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

Chapter 47

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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ᮄᮘᮕ ᮝᮕᮤᮑᮜᮜᮙᮓ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮜ ᮣᮕᮞᮤ ᮑ ᮣᮘᮙᮦᮕᮢ ᮔᮟᮧᮞ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ᮵ᮣ ᮣᮠᮙᮞᮕᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮥᮣᮤᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮖ ᮖᮑᮒᮢᮙᮓ ᮒᮕᮘᮙᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ—ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮢᮟᮧᮞ ᮠᮢᮙᮞᮓᮕᮣᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮥᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮕᮕᮤᮘ ᮤᮟ ᮢᮕᮝᮟᮦᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮗᮜᮟᮦᮕᮼ

ᮇᮘᮕᮞ ᮒᮑᮢᮕ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮤᮙᮠᮣ ᮖᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮤᮟᮥᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮛᮙᮞ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮞᮕᮓᮛᮺ ᮒᮟᮤᮘ ᮧᮟᮝᮕᮞ ᮙᮞᮘᮑᮜᮕᮔ ᮣᮘᮑᮢᮠᮜᮩ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮑᮝᮕ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮼ

ᯗᮢᮕᮩᮑ᮵ᮣ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮣ ᮒᮟᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮑᮙᮞᮤ ᮓᮑᮜᮜᮥᮣᮕᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮩᮕᮑᮢᮣ ᮧᮙᮕᮜᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮣᮧᮟᮢᮔᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮤᮙᮗᮘᮤᮕᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮢᮔ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ᮵ᮣ ᮞᮕᮓᮛᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮒᮢᮥᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮥᮜᮣᮕᮼ

ᯗᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮣᮤᮑᮞᮓᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮑᮤᮕᮻᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮒᮕᮜᮜᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮔᮑᮧᮞ ᮢᮑᮞᮗ ᮟᮥᮤᮺ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮤᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮖᮜᮟᮓᮛ ᮟᮖ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕ ᮠᮙᮗᮕᮟᮞᮣ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮖᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮠᮑᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮟᮧᮕᮢᮼ ᯐᮥᮤ ᮤᮟ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑᮺ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮘᮕᮑᮢ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮢᮑᮞᮤᮙᮓ ᮠᮟᮥᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮟᮧᮞ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤᮒᮕᮑᮤᮼ

᮰ᮄᮘᮕᮢᮕᮼ ᯒᮟᮞᮕᮼ᮰

ᯗᮢᮕᮩᮑ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮣᮤᮕᮠ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮙᮝᮝᮕᮔᮙᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮛᮕᮠᮤ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮕᮞᮓᮙᮢᮓᮜᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮢᮝᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮙᮠ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮞᮟᮣᮕ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮣᮤ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ’ᮣ ᮢᮕᮔᮔᮕᮞᮕᮔ ᮕᮑᮢᮼ ᮰ᯏᮣ ᯗ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ—ᮓᮟᮜᮔᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮜᮑᮣᮤ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮼ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮔᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮝᮥᮢᮝᮥᮢᮕᮔ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮣᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮑᮢᮜᮟᮒᮕᮺ ᮕᮑᮓᮘ ᮣᮩᮜᮜᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮧᮑᮢᮝ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮔᮑᮝᮠᮼ

᮰ᯏᮘ… ᯏᮘ…᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮣᮤᮟᮟᮔ ᮖᮢᮟ᮪ᮕᮞᮼ

ᯏᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤᮺ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮒᮥᮤᮤᮟᮞ ᮟᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮢᮟᮞᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮕᮑᮤᮜᮩ ᮖᮑᮣᮤᮕᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮟᮠᮺ ᮩᮕᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮖᮜᮥᮣᮘ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮣᮤ ᯗᮢᮕᮩᮑ’ᮣ ᮥᮞᮑᮢᮝᮟᮢᮕᮔ ᮧᮑᮙᮣᮤᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮢᮑᮔᮙᮓᮤᮟᮢᮩ ᮣᮕᮞᮣᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮟᮖ ᮢᮕᮣᮤᮢᮑᮙᮞᮤ ᮝᮑᮔᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮔᮙ᮪᮪ᮩ—ᮕᮣᮠᮕᮓᮙᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᯗᮢᮕᮩᮑ ᮑᮔᮚᮥᮣᮤᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮟᮜᮜᮑᮢ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮜᮑᮣᮤ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮣ ᮜᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮔᮕᮜᮙᮒᮕᮢᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ’ᮣ ᮓᮟᮜᮜᮑᮢᮒᮟᮞᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮣᮕᮦᮕᮢᮑᮜ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤᮒᮕᮑᮤᮣᮼ

ᯗᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮧᮙᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮣᮙᮜᮘᮟᮥᮕᮤᮤᮕᮣ ᮢᮕᮝᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮝᮕᮢᮗᮕᮔ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮟᮞᮕ ᮣᮤᮕᮠᮣ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮧᮘᮙᮜᮕ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮣᮜᮟᮧᮜᮩ ᮠᮑᮢᮤᮙᮞᮗᮼ

᮰ᮄᮘᮻᮄᮘᮑᮞᮛ ᮩᮟᮥᮺ ᮉᮟᮥᮢ ᯛᮑᮚᮕᮣᮤᮩ…᮰

᮰ᯗ ᮤᮟᮜᮔ ᮩᮟᮥᮺ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮓᮑᮜᮜ ᮝᮕ ᮒᮩ ᮝᮩ ᮞᮑᮝᮕᮼ᮰

᮰ᮄᮘᮕᮞ… ᮤᮘᮑᮞᮛ ᮩᮟᮥᮺ ᯑᮢᮟᮧᮞ ᮀᮢᮙᮞᮓᮕᮣᮣ ᯗᮢᮕᮩᮑᯍ᮰

᮰💢 ᮉᮟᮥ’ᮢᮕ ᮕᮣᮠᮕᮓᮙᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮑᮣᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮒᮕᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤᮼ᮰

᮰ᯏᮘᮺ ᮟᮛᮑᮩᮺ ᮟᮛᮑᮩᮯ ᯗ’ᮝ ᮣᮟᮢᮢᮩᮯ᮰ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮜᮑᮥᮗᮘᮕᮔ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮔᮟᮔᮗᮕᮔ ᯗᮢᮕᮩᮑ’ᮣ ᮣᮜᮟᮧᮜᮩ ᮣᮧᮙᮞᮗᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮺ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮑ ᮓᮟᮟᮜ ᮒᮢᮕᮕ᮪ᮕ ᮒᮢᮥᮣᮘ ᮠᮑᮣᮤ ᮘᮕᮢᮼ ᮰ᯗᮤ’ᮣ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ—ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮺ ᮙᮞ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮑ ᮗᮢᮑᮞᮔᮺ ᮣᮟᮜᮕᮝᮞ ᮣᮕᮤᮤᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᯗ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮘᮕᮜᮠ ᮙᮤᮯ᮰

ᮇᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮺ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮤᮙᮜᮤᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮑ᮪ᮕ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮛᮩᮼ

ᮀᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮛᮞᮟᮧ ᮝᮥᮓᮘ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮤᮕᮜᮜᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣ—ᮑᮤ ᮝᮟᮣᮤᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮢᮕᮓᮟᮗᮞᮙ᮪ᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯐᮙᮗ ᯒᮙᮠᮠᮕᮢᮼ

᮰ᯗᮢᮕᮩᮑᮺ ᮔᮟ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮗᮑ᮪ᮙᮞᮗᯍ ᯑᮑᮞ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮤᮕᮜᮜ ᮖᮟᮢᮤᮥᮞᮕᮣᯍ᮰

᮰ᮃᮘᮘᮼ ᯔᮕᮕᮜ ᮙᮤ ᮓᮑᮢᮕᮖᮥᮜᮜᮩ—ᮝᮑᮗᮙᮓ ᮙᮣ ᮔᮕᮕᮠᮜᮩ ᮓᮟᮞᮞᮕᮓᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮥᮞ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮟᮞᮼ᮰

ᯗᮢᮕᮩᮑ’ᮣ ᮘᮑᮞᮔ ᮢᮕᮣᮤᮕᮔ ᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩ ᮟᮞ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ’ᮣ ᮣᮙᮜᮦᮕᮢᮻᮢᮟᮒᮕᮔ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔᮕᮢ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮠᮟᮛᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮓᮟᮟᮜᮺ ᮝᮕᮑᮣᮥᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮟᮞᮕᮼ

᮰ᯚᮕᮗᮕᮞᮔ ᮣᮑᮩᮣ ᮝᮑᮗᮙᮓ ᮙᮣ ᮒᮟᮢᮞ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮩᮓᮜᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮥᮞ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮝᮟᮟᮞᮺ ᮕᮞᮔᮜᮕᮣᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮥᮞᮒᮢᮟᮛᮕᮞᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮣᮥᮞ ᮢᮕᮠᮢᮕᮣᮕᮞᮤᮣ ᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮑᮤᮺ ᮧᮘᮙᮜᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮟᮞ ᮗᮟᮦᮕᮢᮞᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮣ—ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮠᮟᮥᮢ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮥᮣᮼ᮰

᮰ᮃᮟᮺ ᮙᮖ ᯗ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮣᮤᮑᮩ ᮘᮕᮢᮕᮺ ᮝᮩ ᮝᮑᮗᮙᮓ ᮧᮙᮜᮜ ᮣᮛᮩᮢᮟᮓᮛᮕᮤᮯᯍ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮓᮜᮕᮞᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮙᮣᮤᮣ ᮕᮨᮓᮙᮤᮕᮔᮜᮩᮼ

ᯗᮤ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮣᮑᮙᮔ—ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᯗᮢᮕᮩᮑ’ᮣ ᮧᮟᮢᮔᮣᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮑ ᮣᮥᮢᮗᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮕᮞᮕᮢᮗᮩ ᮓᮟᮥᮢᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮘᮕᮢᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮗᮙᮓ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮞᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩ ᮕᮨᮘᮑᮥᮣᮤᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮒᮑᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮗᮢᮑᮔᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮠᮜᮕᮞᮙᮣᮘᮙᮞᮗᮼ

᮰ᯜᮟᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮕᮖᮖᮕᮓᮤᮙᮦᮕᮼ᮰

ᯗᮢᮕᮩᮑ ᮛᮞᮕᮜᮤ ᮣᮜᮟᮧᮜᮩ ᮟᮞ ᮑ ᮦᮕᮜᮦᮕᮤ ᮓᮥᮣᮘᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮠᮜᮑᮓᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮙᮜᮦᮕᮢᮻᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕ ᮣᮧᮟᮢᮔ ᮑᮓᮢᮟᮣᮣ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮑᮠ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮡᮥᮙᮕᮤᮜᮩ ᮟᮒᮣᮕᮢᮦᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮥᮜᮜ ᮝᮟᮟᮞᮼ ᮰ᯐᮥᮤ ᮑᮤ ᮜᮕᮑᮣᮤ ᮙᮤ’ᮜᮜ ᮢᮕᮣᮤᮟᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮙᮤᮣ ᮖᮥᮜᮜ ᮣᮤᮢᮕᮞᮗᮤᮘᮼ᮰

ᮋᮙᮝᮗᯋᯄᯁᮿᮺᯄᯃᮾᮍᮘᮤᮤᮠᮣᯈᮽᮽᮢᮣᮣᮼᮣᮖᮑᮓᮗᮼᮓᮟᮝᮽᮧᮕᮒᮽᮞᮟᮦᮕᮜᮽᮙᮝᮑᮗᮕᮣᮽᮅᮠᮜᮟᮑᮔᮀᮙᮓᮽᯀᮾᯀᯃᮾᯂᮽᮾᯁᮽᯁᯆᯇᯀᯁᯃᯁᯂᮻᮕᯆᮾᮔᮻᯂᯁᯃᮖᮻᯇᮑᮑᯁᮻᮑᯇᯂᮿᮑᯁᯄᯀᮑᮔᯂᮔᮼᮚᮠᮗᮋᮽᮙᮝᮗᮍ

᮰ᮄᮘᮑᮤ ᮝᮑᮛᮕᮣ ᮣᮕᮞᮣᮕ—᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮝᮙᮝᮙᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮗᮢᮑᮒᮒᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮣᮟᮖᮤ ᮓᮥᮣᮘᮙᮟᮞ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮙᮤᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮢᮟᮣᮣᮻᮜᮕᮗᮗᮕᮔᮼ

ᯐᮑᮤᮘᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮝᮟᮟᮞᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮑ ᮗᮕᮞᮤᮜᮕ ᮕᮞᮕᮢᮗᮩ ᮖᮜᮟᮧᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮙᮝᮒᮣ—ᮙᮞᮔᮕᮣᮓᮢᮙᮒᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮩᮕᮤ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮞᮙᮑᮒᮜᮕᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮝᮑᮗᮙᮓ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮙᮝᮑᮗᮙᮞᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢ ᮟᮖ ᮑᮞᮩ ᮣᮠᮕᮜᮜ ᮥᮜᮤᮙᮝᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮔᮕᮠᮕᮞᮔᮕᮔ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮕᮠᮤᮘ ᮟᮖ ᮟᮞᮕ’ᮣ ᮝᮑᮗᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᮢᮕᮣᮕᮢᮦᮕᮣᮼ

ᯛᮑᮗᮙᮓᮺ ᮣᮛᮙᮜᮜᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮙᮝᮑᮗᮙᮞᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ—ᮑᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮢᮕᮕ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮙᮞᮔᮙᮣᮠᮕᮞᮣᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮣᮘᮑᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮙᮞᮑᮜ ᮖᮟᮢᮝ ᮟᮖ ᮑ ᮣᮠᮕᮜᮜᮼ

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮠᮢᮟᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮘᮙᮞ ᮟᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮺ ᮡᮥᮙᮕᮤᮜᮩ ᮧᮑᮤᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮛᮩᮼ

ᮂᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮙᮝᮑᮗᮙᮞᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮣᮟᮢᮕᮜᮩ ᮜᮑᮓᮛᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮙᮖ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮕᮞᮦᮙᮣᮙᮟᮞᮕᮔ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮔᮕᮦᮑᮣᮤᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮠᮕᮜᮜᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮝᮑᮞᮙᮖᮕᮣᮤ ᮙᮤᮼ

᮰ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮙᮣ ᮣᮟ ᮖᮢᮥᮣᮤᮢᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᯗᮢᮕᮩᮑᮼ ᯗᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮞᮔᮺ ᯗ’ᮝ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮙᮔᮕᮑᮣ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮓᮑᮞ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮖᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮠᮥᮔᮔᮜᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮧᮑᮤᮕᮢᮼ᮰

᮰ᮉᮟᮥ’ᮢᮕ ᮔᮟᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮙᮞᮕᮼ᮰

ᯗᮢᮕᮩᮑ ᮛᮕᮠᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮓᮜᮟᮣᮕᮔᮺ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮣ ᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩ ᮤᮢᮑᮓᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮝᮟᮟᮤᮘ ᮣᮥᮢᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮧᮟᮢᮔᮼ ᮰ᯔᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮒᮕᮗᮙᮞᮞᮕᮢᮺ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮟᮞᮔᮕᮞᮣᮕ ᮕᮜᮕᮝᮕᮞᮤᮑᮜ ᮝᮑᮗᮙᮓ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮖᮟᮢᮝ ᮥᮣᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮤᮑᮛᮕᮣ ᮤᮘᮢᮕᮕ ᮩᮕᮑᮢᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮣᮤᮥᮔᮩᮼ᮰

᮰ᯜᮻᯜᮟ ᮧᮑᮩ…᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮔᮟᮧᮞ ᮑᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮕᮨᮓᮙᮤᮕᮝᮕᮞᮤᮼ ᮰ᯒᮻᯒᮟᮕᮣ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮝᮕᮑᮞ ᯗ’ᮝ ᮑᮓᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮑ ᮠᮢᮟᮔᮙᮗᮩᮯᯍ᮰

᮰ᯒᮟᮞ’ᮤ ᮗᮕᮤ ᮓᮟᮓᮛᮩᮼ ᮄᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮠᮜᮕᮞᮤᮩ ᮟᮖ ᮝᮑᮗᮕᮣ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮓᮑᮞ ᮓᮑᮣᮤ ᮣᮠᮕᮜᮜᮣ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮤᮼ᮰

᮰ᮅᮗᮘᮺ ᮓᮑᮞ’ᮤ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮠᮢᮑᮙᮣᮕ ᮝᮕ ᮑ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕᮮᯍ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮣᮤᮢᮕᮤᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮢᮝᮣ ᮧᮙᮔᮕᮺ ᮠᮥᮖᮖᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮘᮕᮕᮛᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮠᮟᮥᮤ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮙᮔᮕᮻᮕᮩᮕᮔ ᯗᮢᮕᮩᮑᮼ ᮰ᮉᮟᮥ ᮔᮟ ᮓᮑᮢᮕ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮝᮕᮺ ᮔᮟᮞ’ᮤ ᮩᮟᮥᯍ᮰

᮰……᮰

ᮂᮕᮓᮕᮙᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮞᮟ ᮢᮕᮑᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮣᮙᮗᮘᮕᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮜᮕᮑᮞᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮢᮧᮑᮢᮔᮺ ᮠᮕᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮛᮩ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮞᮗᮺ ᮓᮩᮜᮙᮞᮔᮢᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᮟᮒᮚᮕᮓᮤᮼ

ᯖᮟᮧ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮞᮗᮕᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ’ᮤ ᮑᮞ ᮕᮨᮠᮕᮢᮤᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮤᮕᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮕᮜᮕᮣᮤᮙᮑᮜ ᮑᮢᮢᮑᮞᮗᮕᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮥᮞᮥᮣᮥᮑᮜᮼ

᮰ᯝᮞᮕᮺ ᮤᮧᮟᮺ ᮤᮘᮢᮕᮕ… ᮃᮟ ᮝᮑᮞᮩ ᮓᮜᮥᮣᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮟᮗᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢᯍ ᯓᮻᯓᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕᮝᯍ ᯏᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮠᮟᮣᮙᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣ… ᯒᮟᮕᮣ ᮕᮑᮓᮘ ᮓᮜᮥᮣᮤᮕᮢ ᮢᮕᮠᮢᮕᮣᮕᮞᮤ ᮑ ᮠᮢᮙᮞᮓᮕ ᮟᮢ ᮠᮢᮙᮞᮓᮕᮣᮣᯍ᮰

᮰ᯑᮟᮢᮢᮕᮓᮤᮼ᮰

ᯗᮢᮕᮩᮑ ᮣᮤᮟᮟᮔ ᮣᮜᮟᮧᮜᮩᮺ ᮣᮕᮤᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮧᮟᮢᮔ ᮑᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮤᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮡᮥᮙᮜᮜ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮠᮑᮢᮓᮘᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮕᮣᮛᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮥᮔᮙᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮣᮛᮕᮤᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮠᮟᮛᮕᮼ ᮰ᮄᮘᮕ ᮓᮕᮜᮕᮣᮤᮙᮑᮜ ᮣᮙᮗᮞᮣ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮣᮘᮙᮖᮤᮕᮔ ᮔᮢᮑᮝᮑᮤᮙᮓᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮜᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔ ᮝᮑᮩ ᮣᮟᮟᮞ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮥᮠᮘᮕᮑᮦᮑᮜᮼ᮰

᮰ᯒᮟ ᮧᮕ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮞᮕᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮕᮜᮜ ᮥᮣ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᯍ ᯛᮟᮢᮕ ᮙᮝᮠᮟᮢᮤᮑᮞᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮧᮘᮩ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮟᮞᮕ ᮑᮣ ᮜᮑᮧᮻᮑᮒᮙᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮣ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮓᮑᮢᮕ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮟ ᮑᮒᮣᮤᮢᮑᮓᮤᮮᯍ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮞᮙᮝᮒᮜᮩ ᮣᮜᮙᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮒᮕᮘᮙᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮓᮟᮦᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᯗᮢᮕᮩᮑ’ᮣ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮟᮜᮔ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮣᮼ

᮰ᯒᮟᮞ’ᮤ ᮝᮟᮦᮕᮺ ᮉᮟᮥᮢ ᯛᮑᮚᮕᮣᮤᮩᮮ᮰

ᮇᮑᮢᮝ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮤᮘ ᮤᮙᮓᮛᮜᮕᮔ ᯗᮢᮕᮩᮑ’ᮣ ᮕᮑᮢᮼ ᮰ᮉᮟᮥ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮒᮕ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮣᮼ᮰

ᯗᮢᮕᮩᮑ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮣᮟᮖᮤ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮞᮔᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮑᮙᮢ ᮒᮢᮥᮣᮘ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮣᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮞᮕᮓᮛ ᮑᮣ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮔᮢᮑᮠᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮑᮓᮛᮺ ᮑᮔᮚᮥᮣᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮙᮞᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮣᮙᮗᮘᮤᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮠᮟᮣᮙᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮜᮕᮖᮤ ᯗᮢᮕᮩᮑ’ᮣ ᮝᮕᮤᮙᮓᮥᮜᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩ ᮑᮢᮢᮑᮞᮗᮕᮔ ᮣᮙᮜᮦᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮙᮢ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮢᮟᮧᮞ ᮑᮣᮛᮕᮧᮺ ᮤᮢᮙᮗᮗᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮕᮢᮖᮕᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞᮙᮣᮝ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮤᮟᮟᮛ ᮤᮘᮢᮕᮕ ᮔᮕᮕᮠᮺ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮢᮟᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮤᮘᮣᮼ

᮰……ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮔᮟᮙᮞᮗᯍ᮰

᮰ᯜᮟᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮮ ᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮓᮥᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣᮼ᮰ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮗᮙᮗᮗᮜᮕᮔ ᮒᮕᮘᮙᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮺ ᮧᮑᮤᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᯗᮢᮕᮩᮑ’ᮣ ᮠᮢᮟᮖᮙᮜᮕᮼ ᮰ᯗ ᮧᮑᮞᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮕᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮣᮙᮔᮕᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮩᮟᮥᮮ᮰

ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮑᮜᮜᮺ ᮜᮑᮣᮤ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮥᮣᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮟᮣᮕᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮙᮓᮩ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮩ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮣᮘᮟᮧᮞ ᮢᮑᮢᮕ ᮕᮝᮟᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮧᮟᮞᮔᮕᮢᮕᮔ—ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮝᮕᮜᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮟᮝᮑᮞ’ᮣ ᮔᮕᮖᮕᮞᮣᮕᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮢᮕᮦᮕᮑᮜ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮢᮥᮕ ᮣᮕᮜᮖᯍ

ᯗᮖ ᮣᮟᮺ ᮝᮑᮩᮒᮕ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮖᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮤᮑᮜᮛ ᮠᮢᮟᮠᮕᮢᮜᮩᮼ ᯛᮑᮩᮒᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮠᮕᮤ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮢᮑᮓᮤ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮑᮞᮞᮥᮜᮜᮕᮔᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ—ᮧᮕᮜᮜᮺ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮝᮑᮢᮢᮩ ᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮑᮤ ᮜᮕᮑᮣᮤ ᮒᮕᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᯗᮢᮕᮩᮑ’ᮣ ᮠᮢᮟᮠᮕᮢ ᮖᮢᮙᮕᮞᮔᮼ

ᯗᮞᮣᮤᮕᮑᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮧᮘᮑᮤᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮑᮝᮒᮙᮗᮥᮟᮥᮣ ᮢᮕᮜᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣᮘᮙᮠ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮞᮟᮧᮼ

᮰ᯗᮣᮞ’ᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮕᮨᮘᮑᮥᮣᮤᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮑᮜᮧᮑᮩᮣ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮟ ᮤᮕᮞᮣᮕᯍ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮣᮛᮩ ᮙᮣ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮙᮖᮥᮜᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮧᮕ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮤᮑᮜᮛ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮕᮑᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮟᮒᮣᮕᮣᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮝᮕᮑᮞᮙᮞᮗᮜᮕᮣᮣ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮤᮕᮜᮜᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣᮼ᮰

᮰ᮃᮤᮟᮠ ᮝᮟᮦᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᯗ ᮞᮕᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮢᮕᮓᮟᮢᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕᮣ ᮣᮙᮞᮓᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮑᮣᮤ ᮟᮒᮣᮕᮢᮦᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ᮰

ᯗᮢᮕᮩᮑ ᮛᮕᮠᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮜᮟᮧᮕᮢᮕᮔᮺ ᮧᮢᮙᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮑᮜᮝᮜᮩᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮟᮣᮕᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮝᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮧᮑᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮥᮣᮘ ᮖᮥᮢᮤᮘᮕᮢᮼ

ᮄᮟ ᮣᮕᮕ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮝᮥᮓᮘ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮙᮓᮕ ᮡᮥᮕᮕᮞ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮕᮞᮔᮥᮢᮕᮼ

ᮄᮟ ᮣᮕᮕ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮣᮘᮕ’ᮔ ᮢᮕᮑᮓᮤ ᮙᮖ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮔᮕᮜᮙᮒᮕᮢᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮓᮢᮟᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮙᮞᮕᮼ

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮠᮜᮟᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮟᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮥᮣᮘᮙᮟᮞ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮕᮨᮑᮗᮗᮕᮢᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮕᮑᮣᮕᮼ

ᯏᮣ ᮝᮟᮟᮞᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮣᮤᮢᮕᮑᮝᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮗᮜᮑᮣᮣᮺ ᮑ ᮖᮜᮑᮣᮘ ᮟᮖ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮔᮢᮑᮠᮕᮔ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᯗᮢᮕᮩᮑ’ᮣ ᮜᮑᮠᮼ

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮓᮥᮢᮜᮕᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮦᮕᮜᮦᮕᮤ ᮓᮥᮣᮘᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮠᮢᮟᮠᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮘᮙᮞ ᮟᮞ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮘᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮘᮙᮜᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮑᮢᮕ ᮖᮟᮟᮤ ᮤᮢᮑᮓᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮝᮒᮢᮟᮙᮔᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮠᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢᮞᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮢᮟᮧᮞ ᮠᮢᮙᮞᮓᮕᮣᮣ’ᮣ ᮣᮑᮣᮘᮼ ᯖᮕᮢ ᮤᮟᮕᮣ ᮘᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮟᮞᮤᮟ ᮑ ᮔᮑᮞᮗᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮗᮟᮜᮔ ᮓᮘᮑᮙᮞᮺ ᮗᮙᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮤ ᮑ ᮠᮜᮑᮩᮖᮥᮜ ᮤᮥᮗᮼ

᮰ᮉᮟᮥᮢ ᯛᮑᮚᮕᮣᮤᮩᮮ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮑᮢᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮟᮟᮤᮺ ᮣᮤᮙᮢᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮥᮠ ᮤᮙᮞᮩ ᮝᮟᮤᮕᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮔᮥᮣᮤ ᮑᮣ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮙᮓᮩ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮕᮠ ᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮣᮤ ᯗᮢᮕᮩᮑ’ᮣ ᮡᮥᮙᮜᮜᮻᮘᮟᮜᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮣᮼ ᮰ᯚᮟᮟᮛᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮣᮠᮙᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮛ—ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮧᮢᮟᮤᮕ ᮙᮣ ᮢᮥᮙᮞᮕᮔᮮ᮰

᮰ᯑᮟᮔᮕᮨ ᯏᮢᮤᮙᮓᮜᮕ ᮄᮘᮙᮢᮤᮩᮻᮃᮕᮦᮕᮞᯈ ᮅᮞᮑᮥᮤᮘᮟᮢᮙ᮪ᮕᮔ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮑᮓᮤ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮝᮕᮝᮒᮕᮢ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮙᮝᮠᮕᮢᮙᮑᮜ ᮖᮑᮝᮙᮜᮩ ᮙᮣ—᮰

ᯗᮢᮕᮩᮑ’ᮣ ᮢᮕᮠᮢᮙᮝᮑᮞᮔ ᮒᮢᮟᮛᮕ ᮟᮖᮖ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞ ᮓᮟᮜᮔᮞᮕᮣᮣ ᮕᮞᮦᮕᮜᮟᮠᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮼ

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ’ᮣ ᮤᮕᮞ ᮚᮑᮔᮕᮻᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮟᮕᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮞᮟᮧ ᮓᮢᮑᮧᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮥᮠ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮢᮙᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮢᮝᮼ

᮰ᮉᮟᮥᮢ ᯛᮑᮚᮕᮣᮤᮩ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮣ ᮣᮟ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮔᮢᮑᮧᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮤᮑᮢ ᮓᮘᮑᮢᮤᮣᮮ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮠᮕᮤᮙᮤᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ’ᮣ ᮖᮟᮟᮤ ᮓᮥᮢᮦᮕᮔ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮓᮢᮕᮣᮓᮕᮞᮤ ᮝᮟᮟᮞ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮗᮗᮜᮕᮔ ᮝᮙᮣᮓᮘᮙᮕᮦᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩᮼ ᮰ᯕᮥᮕᮣᮣ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ—᮰

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮤᮟᮕᮣ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮓᮜᮑᮝᮠᮕᮔ ᮟᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮡᮥᮙᮜᮜ’ᮣ ᮕᮞᮔᮺ ᮔᮢᮑᮗᮗᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮤ ᮑᮓᮢᮟᮣᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮑᮢᮓᮘᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮝᮕᮣᮣᮩ ᮣᮤᮢᮕᮑᮛᮼ ᮰—ᮓᮑᮞ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮖᮙᮞᮙᮣᮘ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮓᮘᮑᮢᮤ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᯗ ᮢᮥᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮘᮟᮜᮕ ᮠᮑᮗᮕᯍ᮰

᮰……ᮯ᮰

ᯗᮢᮕᮩᮑ’ᮣ ᮣᮙᮜᮦᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮙᮢ ᮗᮜᮕᮑᮝᮕᮔ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮓᮑᮢᮦᮕᮔ ᮙᮓᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮟᮞᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮙᮞᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮞᮕᮓᮛ ᮤᮕᮞᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮘᮑᮢᮠᮜᮩᮼ ᮰ᯗᮞᮣᮟᮜᮕᮞᮤᮼ᮰

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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