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

Chapter 42

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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ᮁᮠᯒ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯐᯔᯄᯒᯓᯈᯎᯍ—ᯅᯈᯑᯒᯓᮋ ᮨ ᯖᯈᯋᯋ ᯍᯎᯓ ᯑᯄᯓᯑᯄᯀᯓ ᯎᯑ ᯅᯋᯄᯄᮍᮁ

ᮨᯋᯄᯈᯀᮆᯒ ᯁᯄᯋᯀᯓᯄᯃ ᯑᯄᯏᯋᯘ ᯒᯍᯀᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯈᯀ ᯎᯔᯓ ᯎᯅ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯑᯄᯕᯄᯑᯈᯄᮍ

ᮤᯀᯂᯇ ᯖᯎᯑᯃ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯂᯑᯘᯒᯓᯀᯋ ᯂᯋᯄᯀᯑᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯒᯈᯋᯕᯄᯑᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒ ᯂᯀᯒᯓ ᯀ ᯏᯈᯄᯑᯂᯈᯍᯆ ᯆᯀᯙᯄ ᯀᯓ ᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯈᯀᮍ ᮁ᮲ᯄᯂᯎᯍᯃᮋ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯀᯑᯄ ᯌᯘ ᯂᯎᯍᯓᯑᯀᯂᯓᯎᯑᮍ ᮨ ᯖᯈᯋᯋ ᯍᯎᯓ ᯀᯁᯀᯍᯃᯎᯍ ᯘᯎᯔᮍᮁ

ᮁᮢᯎᯍᯓᯑᯀᯂᯓᯎᯑᮋ ᯇᯔᯇᮞ ᮲ᯔᯂᯇ ᯀ ᯏᯄᯑᯅᯄᯂᯓᯋᯘ ᯑᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍᯀᯋ ᯀᯍᯒᯖᯄᯑᮍ ᮧᯀᯇᯀᯇᯀᮋ ᮨ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯄᯗᯏᯄᯂᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯎᯌᯄᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯌᯎᯑᯄᮍᮍᮍ ᯒᯏᯄᯂᯈᯀᯋᮍᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯈᯀ ᯏᯋᯎᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯃᯎᯖᯍ ᯔᯍᯂᯄᯑᯄᯌᯎᯍᯈᯎᯔᯒᯋᯘ ᯎᯍ ᯀ ᯇᯀᯑᯃ ᯑᯎᯂᯊᮋ ᯏᯑᯎᯏᯏᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯂᯇᯈᯍ ᯎᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯇᯀᯍᯃᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯌᯀᯋᯋ ᯅᯄᯄᯓ ᯒᯖᯈᯍᯆᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯃᯋᯘᮍ

᮲ᯇᯄ ᯑᯄᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯖᯀᯍᯓᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯄᯄ ᯖᯇᯄᯍ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒ ᯖᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯅᯈᯍᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯒᯇᯎᯖ ᯀ ᯌᯎᯑᯄ ᯄᯌᯎᯓᯈᯎᯍᯀᯋ ᯒᯈᯃᯄᮍ

ᮡᯔᯓ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯍᯎᯖ… ᯒᯇᯄ’ᯃ ᯋᯄᯓ ᯈᯓ ᯒᯋᯈᯃᯄᮍ

ᮁᮨ’ᯋᯋ ᯒᯏᯀᯑᯄ ᯘᯎᯔ… ᯅᯎᯑ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯎᯌᯄᯍᯓᮍᮁ

ᮩᯔᯒᯓ ᯀᯒ ᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯈᯀ ᯌᯔᯓᯓᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯔᯍᯃᯄᯑ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯁᯑᯄᯀᯓᯇᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯀᯂᯊ ᯎᯅ ᯃᯄᯌᯎᯍ ᯖᯎᯋᯕᯄᯒ ᯀᯑᯎᯔᯍᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯔᯃᯃᯄᯍᯋᯘ ᯖᯇᯈᯍᯄᯃᮍ

ᮮᯍᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯎᯋᯕᯄᯒ ᯓᯑᯎᯓᯓᯄᯃ ᯎᯕᯄᯑᮋ ᯀ ᯂᯔᯑᯕᯄᯃ ᯃᯀᯆᯆᯄᯑ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯀᯒᯒᯀᯒᯒᯈᯍᯒ ᯂᯋᯄᯍᯂᯇᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯈᯓᯒ ᯉᯀᯖᯒᮍ ᮨᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯈᯒᯓᯀᯍᯂᯄᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯑᯇᯘᯓᯇᯌᯈᯂ ᯂᯋᯀᯓᯓᯄᯑ ᯎᯅ ᯇᯎᯎᯕᯄᯒ ᯆᯑᯄᯖ ᯋᯎᯔᯃᯄᯑᮍ

ᮨᯋᯄᯈᯀ’ᯒ ᯁᯑᯎᯖ ᯅᯔᯑᯑᯎᯖᯄᯃᮋ ᯖᯇᯈᯋᯄ ᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯈᯀ ᯁᯑᯎᯊᯄ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯀ ᯆᯑᯈᯍᮋ ᯒᯏᯑᯈᯍᯆᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯎ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯅᯄᯄᯓ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯂᯔᯏᯏᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯇᯀᯍᯃᯒ ᯀᯑᯎᯔᯍᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯌᯎᯔᯓᯇ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯀ ᯌᯄᯆᯀᯏᯇᯎᯍᯄᮍ

ᮁᮡᯈᯆ ᮠᯈᮀ ᮶ᯇᯀᯓ ᯓᯎᯎᯊ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯒᯎ ᯋᯎᯍᯆᮀᮞᮁ

ᮁᮧᯌᯏᯇᮀ ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ ᯈᯍᯒᯈᯒᯓᯄᯃ ᯎᯍ ᯃᯑᯀᯆᯆᯈᯍᯆ ᯌᯄ ᯁᯀᯂᯊ ᯓᯎ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯑᯎᯒᯄ ᯆᯀᯑᯃᯄᯍ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯄᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯅᯋᯎᯖᯄᯑ ᯅᯈᯄᯋᯃᯒᮍ ᮨ ᯑᯔᯒᯇᯄᯃ ᯁᯀᯂᯊ ᯀᯒ ᯒᯎᯎᯍ ᯀᯒ ᮨ ᯆᯎᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯄᯒᯒᯀᯆᯄᮀᮁ

ᮠ ᯇᯀᯔᯆᯇᯓᯘ ᯕᯎᯈᯂᯄᮋ ᯏᯔᯍᯂᯓᯔᯀᯓᯄᯃ ᯁᯘ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯇᯑᯈᯋᯋ ᯎᯅ ᯀ ᯁᯑᯀᯒᯒ ᯖᯇᯈᯒᯓᯋᯄᮋ ᯄᯂᯇᯎᯄᯃ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯅᯀᯑ ᯀᯖᯀᯘᮍ

᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯈᯀ ᯒᯓᯎᯎᯃᮋ ᯅᯄᯄᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯄᯍᯄᯑᯆᯘ ᯒᯔᯑᯆᯄ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯁᯎᯃᯘ ᯀᯒ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯀᯒᯇᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯀᯆᯆᯄᯑᯒ ᯎᯍᯄ ᯁᯘ ᯎᯍᯄ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯓᯎᯑᯀᯆᯄ ᯑᯈᯍᯆᮍ ᮲ᯇᯄ ᯄᯗᯂᯇᯀᯍᯆᯄᯃ ᯀ ᯆᯋᯀᯍᯂᯄ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯄᯌᯎᯍ ᯖᯎᯋᯅᮍ

ᮁ᮲ᯎ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ’ᯒ ᯇᯎᯖ ᯈᯓ ᯈᯒ… ᮧᯌᮋ ᮨ ᯒᯄᯄᮍᮁ

᮲ᯇᯄ ᯌᯎᯔᯍᯓᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯎᯋᯅᮍ

ᮁ᮳ᯑᯀᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯒᯔᯑᯑᯎᯔᯍᯃᯄᯃᮋ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯀᯑᯄ ᯎᯔᯑ ᯋᯀᯒᯓ ᯇᯎᯏᯄᮍ ᮭᯎᯖ—ᯒᯎᯔᯍᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯇᯎᯑᯍ ᯎᯅ ᯂᯎᯔᯍᯓᯄᯑᯀᯓᯓᯀᯂᯊᮀᮁ

ᮠᯑᯂᯇᯄᯑᯒ ᯄᯗᯂᯄᯋᯋᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯋᯎᯍᯆᮌᯑᯀᯍᯆᯄ ᯂᯎᯌᯁᯀᯓᮋ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯎᯌᯄᯍᯓ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯀᯌᯁᯔᯒᯇᯄᯃᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯋᯎᯒᯓ ᯀᯋᯋ ᯅᯈᯆᯇᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯂᯀᯏᯀᯁᯈᯋᯈᯓᯘᮍ

ᮨᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯈᯒᯓᯀᯍᯂᯄᮋ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯁᯋᯄᯖ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯁᯑᯀᯒᯒ ᯖᯇᯈᯒᯓᯋᯄᮋ ᯂᯇᯀᯑᯆᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯈᯃᯒᯓ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯀᯑᯂᯇᯄᯑᯒ ᯎᯍ ᯇᯎᯑᯒᯄᯁᯀᯂᯊᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯅᯈᯆᯔᯑᯄ ᯉᯎᯋᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯄᯕᯄᯑᯘ ᯆᯀᯋᯋᯎᯏᮍ ᮡᯄᯇᯈᯍᯃ ᯇᯄᯑᮋ ᯕᯈᯍᯄᯒ—ᯎᯍᯄᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯍ ᯓᯖᯎ—ᯁᯄᯆᯀᯍ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯏᯑᯎᯔᯓ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯑᯎᯔᯍᯃᮍ

ᮁᮨ ᯓᯇᯎᯔᯆᯇᯓ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯉᯎᯊᯈᯍᯆᮋ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯈᯂᯄ ᯐᯔᯄᯄᯍ ᯑᯄᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯑᯎᯔᯁᯋᯄᯝᮁ

ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ ᯆᯈᯆᯆᯋᯄᯃᮋ ᯄᯋᯄᯆᯀᯍᯓᯋᯘ ᯓᯖᯈᯑᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯓᯀᯅᯅᮍ ᮳ᯇᯎᯑᯍᯒ ᯄᯑᯔᯏᯓᯄᯃ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯄᯀᯑᯓᯇ ᯈᯍ ᯀᯍ ᯈᯍᯒᯓᯀᯍᯓᮋ ᯄᯍᯒᯍᯀᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯀᯑᯂᯇᯄᯑᯒᮍ

ᮡᯄᯇᯈᯍᯃ ᯇᯄᯑᮋ ᯀ ᯒᯖᯀᯑᯌ ᯎᯅ ᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯂᯀᯕᯀᯋᯑᯘ ᯀᯑᯑᯈᯕᯄᯃᮋ ᯂᯑᯀᯒᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯀᯑᯀᯕᯀᯍ’ᯒ ᯅᯋᯀᯍᯊ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯒᯇᯀᯓᯓᯄᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯅᯎᯑᯌᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯔᯓᯒᯈᯃᯄᮍ

ᮁᮣᯀᯌᯍ ᯈᯓᮀ ᮶ᯇᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯇᯄᯋᯋ ᯈᯒ ᯆᯎᯈᯍᯆ ᯎᯍᮀᮞᮁ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯌᯌᯀᯍᯃᯄᯑ’ᯒ ᯅᯀᯂᯄ ᯓᯖᯈᯒᯓᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯅᯔᯑᯘᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯈᯌᯏᯄᯑᯈᯀᯋ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒᯄᯒ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯒᯔᯏᯏᯎᯒᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯁᯄ ᯀᯓ ᯄᯀᯂᯇ ᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑ’ᯒ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯀᯓᯒ—ᯒᯎ ᯖᯇᯘ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᮥᯎᯔᯑᯓᯇ ᮯᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒᮋ ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀᮋ ᯂᯎᯌᯄ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯑᯄᯒᯂᯔᯄᮀᮞ

ᮠᯍᯃ ᯇᯎᯖ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯓᯎᯍᯈᯆᯇᯓ’ᯒ ᯎᯏᯄᯑᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯁᯄᯄᯍ ᯋᯄᯀᯊᯄᯃᮀᮞ

᮳ᯇᯈᯒ ᯈᯍᯓᯄᯋᯋᯈᯆᯄᯍᯂᯄ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯁᯄᯄᯍ ᯌᯄᯓᯈᯂᯔᯋᯎᯔᯒᯋᯘ ᯀᯍᯀᯋᯘᯙᯄᯃ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯕᯄᯑᯈᯅᯈᯄᯃᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄ ᮥᯈᯑᯒᯓ ᮯᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒᮋ ᮨᯋᯄᯈᯀᮋ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯒᯔᯏᯏᯎᯒᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯁᯄ ᯏᯑᯄᯎᯂᯂᯔᯏᯈᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯄᯗᯓᯄᯑᯌᯈᯍᯀᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯄᯌᯎᯍ ᯖᯎᯋᯕᯄᯒᮍ ᮠᯋᯋ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯃᯎ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯃᯈᯒᯆᯔᯈᯒᯄ ᯓᯇᯄᯌᯒᯄᯋᯕᯄᯒ ᯀᯒ ᯀ ᯌᯄᯑᯂᯇᯀᯍᯓ ᯂᯀᯑᯀᯕᯀᯍᮋ ᯈᯍᯅᯈᯋᯓᯑᯀᯓᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯄᯑᯑᯈᯓᯎᯑᯘᮋ ᯆᯀᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯅᯎᯑᯂᯄᯒᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯀᯌᯁᯔᯒᯇ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯔᯍᯀᯕᯎᯈᯃᯀᯁᯋᯄ ᯑᯎᯔᯓᯄᮍ

—ᮠ ᯅᯎᯎᯋᯏᯑᯎᯎᯅ ᯏᯋᯀᯍᮋ ᯖᯎᯑᯓᯇ ᯈᯓᯒ ᯖᯄᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯈᯍ ᯆᯎᯋᯃᮍ

᮲ᯎ ᯖᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯈᯓ ᯆᯎᯍᯄ ᯖᯑᯎᯍᯆ…ᮀᮞ

ᮁ᮲ᯎ ᯘᯎᯔ’ᯑᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯀᯒᯓᯀᯑᯃ ᯖᯇᯎ ᯌᯄᯒᯒᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯌᯘ ᯁᯄᯒᯓᯈᯄᮋ ᯇᯔᯇᮞᮁ

᮶ᯇᯈᯋᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯂᯀᯕᯀᯋᯑᯘ ᯓᯑᯀᯌᯏᯋᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯀᯑᯂᯇᯄᯑᯒ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯃᯑᯘ ᯓᯖᯈᯆᯒᮋ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯃᯈᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯉᯎᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯅᯑᯀᯘᮍ ᮨᯍᯒᯓᯄᯀᯃᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯍᯈᯌᯁᯋᯘ ᯋᯄᯀᯏᯄᯃ ᯎᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯑᯎᯎᯅ ᯎᯅ ᯀ ᯌᯄᯑᯂᯇᯀᯍᯓ ᯖᯀᯆᯎᯍᮍ

ᮧᯄᯑ ᯆᯋᯄᯀᯌᯈᯍᯆ ᯆᯎᯋᯃᯄᯍ ᯑᯀᯏᯈᯄᯑ ᯏᯎᯈᯍᯓᯄᯃ ᯒᯓᯑᯀᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯀᯒᯊᯄᯃ ᯌᯀᯍᮍ

ᮁ᮶ᯇᯎ ᯒᯄᯍᯓ ᯘᯎᯔᮞ ᮲ᯏᯈᯓ ᯈᯓ ᯎᯔᯓᮀᮁ

ᮁ᮳ᯂᯇᮀ ᮫ᯈᯊᯄ ᮨ’ᯃ ᯓᯄᯋᯋ ᯘᯎᯔᮀ ᮣᯎᯍ’ᯓ ᯓᯇᯈᯍᯊ ᮨ’ᯌ ᯒᯎᯌᯄ ᯏᯔᯒᯇᯎᯕᯄᯑᮀᮁ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯌᯀᯒᯊᯄᯃ ᯌᯀᯍ ᯒᯔᯃᯃᯄᯍᯋᯘ ᯃᯑᯄᯖ ᯀ ᯏᯀᯈᯑ ᯎᯅ ᯑᯀᯙᯎᯑᮌᯒᯇᯀᯑᯏ ᯃᯀᯆᯆᯄᯑᯒ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯖᯀᯈᯒᯓᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯁᯋᯀᯃᯄᯒ ᯆᯋᯈᯍᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯂᯎᯋᯃᯋᯘ ᯔᯍᯃᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯎᯎᯍᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᮍ

ᮁ᮳ᯇᯄᯒᯄ ᯁᯋᯀᯃᯄᯒ ᯀᯑᯄ ᯂᯎᯀᯓᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯃᯄᯀᯃᯋᯘ ᯏᯎᯈᯒᯎᯍᮀᮁ

ᮁ᮲ᯈᯒᯈᮋ ᯁᯄ ᯂᯀᯑᯄᯅᯔᯋᯝᮞᮁ

ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ’ᯒ ᯆᯀᯙᯄ ᯋᯎᯂᯊᯄᯃ ᯎᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯋᯎᯍᯃᯄ’ᯒ ᯀᯌᯏᯋᯄ ᯀᯒᯒᯄᯓᯒ ᯀᯒ ᯈᯅ ᯎᯍ ᯀᯔᯓᯎᯓᯑᯀᯂᯊᮍ ᮣᯄᯒᯏᯈᯓᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯇᯀᯎᯒ ᯎᯅ ᯁᯀᯓᯓᯋᯄᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯏᯈᯍᯊ ᯄᯘᯄᯒᮋ ᯁᯑᯈᯌᯌᯈᯍᯆ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯏᯎᯒᯒᯄᯒᯒᯈᯕᯄᯍᯄᯒᯒᮋ ᯍᯄᯕᯄᯑ ᯒᯓᯑᯀᯘᯄᯃᮍ

᮵ᯈᯍᯄᯒ ᯂᯑᯄᯏᯓ ᯔᯏ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯀᯆᯎᯍ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯀᯋᯋ ᯒᯈᯃᯄᯒᮋ ᯏᯎᯈᯒᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯓᯑᯈᯊᯄ ᯀᯓ ᯀᯍᯘ ᯌᯎᯌᯄᯍᯓᮍ

᮸ᯄᯓ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯌᯀᯃᯄ ᯍᯎ ᯅᯔᯑᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯌᯎᯕᯄᮋ ᯌᯄᯑᯄᯋᯘ ᯑᯄᯒᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯂᯇᯈᯍ ᯎᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯇᯀᯍᯃᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯎᯖᯍ ᯄᯐᯔᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯈᯌᯏᯑᯄᯒᯒᯈᯕᯄ ᯃéᯂᯎᯋᯋᯄᯓᯀᯆᯄ ᯏᯑᯄᯒᯒᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯎᯆᯄᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯄᯍᯓᯈᯂᯈᯍᯆᯋᯘ ᯀᯒ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯖᯀᯓᯂᯇᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯋᯎᯍᯃᯄ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯀ ᯒᯖᯄᯄᯓᮋ ᯈᯍᯃᯔᯋᯆᯄᯍᯓ ᯒᯌᯈᯋᯄᮍ

ᮧᯄᯑ ᯄᯗᯏᯑᯄᯒᯒᯈᯎᯍ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯎᯅ ᯀ ᯂᯀᯓ ᯎᯖᯍᯄᯑ ᯖᯀᯓᯂᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯏᯄᯓ ᯓᯔᯒᯒᯋᯄ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯀᯍᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑᮍ

ᮁᮮᯅ ᯂᯎᯔᯑᯒᯄᮀᮁ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯒᯖᯔᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯑᯀᯏᯈᯄᯑ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯅᯈᯄᯑᯂᯄ ᯌᯎᯌᯄᯍᯓᯔᯌᮋ ᯂᯎᯌᯏᯋᯄᯓᯄᯋᯘ ᯔᯍᯀᯖᯀᯑᯄ ᯒᯇᯄ’ᯃ ᯁᯄᯂᯎᯌᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯀᯑ ᯎᯅ ᯀ ᯂᯎᯂᯊᯅᯈᯆᯇᯓᮍ ᮁᮩᯔᯒᯓ ᯀ ᯒᯌᯀᯋᯋ ᯅᯑᯘᮀ ᮳ᯇᯈᯒ ᯋᯀᯃᯘ ᯃᯎᯄᯒᯍ’ᯓ ᯋᯎᯒᯄ ᯓᯎ ᯀᯍᯘᯎᯍᯄᮀᮁ

᮶ᯈᯓᯇ ᯓᯇᯀᯓᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯒᯈᯃᯄᯒᯓᯄᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯀ ᯅᯋᯀᯒᯇᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯑᯀᯏᯈᯄᯑ ᯒᯓᯑᯈᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯑᯀᯈᯍ ᯔᯏᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯀᯒᯊᯄᯃ ᯌᯀᯍᮍ

ᮬᯄᯀᯍᯖᯇᯈᯋᯄᮋ ᯅᯑᯄᯄᯃ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯇᯑᯄᯀᯓ ᯎᯅ ᯀᯑᯂᯇᯄᯑᯒᮋ ᮨᯋᯄᯈᯀ ᯀᯍᯃ ᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯈᯀ ᯂᯇᯀᯑᯆᯄᯃ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯁᯎᯓᯇ ᯅᯋᯀᯍᯊᯒᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯒᯈᯋᯕᯄᯑᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯁᯄᯀᯔᯓᯘ’ᯒ ᯒᯖᯎᯑᯃ ᯓᯑᯀᯂᯄᯃ ᯀ ᯖᯀᯋᯓᯙ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯀᯈᯑᮋ ᯈᯂᯄ ᯒᯇᯀᯑᯃᯒ ᯁᯋᯎᯎᯌᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯓ ᯈᯓᯒ ᯓᯈᯏ ᯀᯒ ᯈᯓ ᯒᯏᯋᯈᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯎᯎᯍᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᮍ

ᮧᯄᯑ ᯒᯈᯋᯕᯄᯑ ᯇᯀᯈᯑ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯁᯋᯀᯃᯄ ᯖᯎᯕᯄ ᯀ ᯅᯋᯎᯖᯈᯍᯆ ᯆᯀᯋᯀᯗᯘᮋ ᯄᯕᯄᯑᯘ ᯏᯈᯕᯎᯓ ᯓᯈᯌᯄᯃ ᯏᯄᯑᯅᯄᯂᯓᯋᯘ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯀᯏᯒ ᯈᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯄᯍᯄᯌᯈᯄᯒ’ ᯁᯑᯄᯀᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆᮍ

ᮡᯘ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯈᯌᯄ ᯀ ᯒᯎᯋᯃᯈᯄᯑ ᯂᯋᯔᯓᯂᯇᯄᯃ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯀᯓ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯅᯄᯋᯋᮋ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯁᯋᯎᯎᯃ ᯒᯓᯈᯋᯋ ᯒᯔᯒᯏᯄᯍᯃᯄᯃ ᯌᯈᯃᯀᯈᯑᮋ ᮨᯋᯄᯈᯀ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯀᯋᯑᯄᯀᯃᯘ ᯒᯖᯔᯍᯆ ᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯍᯄᯗᯓᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯋᯎᯋᯈᮋ ᯌᯄᯀᯍᯖᯇᯈᯋᯄᮋ ᯑᯄᯓᯑᯈᯄᯕᯄᯃ ᯃᯀᯆᯆᯄᯑᯒ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯓᯎᯑᯀᯆᯄ ᯑᯈᯍᯆᮋ ᯑᯈᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯓᯎᯏ ᯀ ᯃᯄᯌᯎᯍ ᯖᯎᯋᯅ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯇᯔᯑᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄᯌ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯖᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯓᯀᯑᯒᮍ

ᮁ᮶ᯀᯓᯂᯇ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯁᯀᯂᯊᮀᮁ

ᮡᯋᯔᯄ ᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯅᯋᯈᯂᯊᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯀᯒ ᯅᯎᯔᯑ ᯂᯔᯑᯕᯄᯃ ᯁᯋᯀᯃᯄᯒ ᯒᯏᯈᯑᯀᯋᯄᯃ ᯎᯔᯓᮋ ᯏᯀᯈᯍᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯀᯈᯑ ᯂᯑᯈᯌᯒᯎᯍᮍ

ᮁᮨ ᯋᯄᯀᯕᯄ ᯈᯓ ᯓᯎ ᯘᯎᯔᮍᮁ

ᮨᯋᯄᯈᯀ ᯀᯃᯕᯀᯍᯂᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇᯎᯔᯓ ᯋᯎᯎᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯁᯀᯂᯊᮋ ᯅᯎᯑᯂᯈᯍᯆ ᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯈᯀ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯇᯑᯔᯆ ᯇᯄᯋᯏᯋᯄᯒᯒᯋᯘ ᯁᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄ ᯅᯋᯀᯒᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯀ ᯂᯎᯍᯅᯈᯃᯄᯍᯓ ᯒᯌᯈᯑᯊᮍ

ᮁᮮᯁᯕᯈᯎᯔᯒᯋᯘᮀ ᮳ᯇᯈᯒ ᯋᯎᯑᯃ ᯈᯒ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯑᯈᯍᯆᮌᯓᯎᯒᯒ ᯂᯇᯀᯌᯏᯈᯎᯍ—ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯈᯒ ᯂᯇᯈᯋᯃ’ᯒ ᯏᯋᯀᯘᮀᮁ

ᮨᯅ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯖᯎᯑᯑᯈᯄᯃ ᯓᯎᯎ ᯌᯔᯂᯇ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓ ᯅᯑᯈᯄᯍᯃᯋᯘ ᯅᯈᯑᯄᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ’ᯃ ᯇᯄᯒᯈᯓᯀᯓᯄᮍ ᮡᯔᯓ ᯈᯅ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯓᯑᯄᯀᯓᯄᯃ ᯈᯓ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯀ ᯂᯀᯑᯍᯈᯕᯀᯋ ᯆᯀᯌᯄ…

᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯈᯀ’ᯒ ᯖᯇᯎᯋᯄ ᯓᯈᯍᯘ ᯅᯑᯀᯌᯄ ᯁᯔᯙᯙᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯄᯗᯂᯈᯓᯄᯌᯄᯍᯓᮍ

ᮁ᮸ᯄᯄᯓᮋ ᯘᯄᯄᯓᮋ ᯘᯄᯄᯓᮋ ᯘᯄᯄᯓᮋ ᮸ᮤᮤ᮳ᮀᮁ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯃᯄᯌᯎᯍ ᯖᯎᯋᯅ’ᯒ ᯒᯔᯏᯏᯋᯘ ᯎᯅ ᯃᯀᯆᯆᯄᯑᯒ ᯖᯀᯒᯍ’ᯓ ᯈᯍᯅᯈᯍᯈᯓᯄᮋ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯈᯓ ᯃᯔᯓᯈᯅᯔᯋᯋᯘ ᯂᯀᯑᯑᯈᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯓᯎ ᯄᯀᯂᯇ ᮁᯏᯑᯈᯙᯄᮁ ᯒᯇᯄ’ᯃ ᮁᯑᯈᯍᯆᯄᯃᮋᮁ ᯋᯄᯓᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯏᯋᯔᯂᯊ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯖᯄᯀᯏᯎᯍᯒ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯅᯀᯋᯋᯄᯍ ᯓᯎ ᯑᯄᯔᯒᯄᮍ

ᮨᯍ ᯀᯍ ᯈᯍᯒᯓᯀᯍᯓᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᮑᮏᮌᮗᮏ ᯃᯈᯒᯀᯃᯕᯀᯍᯓᯀᯆᯄ ᯅᯋᯈᯏᯏᯄᯃᮍ

ᮁ᮱ᯔᯍ… ᮱᮴ᮭᮀᮁ

ᮠᯒ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯔᯑᯕᯈᯕᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯎᯋᯃᯈᯄᯑᯒ ᯒᯓᯔᯌᯁᯋᯄᯃ ᯓᯎᯖᯀᯑᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯎᯎᯃᯒᮋ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ’ᯒ ᯑᯀᯏᯈᯄᯑ ᯓᯈᯏ ᯏᯑᯄᯒᯒᯄᯃ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᯒᯓ ᯎᯍᯄ’ᯒ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯀᯓᮍ

ᮁ᮲ᯏᯈᯋᯋ ᯈᯓᮋ ᯁᯀᯒᯓᯀᯑᯃᮀ ᮶ᯇᯎ ᯏᯔᯓ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯔᯏ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯈᯒᮀᮞᮁ

᮲ᯇᯄ ᯊᯈᯂᯊᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯀᯍ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯑᯎᯔᯍᯃᮋ ᯂᯑᯎᯒᯒᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯀᯑᯌᯒ ᯈᯍᯃᯈᯆᯍᯀᯍᯓᯋᯘᮍ ᮁᮦᯎᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯔᯓᯒ ᯓᯎ ᯀᯂᯓ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯍᯎᯓ ᯓᯎ ᯎᯖᯍ ᯔᯏᮞ ᮸ᯎᯔᯑ ᯁᯎᯒᯒ ᯈᯒ ᯃᯄᯀᯃᮍ ᮳ᯀᯋᯊ ᯈᯅ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯖᯀᯍᯍᯀ ᯋᯈᯕᯄᮍᮁ

ᮁᮨ—ᮨ ᯃᯎᯍ’ᯓ ᯊᯍᯎᯖ ᯀᯍᯘᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆᮀᮁ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯌᯀᯍ ᯒᯓᯄᯄᯋᯄᯃ ᯇᯈᯌᯒᯄᯋᯅᮋ ᯋᯔᯍᯆᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯎᯖᯀᯑᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯋᯀᯃᯄ—ᯎᯍᯋᯘ ᯅᯎᯑ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯓᯎ ᯊᯈᯂᯊ ᯇᯈᯌ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᮍ ᮁ᮲ᯂᯑᯄᯖ ᯘᯎᯔᮀ ᮥᯈᯍᯄᮋ ᯊᯄᯄᯏ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯌᯎᯔᯓᯇ ᯒᯇᯔᯓᮍ ᮤᯍᯉᯎᯘ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯈᯂᯊᮀᮁ

᮳ᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯎᯍᯂᯄᮌᯁᯎᯎᯒᯓᯄᯃ ᯌᯎᯑᯀᯋᯄ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯂᯑᯔᯌᯁᯋᯄᯃᮍ ᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯈᯀ ᯓᯑᯎᯓᯓᯄᯃ ᯎᯕᯄᯑᮋ ᯒᯓᯀᯑᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯒᯇᯈᯌᯌᯄᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯂᯑᯈᯌᯒᯎᯍ ᯄᯘᯄᯒᮍ

ᮁᮢᯀᯍ’ᯓ ᯁᯄᯋᯈᯄᯕᯄ ᯈᯓᮋ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄᮀ ᮨ ᯓᯇᯎᯔᯆᯇᯓ ᯘᯎᯔ’ᯃ ᯓᯀᯊᯄ ᯀᯆᯄᯒ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯇᯎᯖ ᯔᯏᮀᮁ

ᮁᮧᯌᯏᯇᯝ ᮠ ᯂᯇᯀᯍᯂᯄ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯇᯈᯍᯄᮞ ᮨ’ᯃ ᯍᯄᯕᯄᯑ ᯌᯈᯒᯒ ᯈᯓᮀ ᮲ᯎᮞ ᮠᯌ ᮨ ᯀᯖᯄᯒᯎᯌᯄ ᯎᯑ ᯖᯇᯀᯓᮞ ᮥᯈᯑᯒᯓ ᯁᯋᯎᯎᯃᮀᮁ

ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯉᯀᯁᯁᯄᯃ ᯀ ᯓᯇᯔᯌᯁ ᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯀᯒᯊᯄᯃ ᯌᯀᯍᮋ ᯍᯎᯖ ᯁᯎᯔᯍᯃ ᯁᯘ ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ’ᯒ ᯕᯈᯍᯄᯒᮍ ᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯈᯀ ᯂᯇᯔᯂᯊᯋᯄᯃ ᯃᯑᯘᯋᯘᮍ ᮁ᮸ᯄᯀᯇᮋ ᯘᯄᯀᯇᮋ ᯒᯔᯑᯄᮍ ᮡᯔᯓ ᮨ ᯓᯎᯎᯊ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯑᯄᯄ ᯀᯓ ᯎᯍᯂᯄ—ᯒᯓᯈᯋᯋ ᯎᯔᯓᯂᯋᯀᯒᯒᯄᯃ ᯘᯎᯔᮀᮁ

ᮁᮯᯅᯅᯓᮀ ᮸ᯎᯔ ᯅᯎᯔᯆᯇᯓ ᯓᯑᯀᯒᯇ ᯌᯎᯁᯒᮀ ᮣᯎᯄᯒᯍ’ᯓ ᯂᯎᯔᯍᯓᮀ ᮨ’ᯌ ᯓᯇᯄ ᮬᮀ ᮵ᮀ ᮯᯝ ᮸ᯎᯔ’ᯑᯄ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯂᯀᯑᯑᯈᯄᯃᮀᮁ

ᮁᮬᯘ ᮪ᮍᮣ’ᯒ ᯇᯈᯆᯇᯄᯑᮋ ᯃᯔᯌᯁᯀᯒᯒᮀᮁ

ᮡᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯊᯍᯄᯖ ᯈᯓᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ’ᯃ ᯒᯋᯈᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯔᯒᯔᯀᯋ ᯁᯈᯂᯊᯄᯑᯈᯍᯆᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯓᯄᯍᯒᯈᯎᯍ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯀᯈᯑ ᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᯄᯍᯄᯃ ᯒᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᯋᯘᮍ

ᮨᯓ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯎᯕᯄᯑ…

᮲ᯍᯀᯏᯏᯈᯍᯆ ᯁᯀᯂᯊ ᯓᯎ ᯑᯄᯀᯋᯈᯓᯘᮋ ᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯈᯀ ᯓᯎᯎᯊ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯂᯄᯍᯄ—ᮨᯋᯄᯈᯀ ᯒᯓᯀᯍᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯂᯎᯌᯏᯎᯒᯄᯃᮋ ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ ᯒᯌᯈᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯖᯄᯄᯓᯋᯘᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯒᯐᯔᯀᯁᯁᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯇᯄᯑᮍ

ᮧᯄᯑ ᯅᯀᯂᯄ ᯂᯑᯔᯌᯏᯋᯄᯃᮍ ᮲ᯇᯄ ᯖᯈᯏᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯄᯘᯄᯒᮋ ᯒᯍᯈᯅᯅᯋᯄᯃᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯍ ᯀᯁᯑᯔᯏᯓᯋᯘ ᯋᯈᯅᯓᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯂᯇᯈᯍᮍ

ᮬᯎᯎᯍᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯁᯀᯓᯇᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯅᯀᯂᯄ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯈᯍᯒᯓᯀᯍᯓ—

ᮧᯄᯑ ᯋᯈᯏᯒ ᯂᯔᯑᯋᯄᯃ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯀ ᯒᯌᯈᯋᯄᮋ ᯘᯄᯓ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯁᯑᯈᯌᯌᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯆᯋᯈᯒᯓᯄᯍᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯄᯀᯑᯒᮋ ᯒᯏᯀᯑᯊᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯔᯍᯃᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯍᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯒᯊᯘᮍ

ᮨᯓ ᯖᯀᯒᯍ’ᯓ ᯅᯎᯑᯂᯄᯃ ᯁᯑᯀᯕᯄᯑᯘ ᯎᯑ ᯀ ᯇᯎᯋᯋᯎᯖ ᯆᯑᯈᯍᮋ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯒᯎᯌᯄᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯂᯇᯈᯍᯆᯋᯘ ᯏᯔᯑᯄ—ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯀ ᯅᯈᯑᯄᯅᯋᯘ ᯒᯓᯔᯁᯁᯎᯑᯍᯋᯘ ᯆᯋᯎᯖᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯀᯑᯊᮍ

ᮁ᮳ᯇᯀᯍᯊ ᯘᯎᯔᮍᮁ

᮳ᯇᯀᯓ ᯒᯌᯈᯋᯄᮋ ᯅᯑᯀᯆᯈᯋᯄ ᯀᯒ ᯀ ᯑᯀᯈᯍᮌᯃᯑᯄᯍᯂᯇᯄᯃ ᯑᯎᯒᯄᮋ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯇᯄᯀᯑᯓᯁᯑᯄᯀᯊᯈᯍᯆᯋᯘ ᯁᯄᯀᯔᯓᯈᯅᯔᯋᮍ

ᮤᯕᯄᯍ ᯈᯍ ᯃᯄᯒᯏᯀᯈᯑᮋ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯀᯍ ᯔᯍᯂᯄᯑᯓᯀᯈᯍ ᯅᯔᯓᯔᯑᯄᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯒᯓᯈᯋᯋ ᯒᯌᯈᯋᯄ—ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯒᯓᯀᯑᯒ ᯃᯄᯅᯈᯀᯍᯓᯋᯘ ᯒᯇᯈᯍᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯋᯀᯂᯊᯄᯒᯓ ᯇᯎᯔᯑ ᯁᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄ ᯃᯀᯖᯍᮍ

ᮁ᮸ᯎᯔ ᯑᯄᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ… ᯂᯀᯌᯄᮞ ᮶ᯄᯑᯄᯍ’ᯓ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯖᯎᯑᯑᯈᯄᯃ ᮨ ᯌᯈᯆᯇᯓ’ᯕᯄ ᯁᯄᯄᯍ ᯌᯄᯒᯒᯈᯍᯆ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯘᯎᯔᮞᮁ

ᮁᮧᯀᯇᮀ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯓᯑᯔᯒᯓᯒ ᯅᯄᯖᮋ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯍᯄᯕᯄᯑ ᯃᯎᯔᯁᯓᯒ ᯇᯄᯑ ᮫ᯈᯕᯘᮀᮁ

ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯒᯓᯑᯎᯃᯄ ᯅᯎᯑᯖᯀᯑᯃᮋ ᯏᯀᯓᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯈᯀ’ᯒ ᯒᯌᯀᯋᯋ ᯒᯇᯎᯔᯋᯃᯄᯑᮍ

ᮁ᮳ᯇᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯖᯄ ᯒᯇᯀᯑᯄ ᯍᯄᯈᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯅᯀᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯍᯎᯑ ᯌᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑᮋ ᯖᯄ ᯂᯀᯍ ᯒᯓᯈᯋᯋ ᯁᯄᯂᯎᯌᯄ ᯒᯈᯒᯓᯄᯑᯒᮀᮁ

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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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