᯑ ᯀ ᯋᯎᯍᯆ ᯏᯀᯔᯒᯄ… ᯍᯎᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯀᯏᯏᯄᯍᯄᯃᮍ

ᮧᯄᯑ ᯖᯎᯑᯃᯒ ᯌᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯀᯒ ᯖᯄᯋᯋ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯒᯔᯍᯊ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯂᯄᯀᯍᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯒᯔᯑᯑᯎᯔᯍᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯎᯖᯍᯒᯅᯎᯋᯊ ᯎᯍᯋᯘ ᯒᯇᯎᯓ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯖᯄᯈᯑᯃ ᯋᯎᯎᯊᯒᮍ

—᮳ᯇᯄ ᮡᯈᯆ ᮬᯄᯋᯎᯍᯒ ᮦᯈᯑᯋ ᯅᯑᯎᯙᯄ ᯈᯍ ᯏᯋᯀᯂᯄᮋ ᯔᯓᯓᯄᯑᯋᯘ ᯌᯎᯑᯓᯈᯅᯈᯄᯃᮍ

ᮁ᮴ᯇ…ᮁ

᮲ᯇᯄ ᯖᯈᯏᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯖᯄᯀᯓᮍ ᮁ᮳ᯇᯀᯓ’ᯒ ᯖᯄᯈᯑᯃ… ᮨᯒᯍ’ᯓ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯓᯇᯄ ᮲ᯓᯄᯄᯋᯄ ᮣᯔᯂᯀᯋ ᮤᯒᯓᯀᯓᯄᮞ ᮶ᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᯈᯒ ᯓᯇᯈᯒᮞᮁ

ᮁᮠᯍᯘᯖᯀᯘᮋ ᯖᯄ ᯂᯀᯍ’ᯓ ᯓᯀᯋᯊ ᯇᯄᯑᯄᮍ ᮢᯎᯌᯄ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯌᯄᮀᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯕᯘ ᯆᯑᯀᯁᯁᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯖᯑᯈᯒᯓ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯃᯑᯀᯆᯆᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯓᯎ ᯀ ᯒᯄᯂᯋᯔᯃᯄᯃ ᯒᯏᯎᯓ ᯍᯄᯀᯑ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯎᯖᯍ—ᯈᯍᯒᯈᯃᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯇᯎᯋᯋᯎᯖ ᯎᯅ ᯀ ᯓᯎᯖᯄᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯍᯂᯈᯄᯍᯓ ᯓᯑᯄᯄᮍ

᮲ᯇᯄ ᯊᯍᯄᯖ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯏᯋᯀᯂᯄ ᯖᯄᯋᯋᮍ

ᮠᯅᯓᯄᯑ ᯆᯄᯓᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯒᯄᯊᯀᯈ’ᯃ ᯁᯘ ᯓᯑᯔᯂᯊᮌᯊᯔᯍᮋ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯖᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᯒᯇᯄ’ᯃ ᯖᯎᯊᯄᯍ ᯔᯏᮍ

ᮨᯓ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯑᯄᯌᯎᯓᯄᮍ ᮭᯎ ᯎᯍᯄ ᯖᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯂᯎᯌᯄ ᯇᯄᯑᯄᮍ

᮫ᯈᯕᯕᯘ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯀ ᯓᯇᯄᯎᯑᯘ—ᯎᯍᯄ ᯒᯎ ᯓᯇᯑᯈᯋᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯓ ᯍᯄᯀᯑᯋᯘ ᯂᯇᯎᯊᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ—ᯀᯍᯃ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯍᯄᯄᯃᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯂᯎᯍᯅᯈᯑᯌ ᯈᯓᮍ

ᮁᮥᯈᯑᯒᯓ… ᮨᮌᮨ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯒᯎᯌᯄᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯌᯏᯎᯑᯓᯀᯍᯓ ᯓᯎ ᯀᯒᯊᮀᮁ

ᮠᯅᯓᯄᯑ ᯏᯔᯋᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯋᯎᯍᯃᯄ ᯈᯍᯒᯈᯃᯄᮋ ᮫ᯈᯕᯕᯘ ᯒᯀᯓ ᯂᯑᯎᯒᯒᮌᯋᯄᯆᯆᯄᯃᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯅᯀᯂᯄ ᯒᯄᯑᯈᯎᯔᯒᮍ ᮁᮮᯃᯃ ᯂᯇᯀᯍᯆᯄᯒ ᯓᯎ ᯄᯕᯄᯍᮞᮁ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᮡᯈᯆ ᮬᯄᯋᯎᯍᯒ ᮦᯈᯑᯋ ᯁᯋᯈᯍᯊᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯂᯋᯄᯀᯑ ᯄᯘᯄᯒᮋ ᯀᯍᯒᯖᯄᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯑᯄᯅᯋᯄᯗᯈᯕᯄᯋᯘᮋ ᮁ᮲ᯈᯆᯍ ᯃᯄᯏᯄᯍᯃᯒ ᯎᯍ ᯐᯔᯀᯃᯑᯀᯍᯓᮍᮁ

ᮁ᮳ᯇᯎᯒᯄ ᯖᯇᯎ ᯃᯀᯑᯄ ᯈᯍᯕᯀᯃᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯋᯀᯍᯃᯒ ᯎᯅ ᮦᯑᯄᯀᯓ ᮶ᯔᮞᮁ

ᮁ᮲ᯇᯀᯋᯋ ᯁᯄ ᯂᯑᯔᯒᯇᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇᯎᯔᯓ ᯌᯄᯑᯂᯘᮀᮁ

ᮁᮧᮮ᮫᮸ ᮲ᮧ᮳ᮀᮞᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯕᯘ ᯉᯄᯑᯊᯄᯃ ᯁᯀᯂᯊᮋ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯖᯈᯃᯄ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯒᯇᯎᯂᯊᮍ ᮁ᮲ᯈᯒ… ᯀᯑᯄ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯀ ᯓᯑᯀᯍᯒᯌᯈᯆᯑᯀᯓᯎᯑ ᯓᯎᯎᮀᮞᮁ

ᮁᮭᮮ ᮶ᮠ᮸ᮋ ᮸ᮮ᮴ ᮳ᮮᮮᮀᮞᮁ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯆᯈᯑᯋ ᯌᯈᯑᯑᯎᯑᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯑᯄᯀᯂᯓᯈᯎᯍᮋ ᯄᯐᯔᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯒᯓᯔᯍᯍᯄᯃᮍ ᮁ᮪ᯈᯃᮋ ᯖᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯁᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄᮞ ᮴ᯆᯇᮋ ᮨ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯅᯈᯍᯈᯒᯇᯄᯃ ᯌᯘ ᯂᯎᯋᯋᯄᯆᯄ ᯄᯍᯓᯑᯀᯍᯂᯄ ᯄᯗᯀᯌᯒ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯇᯀᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯏᯀᯑᯓᯈᯄᯃ ᯘᯄᯓ ᯖᯇᯄᯍ ᮨ ᯆᯎᯓ ᯘᯄᯄᯓᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑᯄᮀᮁ

ᮁ᮴ᯆᯇᮋ ᯒᯀᯌᯄᮋᮁ ᮫ᯈᯕᯕᯘ ᯆᯑᯎᯀᯍᯄᯃᮍ ᮁᮨ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯒᯔᯏᯏᯎᯒᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯆᯎ ᯃᯑᯈᯍᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯊᯀᯑᯀᯎᯊᯄ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯌᯘ ᯁᯄᯒᯓ ᯁᯑᯎ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯃᯀᯘ… ᮨ ᯖᯎᯍᯃᯄᯑ ᯇᯎᯖ ᯇᯄ’ᯒ ᯃᯎᯈᯍᯆ ᯍᯎᯖᮍ ᮡᯄᯓ ᯇᯄ’ᯒ ᯁᯀᯖᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯎᯔᯓ ᯀᯓ ᯌᯘ ᯆᯑᯀᯕᯄᮀᮁ

ᮁ᮶ᯀᯈᯓᮋ ᯒᯄᯑᯈᯎᯔᯒᯋᯘᮞ ᮨ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯆᯎᯍᯍᯀ ᯇᯈᯓ ᯔᯏ ᯊᯀᯑᯀᯎᯊᯄ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯌᯘ ᯁᯄᯒᯓ ᯁᯑᯎ ᯓᯎᯎᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯍ ᯆᯎ ᯆᯀᯌᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯅᯓᯄᯑᮀᮁ

ᮡᯀᯂᯊ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯅᯎᯑᯓᯇ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯖᯄᯍᯓᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯎᯑᯄ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯓᯀᯋᯊᯄᯃᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯑᯀᯍᯆᯄᯑ—ᯀᯍᯃ ᯌᯎᯑᯄ ᯅᯀᯌᯈᯋᯈᯀᯑ—ᯈᯓ ᯅᯄᯋᯓᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯆᯈᯑᯋ’ᯒ ᯓᯎᯍᯄᮋ ᯄᯗᯏᯑᯄᯒᯒᯈᯎᯍᯒᮋ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯖᯎᯑᯃ ᯂᯇᯎᯈᯂᯄᯒ… ᯀᯋᯋ ᯆᯀᯕᯄ ᮫ᯈᯕᯕᯘ ᯀᯍ ᯈᯍᯄᯗᯏᯋᯈᯂᯀᯁᯋᯄ ᯒᯄᯍᯒᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯂᯋᯎᯒᯄᯍᯄᯒᯒᮍ

᮫ᯈᯊᯄ… ᯋᯈᯊᯄ…

᮫ᯈᯕᯕᯘ ᯆᯔᯋᯏᯄᯃᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯂᯑᯈᯌᯒᯎᯍ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯅᯋᯈᯂᯊᯄᯑᯈᯍᯆᮍ

ᮁ᮴ᯇᮋ ᯘᯎᯔ—ᯀᯇᯄᯌᮋ ᯖᯇᯀᯓ’ᯒ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯍᯀᯌᯄᮞᮁ

ᮁᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᮲ᯓᯄᯄᯋᯄᮍ ᮳ᯂᯇᮋ ᮨ ᯆᯎᯓ ᯑᯄᯁᯎᯑᯍ ᯀᯒ ᯒᯎᯌᯄ ᯃᯔᯊᯄ’ᯒ ᯃᯀᯔᯆᯇᯓᯄᯑᮍ ᮭᯎ ᯈᯃᯄᯀ ᯇᯎᯖ… ᮨ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯒᯔᯃᯃᯄᯍᯋᯘ ᯖᯎᯊᯄ ᯔᯏ ᯇᯄᯑᯄᮋ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯓᯇᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᮨ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯎᯍᯋᯘ—ᮁ

ᮬᯈᯃᮌᯒᯄᯍᯓᯄᯍᯂᯄᮋ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯔᯍᯔᯒᯔᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯋᯎᯖᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯇᯄᯀᯃᮋ ᯇᯔᯆᯆᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑᯒᯄᯋᯅ ᯀᯒ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯋᯈᯏᯒ ᯏᯑᯄᯒᯒᯄᯃ ᯓᯎᯆᯄᯓᯇᯄᯑᮍ ᮠ ᯅᯀᯈᯍᯓ ᯁᯋᯔᯒᯇ ᯒᯏᯑᯄᯀᯃ ᯀᯂᯑᯎᯒᯒ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯅᯀᯈᯑ ᯂᯇᯄᯄᯊᯒ ᯁᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯅᯄᯋᯋ ᯒᯈᯋᯄᯍᯓᮍ

ᮁᮭᯎ ᯍᯎ ᯍᯎᮋ ᯍᯎᯓ ᯓᯇᯀᯓᮍᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯕᯘ ᯖᯀᯕᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯎᯅᯅᮍ

᮳ᯇᯀᯓ ᯖᯀᯒᯍ’ᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯎᯈᯍᯓᮍ

ᮁᮬᯘ ᯍᯀᯌᯄ ᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᯈᯒ ᮫ᯈᯕᯕᯘᮋ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ’ᯒ ᯍᯎᯓ ᯖᯇᯀᯓ ᮨ ᯌᯄᯀᯍᯓᮍ ᮨ’ᯌ ᯀᯒᯊᯈᯍᯆ… ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯘᯎᯔᮋ ᯁᯘ ᯀᯍᯘ ᯂᯇᯀᯍᯂᯄᮋ ᯈᯍ ᮢᯋᯀᯒᯒ ᮖᮋ ᯒᯈᯓᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯁᯘ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯈᯍᯃᯎᯖᮞᮁ

ᮁ᮸ᯄᯀᯇ… ᮶ᯀᯈᯓᮋ ᯃᯎᯍ’ᯓ ᯓᯄᯋᯋ ᯌᯄ ᯘᯎᯔ’ᯑᯄ—ᮞᮁ

ᮧᯄᯑ ᯕᯎᯈᯂᯄ ᯓᯑᯄᯌᯁᯋᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯃᯈᯒᯁᯄᯋᯈᯄᯅ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯁᯀᯑᯄᯋᯘ ᯂᯎᯍᯓᯀᯈᯍᯄᯃ ᯄᯗᯂᯈᯓᯄᯌᯄᯍᯓᮍ ᮁ᮸ᯎᯔ’ᯑᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯔᯘ ᯖᯇᯎ ᯒᯀᯓ ᯁᯄᯇᯈᯍᯃ ᯌᯄᮀᮞᮁ

ᮁ᮸ᯄᯀᯇ… ᮨ’ᯌ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯆᯔᯘ…ᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯕᯘ’ᯒ ᯇᯄᯀᯑᯓ ᯏᯎᯔᯍᯃᯄᯃ ᯒᯎ ᯇᯀᯑᯃ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯓᯇᯎᯔᯆᯇᯓ ᯈᯓ ᯌᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯁᯔᯑᯒᯓᮍ ᮭᯎᯖ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯔᯍᯃᯄᯑᯒᯓᯎᯎᯃ ᯖᯇᯘ ᯄᯕᯄᯑᯘᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯅᯄᯋᯓ ᯒᯎ ᯎᯅᯅᮍ

᮳ᯇᯈᯒ ᯏᯄᯑᯒᯎᯍ ᯖᯀᯒᯍ’ᯓ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯀᯍᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯓᯑᯀᯍᯒᯌᯈᯆᯑᯀᯓᯎᯑᮍ

᮲ᯇᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᮫ᯈᯕᯕᯘ’ᯒ ᯑᯄᯀᯋᮌᯋᯈᯅᯄ ᯁᯄᯒᯓ ᯁᯑᯎ—ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯇᯈᯋᯃᯇᯎᯎᯃ ᯅᯑᯈᯄᯍᯃ ᯒᯇᯄ’ᯃ ᯆᯑᯎᯖᯍ ᯔᯏ ᯖᯈᯓᯇᮀ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯌᯎᯌᯄᯍᯓ ᯈᯓ ᯂᯋᯈᯂᯊᯄᯃ—

᮫ᯈᯕᯕᯘ’ᯒ ᯁᯎᯃᯘ ᯒᯓᯈᯅᯅᯄᯍᯄᯃᮍ

ᮧᯄᯑ ᯅᯀᯂᯄ ᯇᯄᯋᯃ ᯒᯇᯎᯂᯊᮋ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯌᯎᯑᯄ ᯒᯎᮋ ᯉᯎᯘ—ᯀᯒ ᯈᯅ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯁᯄᯋᯈᯄᯕᯄ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯄᯘᯄᯒᮍ

ᮁᮨ… ᮨ ᯃᯎᯍ’ᯓ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯊᯍᯎᯖ ᯖᯇᯀᯓ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯀᯘᮀᮁ

ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄᮋ ᯄᯐᯔᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯄᯂᯒᯓᯀᯓᯈᯂᮋ ᯋᯄᯀᯏᯄᯃ ᯔᯏ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯆᯑᯀᯁᯁᯄᯃ ᮫ᯈᯕᯕᯘ’ᯒ ᯇᯀᯍᯃᯒᮋ ᯒᯐᯔᯄᯄᯙᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯈᯆᯇᯓᮍ

ᮁ᮱ᯈᯆᯇᯓᮀᮞ ᮨ ᯓᯇᯎᯔᯆᯇᯓ ᯖᯄ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯃᯎᯍᯄ ᯅᯎᯑᮀ ᮨ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯃᯄᯕᯀᯒᯓᯀᯓᯄᯃᮀᮁ

ᮁᮬᯄ ᯓᯎᯎ…ᮁ

᮳ᯄᯀᯑᯒ ᯖᯄᯋᯋᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᮫ᯈᯕᯕᯘ’ᯒ ᯄᯘᯄᯒᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯀᯓ ᯓᯈᯆᯇᯓᮍ

ᮁᮨ ᯍᯄᯕᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯎᯔᯆᯇᯓ ᮨ’ᯃ ᯒᯄᯄ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍ…ᮁ

ᮠᯍ ᯈᯍᯃᯄᯒᯂᯑᯈᯁᯀᯁᯋᯄ ᯖᯀᯑᯌᯓᯇ ᯅᯋᯎᯎᯃᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯂᯇᯄᯒᯓ—ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯒᯏᯎᯓᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯀ ᯋᯎᯍᯄ ᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯈᯍ ᯄᯍᯃᯋᯄᯒᯒ ᯃᯀᯑᯊᯍᯄᯒᯒᮍ

ᮨᯍ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯒᯓᯑᯀᯍᯆᯄᮋ ᯃᯀᯍᯆᯄᯑᯎᯔᯒ ᯖᯎᯑᯋᯃ… ᯒᯇᯄ ᯖᯀᯒᯍ’ᯓ ᯀᯋᯎᯍᯄ ᯀᯍᯘᯌᯎᯑᯄᮍ

ᮥᯈᯕᯄ ᯃᯀᯘᯒ ᯎᯅ ᯒᯎᯋᯈᯓᯔᯃᯄ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯍᯄᯀᯑᯋᯘ ᯂᯑᯔᯒᯇᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑᮍ

ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ’ᯒ ᯏᯑᯄᯒᯄᯍᯂᯄ ᯁᯑᯎᯔᯆᯇᯓ ᯀᯍ ᯎᯕᯄᯑᯖᯇᯄᯋᯌᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯄᯍᯒᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯒᯀᯅᯄᯓᯘᮋ ᯀᯒ ᯈᯅ ᯀᯋᯋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯅᯄᯀᯑᯒ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯌᯄᯋᯓᯄᯃ ᯀᯖᯀᯘᮍ

ᮠᯍᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯎᯏ ᯈᯓ ᯎᯅᯅᮋ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯄᯑᯒᯎᯍ ᯖᯇᯎ ᯊᯍᯄᯖ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯁᯄᯒᯓ—ᯇᯄᯑ ᯕᯄᯑᯘ ᯁᯄᯒᯓ ᯅᯑᯈᯄᯍᯃ—ᯖᯇᯎ’ᯃ ᯀᯋᯒᯎ ᯒᯎᯌᯄᯇᯎᯖ ᯄᯍᯃᯄᯃ ᯔᯏ ᯀᯒ ᯀ…

ᮁᮨ ᯂᯀᯍ’ᯓ ᯁᯄᯋᯈᯄᯕᯄ ᯖᯄ ᯁᯎᯓᯇ ᯄᯍᯃᯄᯃ ᯔᯏ ᯇᯄᯑᯄᮀ ᮨᯒ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯅᯀᯓᯄᮀᮞᮁ

ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ’ᯒ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯒᯏᯀᯑᯊᯋᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯄᯗᯂᯈᯓᯄᯌᯄᯍᯓᮍ ᮁ᮶ᯇᯀᯓ ᯀᯑᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯃᯃᯒ ᯖᯄ’ᯃ ᯓᯑᯀᯍᯒᯌᯈᯆᯑᯀᯓᯄ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯀᯌᯄ ᯖᯎᯑᯋᯃᮀᮞᮁ

ᮁ᮸ᯄᯀᯇ…ᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯕᯘ’ᯒ ᯋᯈᯏᯒ ᯂᯔᯑᯋᯄᯃ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯀ ᯒᯌᯈᯋᯄ—ᯇᯄᯑ ᯅᯈᯑᯒᯓ ᯆᯄᯍᯔᯈᯍᯄ ᯎᯍᯄ ᯈᯍ ᯃᯀᯘᯒᮍ

ᮦᯑᯀᯓᯈᯓᯔᯃᯄ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯑᯄᯋᯈᯄᯅ ᯒᯖᯄᯋᯋᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯂᯇᯄᯒᯓᮋ ᯀᯒ ᯈᯅ ᯅᯀᯓᯄ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯅᯈᯍᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯖᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯀ ᯁᯎᯍᯄᮍ

᮲ᯓᯀᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯓ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯋᯎᯋᯈ’ᯒ ᯆᯀᯙᯄ ᯒᯎᯅᯓᯄᯍᯄᯃᮍ ᮤᯕᯄᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯔᯒᯔᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯏᯔᯍᯂᯇᯀᯁᯋᯄ ᯁᯄᯒᯓ ᯅᯑᯈᯄᯍᯃ ᯃᯈᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯒᯄᯄᯌ ᯒᯎ ᯏᯔᯍᯂᯇᯀᯁᯋᯄ ᯀᯍᯘᯌᯎᯑᯄᮍ

ᮁᮨ’ᯌ ᯒᯎ ᯆᯋᯀᯃ ᮨ ᯅᯎᯔᯍᯃ ᯘᯎᯔᮍ ᮨ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯓᯇᯈᯍᯊᯈᯍᯆ… ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯖᯎᯑᯋᯃ ᯈᯒ ᯒᯎ ᯇᯔᯆᯄᮋ ᯇᯎᯖ ᯀᯌ ᮨ ᯒᯔᯏᯏᯎᯒᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ— ᮡᯔᯓ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯇᯄᯑᯄᮋ ᯄᯕᯄᯑᯘᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯅᯄᯄᯋᯒ ᯃᯈᯅᯅᯄᯑᯄᯍᯓᮀᮁ

ᮁ᮲ᯀᯌᯄᮀ ᮴ᯆᯇᮋ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯍᯎ ᯈᯃᯄᯀ—ᯆᯄᯓᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯃᯔᯌᯏᯄᯃ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯒᯓᯔᯏᯈᯃ ᯃᯔᯊᯄ’ᯒ ᯌᯀᯍᯒᯈᯎᯍᮞ ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯌᯀᯈᯃᯒ ᯊᯄᯏᯓ ᯍᯀᯆᯆᯈᯍᯆ ᯌᯄ ᯓᯎ ‘ᯖᯀᯋᯊ ᯆᯑᯀᯂᯄᯅᯔᯋᯋᯘᮋ’ ‘ᯂᯔᯑᯓᯒᯘ ᯏᯑᯎᯏᯄᯑᯋᯘᮋ’ ‘ᯃᯎᯍ’ᯓ ᯒᯋᯔᯑᯏ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯅᯎᯎᯃ’—ᯒᯎ ᯌᯀᯍᯘ ᯑᯔᯋᯄᯒᮀ ᮨ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯃᯘᯈᯍᯆᮀᮁ

ᮠᯒ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯂᯇᯀᯓᯓᯄᯃᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯈᯍᯈᯓᯈᯀᯋ ᯄᯗᯂᯈᯓᯄᯌᯄᯍᯓ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯑᯄᯔᯍᯈᯎᯍ ᯒᯋᯎᯖᯋᯘ ᯒᯄᯓᯓᯋᯄᯃᮍ

ᮭᯎᯖᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯒᯓᯔᯃᯈᯄᯃ ᯄᯀᯂᯇ ᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑ’ᯒ ᯅᯀᯂᯄᯒᮍ

ᮠᯍᯃ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯓᯑᯔᯄ ᯒᯄᯋᯕᯄᯒ ᯁᯄᯆᯀᯍ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯔᯑᯅᯀᯂᯄᮍ

ᮁᮯᯅᯅᯓ—᮫ᯈᯕᯕᯘᮋ ᯇᯎᯖ’ᯃ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯓᯔᯑᯍ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯀ ᯓᯈᯍᯘ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄ ᯌᯈᯃᯆᯄᯓᮀᮞ ᮡ᮶ᮠᮧᮠᮧᮠᯝᮀᮁ

ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯏᯋᯎᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯃᯎᯖᯍ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯑᯄᯄ ᯇᯎᯋᯋᯎᯖᮋ ᯂᯑᯎᯒᯒᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯋᯄᯆᯒ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯆᯄᯒᯓᯔᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯌᯎᯂᯊᯈᯍᯆᯋᯘᮍ ᮁ᮸ᯎᯔ’ᯑᯄᮋ ᯋᯈᯊᯄᮋ ᯀ ᯖᯇᯎᯋᯄ ᯇᯄᯀᯃ ᯒᯇᯎᯑᯓᯄᯑ ᯍᯎᯖᮀ ᮳ᯄᯄᯇᯄᯄᯝ ᮡᯀᯁᯘ ᯆᯈᯑᯋᮋ ᯖᯇᯘ’ᯒ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯅᯑᯎᯍᯓ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯁᯀᯂᯊ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯀᯌᯄᯝᮞᮁ

ᮁ᮲ᯇᯔᯓ ᯔᯏᮋ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯃᯀᯌᯍ ᯌᯄᯋᯎᯍᮌᯇᯀᯕᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯑᯀᯒᯇᮀ ᮸ᯎᯔ—ᮨ ᯒᯖᯄᯀᯑ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯑᯎᯀᯃ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯄᯌᯏᯓᯘᮀ ᮧᯎᯖ’ᯃ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯏᯎᯏ ᯔᯏ ᯎᯔᯓᯓᯀ ᯍᯎᯖᯇᯄᯑᯄᮀᮞ ᮠᯍᯃ—ᯀᯍᯃ—ᯖᯇᯘ’ᯒ ᯓᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᯀ ᯂᯇᯄᯑᯑᯘ ᯎᯍ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯃᯎᯔᯆᯇᮀᮞ ᮶ᯇᯀᯓ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯃᯎᯈᯍᯆ ᯁᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄ ᯓᯇᯈᯒᮀᮞ ᮢᯎᯍᯅᯄᯒᯒᮀᮁ

᮶ᯈᯓᯇ ᯀ ᯖᯈᯂᯊᯄᯃ ᯆᯑᯈᯍᮋ ᮫ᯈᯕᯕᯘ ᯒᯋᯎᯖᯋᯘ ᯑᯄᯀᯂᯇᯄᯃ ᯎᯔᯓ ᯀ ᯌᯈᯒᯂᯇᯈᯄᯕᯎᯔᯒ ᯇᯀᯍᯃ…

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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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