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

Chapter 45

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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᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯅᯄᯋᯓ ᯓᯇᯀᯓᮋ ᯀᯒ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯄᯒᯓ ᯅᯑᯈᯄᯍᯃ ᯖᯇᯎ ᯔᯍᯃᯄᯑᯒᯓᯎᯎᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯌᯎᯒᯓᮋ ᯈᯓ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯃᯔᯓᯘ ᯓᯎ ᯎᯅᯅᯄᯑ ᯒᯔᯏᯏᯎᯑᯓ ᯖᯇᯄᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯋᯎᯒᯓ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯏᯔᯋᯋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯁᯀᯂᯊ ᯖᯇᯄᯍ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯑᯀᯘᯄᯃ ᯃᯎᯖᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯑᯎᯍᯆ ᯏᯀᯓᯇᮍ

ᮁ᮲ᯄᯄᮋ ᮨᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀ ᯖᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯍᯄᯕᯄᯑ—ᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ’ᯒ ᯖᯎᯑᯃᯒ ᯒᯔᯃᯃᯄᯍᯋᯘ ᯂᯀᯔᯆᯇᯓ ᯈᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯀᯓ ᯀᯒ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯑᯄᯂᯀᯋᯋᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯌᯎᯑᯍᯈᯍᯆ—ᯁᯄᯈᯍᯆ ᯏᯈᯍᯍᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯄᯃᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯑᯎᯏᯄ ᯒᯇᯄ’ᯃ ᯏᯑᯄᯏᯀᯑᯄᯃ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯄᯒᯂᯀᯏᯄ ᯂᯎᯍᯅᯈᯒᯂᯀᯓᯄᯃᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯄᯍᯒᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯎᯅ ᯅᯈᯍᯆᯄᯑᯓᯈᯏᯒ ᯁᯑᯔᯒᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯎᯕᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯈᯏ ᯎᯅ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯖᯀᯈᯒᯓᮍ

᮲ᯇᯄ ᯒᯇᯎᯎᯊ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯇᯄᯀᯃ ᯕᯈᯎᯋᯄᯍᯓᯋᯘᮋ ᯃᯈᯒᯏᯄᯋᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯄᯌᯎᯑᯘᮍ

ᮁᮠᯍᯘᯖᯀᯘᮋ ᯀᯍᯘᯖᯀᯘᮀ ᮱ᯄᯀᯋ ᯋᯎᯕᯄ ᯒᯇᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯁᯄ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ… ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯒᯖᯄᯄᯓᮋ ᯅᯑᯀᯆᯑᯀᯍᯓ ᯖᯈᯍᯄᮋ ᯍᯎᯓ ᯀᯍ ᯎᯕᯄᯑᯑᯈᯏᯄᮋ ᯑᯎᯓᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯏᯄᯀᯂᯇᮀᮁ

ᮁᮧᯀᯇᮍᮁ

ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯒᯔᯃᯃᯄᯍᯋᯘ ᯋᯄᯓ ᯎᯔᯓ ᯀ ᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯋᯀᯔᯆᯇᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯅᯈᯍᯆᯄᯑᯒ ᯒᯊᯈᯌᯌᯈᯍᯆ ᯎᯕᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯎᯍ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ’ᯒ ᯌᯈᯃᯃᯋᯄ ᯅᯈᯍᯆᯄᯑᮍ ᮁᮠᯑᯄ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯒᯔᯑᯄ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯒᯇᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯁᯄ ᯓᯀᯋᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓ ‘ᯓᯑᯔᯄ ᯋᯎᯕᯄ’ ᯖᯇᯈᯋᯄ ᯖᯄᯀᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯎᯊᯄᯍ ᮨᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀ ᯆᯀᯕᯄ ᯘᯎᯔᮞᮁ

ᮠᯍ ᯄᯄᯑᯈᯄ ᯒᯈᯋᯄᯍᯂᯄ ᯅᯄᯋᯋ ᯁᯄᯓᯖᯄᯄᯍ ᯓᯇᯄᯌᮍ

᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ’ᯒ ᯅᯀᯂᯄ ᯈᯍᯒᯓᯀᯍᯓᯋᯘ ᯅᯋᯔᯒᯇᯄᯃ ᯑᯄᯃᮍ

ᮁ᮶ᮌᯖᯇᯀᯓ ᯓᯎᯊᯄᯍᮞᮀ ᮳ᯇᯈᯒ ᯈᯒ ᯀ ᯒᯓᯎᯑᯀᯆᯄ ᯑᯈᯍᯆᮋ ᯀ ᯒᯓᯎᯑᯀᯆᯄ ᯑᯈᯍᯆᮀ ᮸ᯎᯔ ᯔᯍᯂᯔᯋᯓᯔᯑᯄᯃ ᯒᯖᯈᯍᯄ—ᯃᯈᯃ ᯀᯋᯋ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯁᯑᯀᯈᯍ ᯂᯄᯋᯋᯒ ᯌᯈᯆᯑᯀᯓᯄ ᯓᯎ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯁᯔᯓᯓ ᯎᯑ ᯒᯎᯌᯄᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆᮞᮀᮁ

ᮁ᮳ᯂᯇᮋ ᯖᯇᯀᯓᯄᯕᯄᯑᮍ ᮡᯔᯓ… ᮨ ᯆᯔᯄᯒᯒ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯀ ᯏᯎᯈᯍᯓᮍ ᮨ ᯌᯔᯒᯓ’ᯕᯄ ᯁᯄᯄᯍ ᯁᯋᯈᯍᯃᯄᯃ ᯁᯘ ᯓᯇᯎᯒᯄ ᯌᯀᯒᯒᯈᯕᯄ ᯌᯄᯋᯎᯍᯒᮍ ᮭᯎᯖ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᮨ ᯓᯇᯈᯍᯊ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓ ᯈᯓᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ’ᯒ ᯏᯑᯎᯁᯀᯁᯋᯘ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯀᯅᯓᯄᯑ ᯌᯘ ᯁᯄᯀᯔᯓᯘᮍ ᮧᯌᯏᯇᮋ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ’ᯒ ᯖᯇᯘ ᯒᯇᯄ’ᯒ ᯁᯄᯄᯍ ᯁᯎᯌᯁᯀᯑᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯌᯄ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯒᯖᯄᯄᯓ ᯓᯄᯌᯏᯓᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍᯒᮍᮁ

ᮁ᮸ᯄᯒᮋ ᯘᯄᯒᮀ ᮨᯓ’ᯒ ᯆᯎᯎᯃ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯅᯈᯍᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯆᯄᯓ ᯈᯓᮀᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯍᯎᯃᯃᯄᯃ ᯕᯈᯆᯎᯑᯎᯔᯒᯋᯘᮍ ᮁ᮶ᯈᯓᯇ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯑᯄᯂᯄᯍᯓ ᯀᯓᯓᯀᯂᯊ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯄᯑᯂᯇᯀᯍᯓ ᯂᯀᯑᯀᯕᯀᯍᮋ ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ ᯋᯈᯊᯄᯋᯘ ᯖᯎᯍ’ᯓ ᯑᯄᯓᯔᯑᯍ ᯓᯎ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯓᯄᯑᯑᯈᯓᯎᯑᯘ’ᯒ ᯂᯀᯏᯈᯓᯀᯋ ᯀᯍᯘᯓᯈᯌᯄ ᯒᯎᯎᯍᮍ ᮲ᯇᯄ’ᯋᯋ ᯏᯑᯎᯁᯀᯁᯋᯘ ᯒᯓᯀᯘ ᯓᯎ ᯈᯍᯕᯄᯒᯓᯈᯆᯀᯓᯄ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᮨᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀ—ᯖᯇᯈᯂᯇ ᯌᯄᯀᯍᯒ ᯖᯄ’ᯕᯄ ᯆᯎᯓ ᯀᯍ ᯎᯏᯄᯍᯈᯍᯆᮍᮁ

ᮁ᮸ᯎᯔ ᯌᯄᯀᯍ… ᯖᯄ ᯂᯀᯍ ᯑᯔᯍ ᯀᯖᯀᯘ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᮞᮀᮁ

ᮁ᮱ᯔᯍ ᯀᯖᯀᯘ… ᮶ᯄᯋᯋ…ᮁ

ᮥᯎᯑ ᯎᯍᯂᯄᮋ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯇᯄᯒᯈᯓᯀᯓᯄᯃᮍ ᮨᯌᯀᯆᯄᯒ ᯅᯋᯀᯒᯇᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯌᯈᯍᯃ—ᮨᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀ ᯒᯇᯈᯄᯋᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯃᯀᯍᯆᯄᯑᮋ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯀᯋᯒᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯄᯑᯂᯈᯋᯄᯒᯒ ᯏᯔᯍᯈᯒᯇᯌᯄᯍᯓᯒ ᯒᯇᯄ’ᯃ ᯄᯍᯃᯔᯑᯄᯃᮍ

ᮮᯍᯄ ᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯂᯄᯑᯓᯀᯈᯍᮋ ᯓᯇᯎᯔᯆᯇᮙ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯖᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯍᯄᯕᯄᯑ ᯋᯄᯓ ᯇᯄᯑᯒᯄᯋᯅ ᯁᯄ ᯁᯎᯔᯍᯃ ᯁᯘ ᯀ ᯂᯎᯍᯓᯑᯀᯂᯓᮋ ᯑᯄᯃᯔᯂᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯍᯎᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯌᯎᯑᯄ ᯓᯇᯀᯍ ᯀ ᯃᯄᯂᯎᯑᯀᯓᯈᯕᯄ ᯏᯄᯓᮍ

ᮁ᮶ᯀᯈᯓᮋ ᯘᯎᯔ’ᯕᯄ ᯁᯄᯄᯍ ᯆᯑᯈᯋᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯌᯄ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯖᯇᯎᯋᯄ ᯓᯈᯌᯄ—ᯖᯇᯀᯓ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓ ᯘᯎᯔᮞᮀᮁ

ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ’ᯒ ᯂᯑᯈᯒᯏ ᯕᯎᯈᯂᯄ ᯂᯔᯓ ᯈᯍᮍ ᮁ᮶ᯇᯀᯓ ᯃᯎ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯓᯇᯈᯍᯊ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯒᯈᯋᯕᯄᯑᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯈᯂᯄ ᯐᯔᯄᯄᯍᮞ ᮲ᯇᯄ ᯍᯄᯕᯄᯑ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯆᯈᯕᯄᯒ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯀ ᯍᯈᯂᯄ ᯋᯎᯎᯊ—ᯘᯎᯔ ᯌᯔᯒᯓ ᯇᯀᯓᯄ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯆᯔᯓᯒᮋ ᯑᯈᯆᯇᯓᮞᮁ

ᮁᮨᮌᯈᯓ’ᯒ ᯍᯎᯓ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯓᯇᯀᯓᮀᮁ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯒᯔᯃᯃᯄᯍᯋᯘ ᯒᯏᯔᯍ ᯀᯑᯎᯔᯍᯃᮋ ᯀ ᯅᯄᯖ ᯒᯓᯑᯀᯍᯃᯒ ᯎᯅ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄ ᯇᯀᯈᯑ ᯒᯓᯈᯂᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯔᯏ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯑᯔᯅᯅᯋᯄᯃ ᯅᯄᯀᯓᯇᯄᯑᯒ ᯀᯒ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯉᯀᯁᯁᯄᯃ ᯀ ᯅᯈᯍᯆᯄᯑ ᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯑᯎᯔᯍᯃᮍ ᮁ᮲ᯇᯄ’ᯒ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯁᯘ ᯍᯀᯓᯔᯑᯄᮀ ᮲ᯇᯄ’ᯒ ᯀᯂᯓᯔᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯁᯄᯄᯍ ᯏᯑᯄᯓᯓᯘ ᯋᯄᯍᯈᯄᯍᯓ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯌᯄ—ᯘᯎᯔ ᯒᯇᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯒᯄᯄ ᯇᯎᯖ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯓᯑᯄᯀᯓᯒ ᯓᯇᯎᯒᯄ ᯎᯋᯃ ᯆᯄᯄᯙᯄᯑᯒ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯔᯍᯂᯈᯋᮀᮁ

ᮁᮧᯀᯇᮞᮀ ᮧᯀᯕᯄ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯋᯎᯒᯓ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯌᯈᯍᯃ ᯓᯎᯎᮞᮀᮁ

ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯖᯇᯈᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯇᯄᯀᯃ ᯀᯑᯎᯔᯍᯃᮋ ᯁᯋᯔᯄ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯁᯋᯀᯙᯈᯍᯆ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯃᯄᯅᯈᯀᯍᯂᯄᮍ ᮁ᮸ᯎᯔ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯍᯄ ᯖᯇᯎ ᯒᯀᯈᯃ ᮨ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯁᯄᯈᯍᯆ ᯁᯄᯖᯈᯓᯂᯇᯄᯃ ᯁᯘ ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀᮀ ᮡᯔᯓ ᯋᯎᯎᯊ ᯀᯓ ᯘᯎᯔ—ᯘᯎᯔ’ᯑᯄ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯀᯒ ᯁᯀᯃᮀ ᮶ᯇᯀᯓ’ᯒ ᯒᯎ ᯆᯑᯄᯀᯓ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓ ᮨᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀᮋ ᯇᯔᯇᮞ ᮲ᯇᯄ ᯃᯎᯄᯒᯍ’ᯓ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯒᯌᯈᯋᯄᮀ ᮳ᯎᯓᯀᯋᮍ ᮱ᯎᯁᯎᯓᮀᮁ

ᮁ᮲ᮌᯒᯓᯈᯋᯋ ᯁᯄᯓᯓᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯀᯍ ᯘᯎᯔᮀᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ’ᯒ ᯅᯀᯂᯄ ᯁᯔᯑᯍᯄᯃ ᯑᯄᯃ ᯀᯒ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯓᯑᯄᯌᯁᯋᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯑᯀᯆᯄᮋ ᯏᯎᯈᯍᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯍ ᯀᯂᯂᯔᯒᯈᯍᯆ ᯅᯈᯍᯆᯄᯑ ᯀᯓ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄᮍ

ᮁᮠᯓ ᯋᯄᯀᯒᯓ ᮨ ᯃᯈᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯆᯄᯓ ᯋᯔᯑᯄᯃ ᯀᯖᯀᯘ ᯁᯘ ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ’ᯒ ‘ᯁᯀᯂᯊᯅᯋᯈᯏᯏᯈᯍᯆ ᯂᯀᯓ’ ᯒᯂᯀᯌᮀ ‘ᮩᯔᯒᯓ ᯆᯎᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯎ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯑᯎᯎᯌ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯄᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯊᯈᯓᯓᯘᮋ’ ᯌᯘ ᯅᯎᯎᯓᮀ ᮶ᯇᯎ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯍᯄ ᯆᯄᯓᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯏᯄᯓᯓᯄᯃ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯒᯐᯔᯄᯄᯙᯄᯃ ᯀᯋᯋ ᯍᯈᯆᯇᯓᮋ ᯇᯔᯇᮞᮀ ᮨ ᯃᯈᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯒᯄᯄ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯔᯍᯓᯈᯋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯍᯄᯗᯓ ᯀᯅᯓᯄᯑᯍᯎᯎᯍᮀᮁ

ᮁᮤᯄᯊᮋ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯖᯀᯒ—ᮀᮁ

ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯅᯋᯎᯔᯍᯃᯄᯑᯄᯃᮋ ᯅᯋᯀᯈᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯀᯑᯌᯒ ᯈᯍ ᯏᯀᯍᯈᯂᮍ ᮁ᮶ᯄ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯇᯎᯋᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯀ ᯒᯓᯑᯀᯓᯄᯆᯘ ᯌᯄᯄᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯅᯓᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯀᯓᮀ ᮠᯍ ᯀᯋᯋᮌᯍᯈᯆᯇᯓᯄᯑᮀᮁ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯓᯖᯎ ᯋᯈᯓᯓᯋᯄ ᯆᯑᯄᯌᯋᯈᯍᯒ ᯁᯄᯆᯀᯍ ᯒᯐᯔᯀᯁᯁᯋᯈᯍᯆᮋ ᯕᯎᯈᯂᯄᯒ ᯑᯈᯒᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯈᯆᯇᯄᯑ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯇᯈᯆᯇᯄᯑ ᯔᯍᯓᯈᯋ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯏᯑᯀᯂᯓᯈᯂᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯒᯇᯎᯔᯓᯈᯍᯆᮋ ᯄᯀᯂᯇ ᯑᯄᯓᯎᯑᯓ ᯌᯀᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯏᯔᯅᯅ ᯔᯏ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯀᯍ ᯀᯍᯆᯑᯘ ᯆᯎᯎᯒᯄᮍ

ᮺᯈᯌᯆᮜᮓᮔᮓᮋᮓᮓᮗᮼᯇᯓᯓᯏᯒᮙᮎᮎᯑᯒᯒᮍᯒᯅᯀᯂᯆᮍᯂᯎᯌᮎᯖᯄᯁᮎᯍᯎᯕᯄᯋᮎᯈᯌᯀᯆᯄᯒᮎ᮴ᯏᯋᯎᯀᯃᮯᯈᯂᮎᮑᮏᮑᮔᮏᮓᮎᮏᮑᮎᯅᯄᮘᮏᯃᮖᮏᯃᮌᯂᯁᮒᯃᮌᮓᯀᮕᮒᮌᮘᯀᮔᯄᮌᯀᮕᯄᯃᮏᮕᯅᯂᯄᯅᮏᯂᮍᯉᯏᯆᮺᮎᯈᯌᯆᮼ

᮳ᯇᯄᯘ ᯆᯋᯀᯑᯄᯃ ᯀᯓ ᯄᯀᯂᯇ ᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯀᯈᯑ ᯁᯄᯓᯖᯄᯄᯍ ᯓᯇᯄᯌ ᯅᯑᯄᯄᯙᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯎᯋᯈᯃ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯒᯄᯕᯄᯑᯀᯋ ᯒᯄᯂᯎᯍᯃᯒᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄᯍ—

ᮁᮧᯌᯏᯇᮀᮁ

᮳ᯇᯄᯘ ᯓᯔᯑᯍᯄᯃ ᯀᯖᯀᯘ ᯈᯍ ᯏᯄᯑᯅᯄᯂᯓ ᯒᯘᯍᯂᮋ ᯀᯑᯌᯒ ᯂᯑᯎᯒᯒᯄᯃᮋ ᯕᯎᯈᯂᯄᯒ ᯎᯕᯄᯑᯋᯀᯏᯏᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯒ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯒᯏᯀᯓ ᯈᯍ ᯔᯍᯈᯒᯎᯍᮙ

ᮁᮡᯈᯓᯂᯇᮋ ᯖᯄ’ᯑᯄ ᯁᯎᯓᯇ ᯃᯈᯒᯀᯒᯓᯄᯑᯒ—ᯃᯎᯍ’ᯓ ᯀᯂᯓ ᯀᯋᯋ ᯇᯈᯆᯇ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯌᯈᯆᯇᯓᯘᮀᮁ

᮲ᯈᯋᯄᯍᯂᯄᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯍᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯖᯈᯍᯃ ᯇᯎᯖᯋᯄᯃ ᯀᯑᯎᯔᯍᯃ ᯓᯇᯄᯌᮋ ᯃᯈᯒᯓᯀᯍᯓ ᯒᯎᯔᯍᯃᯒ ᯎᯅ ᯆᯔᯀᯑᯃᯒ ᯂᯋᯄᯀᯍᯈᯍᯆ ᯔᯏ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯀᯓᯓᯋᯄᯅᯈᯄᯋᯃ ᯃᯑᯈᯅᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯎᯕᯄᯑᮍ ᮸ᯄᯓ ᯍᯄᯈᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯖᯈᯋᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯎ ᯁᯀᯂᯊ ᯃᯎᯖᯍᮍ

ᮥᯈᯍᯀᯋᯋᯘᮋ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯏᯄᯄᯊᯄᯃ ᯀᯓ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯌᯔᯓᯓᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯔᯍᯃᯄᯑ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯁᯑᯄᯀᯓᯇᮍ

ᮁᮍᮍᮍ᮫ᯀᯎ ᮠᯈᮋ ᯇᯎᯍᯄᯒᯓᯋᯘ… ᯓᯇᯄᯘ’ᯑᯄ ᯊᯈᯍᯃ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯄᯑᯑᯈᯅᯘᯈᯍᯆᮍᮁ

ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ’ᯒ ᯒᯇᯎᯔᯋᯃᯄᯑᯒ ᯒᯋᯔᯌᯏᯄᯃ ᯀᯒ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯎᯋᯄ ᯀ ᯆᯋᯀᯍᯂᯄ ᯁᯀᯂᯊᮍ ᮁ᮸ᯄᯀᯇᮍᮁ

ᮠᯍᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯓᯑᯄᯓᯂᯇ ᯎᯅ ᯐᯔᯈᯄᯓᮍ

ᮁᮍᮍᮍᮧᯄᯘᮍᮁ

ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯋᯎᯖᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯕᯎᯈᯂᯄᮋ ᯋᯄᯀᯍᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯍ ᯒᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᯋᯘᮍ ᮁ᮶ᯇᯀᯓ ᯈᯅ… ᯖᯄ ᯑᯔᯍ ᯀᯖᯀᯘ ᯓᯎᯍᯈᯆᯇᯓᮞᮁ

ᮁ᮱ᯔᯍᮞᮁ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ’ᯒ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯖᯈᯃᯄᯍᯄᯃᮍ ᮁ᮸ᯎᯔ’ᯑᯄ ᯒᯄᯑᯈᯎᯔᯒᮞᮁ

ᮁᮮᯅ ᯂᯎᯔᯑᯒᯄᮀ ᮮᯑ ᯃᯎ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯀᯂᯓᯔᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯖᯀᯍᯓ ᯓᯎ ᯁᯄ ᯀ ᯏᯀᯌᯏᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯏᯄᯓ ᯋᯎᯂᯊᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯀ ᯆᯈᯋᯃᯄᯃ ᯂᯀᯆᯄᮞ ᮧᯌᯏᯇᮋ ᯓᯇᯀᯍᯊᯒ ᯓᯎ ᯘᯎᯔᮋ ᮨ ᯅᯈᯍᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯆᯄᯓ ᯈᯓ—ᮨ ᯑᯄᯅᯔᯒᯄ ᯓᯎ ᯁᯄ ᯀ ᯂᯀᯆᯄᯃ ᯁᯈᯑᯃᮀᮁ

ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯂᯋᯄᯍᯂᯇᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯅᯈᯒᯓᯒᮋ ᯁᯋᯔᯄ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯁᯔᯑᯍᯈᯍᯆ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯑᯄᯒᯎᯋᯕᯄᮍ ᮁᮧᯄᯑᯄ’ᯒ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯋᯀᯍᮙ ᯓᯎᯍᯈᯆᯇᯓᮋ ᯖᯄ’ᯋᯋ ᯓᯀᯊᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯈᯍᯈᯓᯈᯀᯓᯈᯕᯄ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯓᯄᯒᯓ ᯓᯇᯄᯌᮍ ᮶ᯄ’ᯋᯋ ᯒᯄᯄ ᯖᯇᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯑᯄᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯓᯇᯈᯍᯊ ᯎᯅ ᯔᯒᮍ ᮨᯅ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯖᯀᯍᯓ ᯓᯎ ᯊᯄᯄᯏ ᯔᯒ ᯀᯒ ᯏᯄᯓᯒᮋ ᯖᯄ’ᯋᯋ ᯄᯒᯂᯀᯏᯄ ᯁᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯂᯀᯍ ᯂᯇᯀᯈᯍ ᯔᯒ ᯃᯎᯖᯍ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯆᯎᯎᯃᮀᮁ

᮳ᯇᯄᯘ ᯒᯄᯀᯋᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯀᯂᯓ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯀ ᯒᯎᯋᯄᯌᯍ ᯇᯈᯆᯇᮌᯅᯈᯕᯄᮍ

ᮠᯅᯓᯄᯑ ᯒᯄᯓᯓᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯌᯀᯓᯓᯄᯑᯒ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯇᯄᯀᯑᯓ ᮇᯀᯍᯃ ᯅᯔᯓᯔᯑᯄ ᯄᯒᯂᯀᯏᯄ ᯏᯋᯀᯍᯒᮈᮋ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯑᯄᯀᯂᯇᯄᯃ ᯎᯔᯓ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯏᯀᯓᯓᯄᯃ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ’ᯒ ᯓᯇᯈᯆᯇ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯀ ᯌᯈᯒᯂᯇᯈᯄᯕᯎᯔᯒ ᯆᯑᯈᯍᮍ

ᮁ᮸ᯎᯔ ᯁᯄᯓᯓᯄᯑ ᯊᯄᯄᯏ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯌᯄᯃᯈᯂᯈᯍᯄ ᮨ ᯆᯀᯕᯄ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯒᯀᯅᯄᮍ ᮨᯓ’ᯒ ᯂᯑᯀᯙᯘ ᯑᯀᯑᯄ—ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯈᯍᯆᯑᯄᯃᯈᯄᯍᯓᯒ ᯂᯎᯒᯓ ᯎᯕᯄᯑ ᯀ ᯓᯇᯎᯔᯒᯀᯍᯃᮍ ᮨ’ᯋᯋ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯒᯍᯄᯀᯊ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯑᯄᯂᯈᯏᯄᮍ ᮨᯅ ᯘᯎᯔ’ᯑᯄ ᯒᯊᯈᯋᯋᯄᯃ ᯄᯍᯎᯔᯆᯇᮋ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯂᯀᯍ ᯌᯀᯊᯄ ᯈᯓ ᯘᯎᯔᯑᯒᯄᯋᯅ ᯋᯀᯓᯄᯑᮍᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯁᯄᯍᯓ ᯃᯎᯖᯍᮋ ᯖᯇᯈᯒᯏᯄᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯀ ᯑᯀᯏᯈᯃᮌᯅᯈᯑᯄ ᯒᯓᯑᯄᯀᯌ ᯎᯅ ᯈᯍᯒᯓᯑᯔᯂᯓᯈᯎᯍᯒ ᯓᯎ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯁᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯖᯎ ᯃᯄᯕᯎᯋᯕᯄᯃ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯈᯃᯋᯄ ᯂᯇᯀᯓᯓᯄᯑᮋ ᯆᯈᯆᯆᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯆᯎᯒᯒᯈᯏᯈᯍᯆ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯎᯋᯃ ᯅᯑᯈᯄᯍᯃᯒᮍ

᮳ᯇᯀᯓ ᯈᯒᮋ ᯔᯍᯓᯈᯋ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯑᯄᯒᯏᯄᯂᯓᯈᯕᯄ ᮁᯇᯀᯍᯃᯋᯄᯑᯒᮁ ᯑᯄᯓᯔᯑᯍᯄᯃᮋ ᯆᯑᯀᯁᯁᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄᯌ ᯁᯘ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯂᯑᯔᯅᯅᯒ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯂᯎᯋᯋᯀᯑᯒ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯇᯀᯔᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄᯌ ᯔᯏᮍ

ᮁ᮳ᯈᯌᯄ ᯓᯎ ᯆᯎ ᯇᯎᯌᯄᮋ ᮲ᯈᯒᯈᯝᮁ

ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ ᯂᯑᯀᯃᯋᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯄᯐᯔᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯕᯎᯋᯔᯏᯓᯔᯎᯔᯒ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯈᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯀᯑᯌᯒᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯁᯑᯄᯀᯓᯇ ᯖᯀᯑᯌ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᯒᯓ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯄᯀᯑᮍ ᮁ᮳ᯇᯄᯑᯄ’ᯒ ᯌᯔᯂᯇ ᯓᯎ ᯀᯑᯑᯀᯍᯆᯄᮋ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯍᯎ ᯎᯍᯄ ᯒᯇᯀᯋᯋ ᯒᯓᯄᯀᯋ ᯀᯖᯀᯘ ᯎᯔᯑ ᯍᯈᯆᯇᯓᯝᮁ

ᮁ᮴ᯆᯇ… ᮢᯀᯍ ᯖᯄ ᯍᯎᯓᮞ ᮬᯘ ᯃᯀᯑᯊ ᯂᯈᯑᯂᯋᯄᯒ ᯀᯑᯄ ᯆᯄᯓᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯃᯀᯑᯊᯄᯑ ᯁᯘ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯈᯍᯔᯓᯄ…ᮁ

ᮬᯄᯀᯍᯖᯇᯈᯋᯄᮋ ᮨᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀ ᯖᯑᯀᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯀᯍ ᯀᯑᯌ ᯀᯑᯎᯔᯍᯃ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯓᯎᯍᯄ ᯀᯒ ᯂᯀᯋᯌ ᯀᯒ ᯄᯕᯄᯑᮍ ᮁ᮸ᯎᯔ ᯖᯀᯍᯓᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯕᯈᯒᯈᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯁᯒᯄᯑᯕᯀᯓᯎᯑᯘᮋ ᯃᯈᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯘᯎᯔᮞ ᮫ᯄᯓ’ᯒ ᯆᯎᮍᮁ

ᮁᮧᯄᯋᯋ ᯘᯄᯀᯇᮀᮁ

ᮮᯍᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯎᯕᯄᯑᯉᯎᯘᯄᯃᮚ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑᮋ ᯃᯄᯒᯏᯀᯈᯑᯈᯍᯆᮍ

—ᮥᯎᯑ ᯍᯎᯖᮍ

ᮠᯒ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯁᯄᯆᯀᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯉᯎᯔᯑᯍᯄᯘ ᯁᯀᯂᯊᮋ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ’ᯒ ᯌᯈᯍᯃ ᯒᯄᯓᯓᯋᯄᯃ ᯒᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᯋᯘᮍ

᮲ᯔᯑᯄᯋᯘ ᯍᯎᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯄᯋᯒᯄ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯆᯎ ᯖᯑᯎᯍᯆ ᯍᯎᯖᮋ ᯑᯈᯆᯇᯓᮞ

᮶ᯇᯀᯓ ᯒᯇᯎᯔᯋᯃ’ᯕᯄ ᯁᯄᯄᯍ ᯀᯍ ᯎᯑᯃᯈᯍᯀᯑᯘ ᯇᯔᯍᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯑᯈᯏ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯓᯔᯑᯍᯄᯃ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯀ ᯋᯈᯅᯄᮌᯓᯇᯑᯄᯀᯓᯄᯍᯈᯍᯆ ᯎᯑᯃᯄᯀᯋᮍ ᮥᯑᯎᯌ ᯍᯎᯖ ᯎᯍᮋ ᯈᯅ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯄᯕᯄᯑ ᯕᯄᯍᯓᯔᯑᯄᯃ ᯎᯔᯓ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ’ᯃ ᯍᯄᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯁᯄ ᯅᯔᯋᯋᯘ ᯏᯑᯄᯏᯀᯑᯄᯃ—ᮨᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯂᯋᯄᯀᯑᯋᯘ ᯁᯄᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯀᯑᯆᯄᯓᯄᯃᮍ

ᮠᯍᯃ ᯈᯓ ᯖᯀᯒᯍ’ᯓ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯇᯄᯑᮍ ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᮥᯎᯔᯑᯓᯇ ᮯᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒᮋ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯋᯈᯊᯄᯋᯘ ᯈᯍ ᯒᯎᯌᯄᯎᯍᯄ’ᯒ ᯂᯑᯎᯒᯒᯇᯀᯈᯑᯒ ᯓᯎᯎᮍ ᮠ ᯐᯔᯈᯂᯊ ᯃᯄᯃᯔᯂᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯌᯀᯃᯄ ᯈᯓ ᯎᯁᯕᯈᯎᯔᯒᮙ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯄᯍᯄᯌᯈᯄᯒ’ ᯈᯍᯅᯋᯔᯄᯍᯂᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯎᯍ ᯏᯀᯑ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑᯒᮍ

᮲ᯄᯀᯓᯄᯃ ᯀᯓᯎᯏ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯇᯎᯑᯒᯄᮋ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯋᯄᯓ ᯎᯔᯓ ᯀ ᯃᯄᯄᯏ ᯒᯈᯆᯇᮍ

ᮁ᮲ᯈᯆᯇ… ᮥᯄᯄᯋᯒ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯖᯄ’ᯕᯄ ᯁᯄᯄᯍ ᯃᯑᯀᯆᯆᯄᯃ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯒᯎᯌᯄᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯔᯆᯄᮍᮁ

ᮁᮣᯎᯍ’ᯓ ᯖᯎᯑᯑᯘᮍ ᮸ᯎᯔ ᯂᯀᯍ ᯒᯓᯀᯘ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯀᯋᯀᯂᯄᮍ ᮨ’ᯋᯋ ᯊᯄᯄᯏ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯂᯎᯌᯏᯋᯄᯓᯄᯋᯘ ᯒᯀᯅᯄᮍᮁ

ᮁᮭᯎᮍᮁ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯂᯑᯎᯒᯒᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯀᯑᯌᯒᮋ ᯆᯀᯙᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯓᯄᯀᯃᯈᯋᯘ ᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯈᯒᯓᯀᯍᯓ ᯑᯎᯀᯃᮍ ᮁᮭᯎᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯂᯀᯍ ᯁᯈᯍᯃ ᯌᯄᮍ ᮠᯍᯃ ᮨ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯍᯄᯕᯄᯑ ᯒᯓᯀᯍᯃ ᯁᯄᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯑᯀᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯒᯎᯌᯄᯖᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᯂᯔᯓ ᯎᯅᯅ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯔᯓᯒᯈᯃᯄ ᯖᯎᯑᯋᯃᮍᮁ

ᮤᯕᯄᯑᯘ ᯓᯈᯌᯄ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯑᯄᯖᯎᯔᯍᯃ ᯓᯈᯌᯄᮋ ᯈᯓ ᯎᯍᯋᯘ ᯓᯎᯎᯊ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯁᯀᯂᯊ ᯇᯀᯋᯅ ᯀ ᯃᯀᯘᮍ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯇᯄᯋᯏ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯓᯇᯈᯍᯊ—ᯈᯅ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯈᯌᯏᯑᯈᯒᯎᯍᯄᯃ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯋᯎᯍᯆᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯀᯍ ᯓᯇᯀᯓᮋ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯒᯔᯈᯂᯈᯃᯄ ᯖᯎᯔᯋᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯅᯑᯄᯄ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯒᯔᯅᯅᯎᯂᯀᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯂᯀᯆᯄᮍ

᮳ᯇᯀᯓ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯍᯄ ᯎᯔᯓᯂᯎᯌᯄ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯀᯕᯎᯈᯃ ᯀᯓ ᯀᯋᯋ ᯂᯎᯒᯓᯒᮍ

ᮩᯔᯒᯓ ᯀᯒ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯋᯎᯒᯓ ᯇᯄᯑᯒᯄᯋᯅ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯎᯔᯆᯇᯓᮋ ᮨᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀ ᯒᯏᯎᯊᯄ ᯀᯁᯑᯔᯏᯓᯋᯘᮍ

ᮁ᮳ᯇᯈᯒ ᯓᯈᯌᯄ… ᯃᯈᯃ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯅᯎᯑᯄᯒᯄᯄ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯀᯓᯓᯀᯂᯊ ᯈᯍ ᯀᯃᯕᯀᯍᯂᯄ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᮞᮁ

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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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