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

Chapter 48

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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　　 ᮳ᯇᯄ ᮦᯑᯀᯍᯃ ᮯᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒᮆᯒ ᯊᯍᯄᯄᯒ ᯓᯑᯄᯌᯁᯋᯄᯃ ᯒᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᯋᯘ ᯀᯒ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯏᯑᯄᯒᯒᯄᯃ ᯓᯎᯆᯄᯓᯇᯄᯑᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯀᯋᯄ ᯒᯈᯋᯕᯄᯑ ᯇᯄᯌ ᯎᯅ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯊᯈᯑᯓ ᯃᯑᯀᯆᯆᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯂᯑᯎᯒᯒ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯔᯒᯇᯈᯎᯍ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯅᯀᯈᯍᯓ ᯒᯎᯔᯍᯃ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯄᯀᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯅᯀᯁᯑᯈᯂᮍ

　　 ᮮᯔᯓ ᯎᯅ ᯇᯀᯁᯈᯓᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯑᯄᯀᯂᯇᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯌᯎᯎᯓᯇ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯅᯎᯋᯃᯒ ᯎᯅ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯃᯑᯄᯒᯒ ᯓᯇᯑᯄᯄ ᯓᯈᯌᯄᯒ—ᯎᯍᯋᯘ ᯅᯎᯑ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀᮆᯒ ᯓᯎᯄᯒ ᯓᯎ ᯇᯎᯎᯊ ᯀᯑᯎᯔᯍᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯀᯒᯇ ᯀᯓ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯖᯀᯈᯒᯓ ᯅᯈᯑᯒᯓᮍ

　　 ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯃᯈᯀᯌᯎᯍᯃᮌᯒᯓᯔᯃᯃᯄᯃ ᯂᯋᯀᯒᯏ ᯒᯍᯀᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯎᯏᯄᯍ—

　　 ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀᮆᯒ ᯏᯈᯍᯊ ᯇᯄᯄᯋ ᯂᯀᯌᯄ ᯓᯎ ᯑᯄᯒᯓ ᯒᯐᯔᯀᯑᯄᯋᯘ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᯒᯓ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯂᯇᯄᯒᯓᮍ

　　 ᮁ᮸ᯎᯔᯑ ᯇᯄᯀᯑᯓᯁᯄᯀᯓ ᯈᯒ ᯒᯎ ᯋᯎᯔᯃᯝᮞᮁ

　　 ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯋᯎᯋᯈ ᯒᯔᯃᯃᯄᯍᯋᯘ ᯏᯑᯎᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑᯒᯄᯋᯅ ᯔᯏᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯈᯍᯊᯘ ᯓᯎᯄᯒ ᯒᯋᯈᯏᯏᯈᯍᯆ ᯏᯀᯒᯓ ᮨᯋᯄᯘᯀᮆᯒ ᯓᯈᯆᯇᯓᯋᯘ ᯅᯀᯒᯓᯄᯍᯄᯃ ᯇᯈᯆᯇ ᯂᯎᯋᯋᯀᯑ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯑᯀᯂᯄ ᯂᯈᯑᯂᯋᯄᯒ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᯒᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒᮆᯒ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯀᯓᮍ ᮁ᮳ᯇᯔᯌᯏᮋ ᯓᯇᯔᯌᯏᮋ ᯓᯇᯔᯌᯏ—ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯖᯀᯑ ᯃᯑᯔᯌᯒ ᯁᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄ ᯀᯍ ᯄᯍᯄᯌᯘ ᯂᯇᯀᯑᯆᯄᯝᮁ

　　 ᮶ᯀᯒ ᯈᯓ ᯁᯄᯂᯀᯔᯒᯄ ᯒᯇᯄᮆᯃ ᯁᯄᯄᯍ ᯓᯀᯊᯄᯍ ᯀᯃᯕᯀᯍᯓᯀᯆᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯄᯀᯑᯋᯈᯄᯑ ᯖᯇᯄᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯍᯎᯖ ᯑᯎᯁᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯁᯄᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯈᯄᯃᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯍᯎᯖ ᯒᯎᯔᯆᯇᯓ ᯑᯄᯕᯄᯍᯆᯄᮞ

　　 ᮮᯑ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯈᯓ ᯒᯈᯌᯏᯋᯘ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯄᯀᯒᯄ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯏᯑᯎᯕᯎᯊᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒᮞ

　　 ᮮᯑ ᯏᯄᯑᯇᯀᯏᯒᮍᮍᮍ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯃᯑᯀᯖᯍ ᯓᯎ ᯇᯄᯑᮍ

　　 ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯃᯈᯃᯍᮆᯓ ᯊᯍᯎᯖᮍ

　　 ᮴ᯍᯃᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯀᯍᯃᯋᯄᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᮋ

　　 ᯇᯄᯑ ᯂᯎᯈᯋᯄᯃ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄ ᯇᯀᯈᯑ ᯆᯋᯎᯖᯄᯃ ᯖᯀᯑᯌᯋᯘᮍ

　　 ᮧᯄᯑ ᯂᯑᯈᯌᯒᯎᯍ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯍᯀᯑᯑᯎᯖᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯌᯈᯒᯂᯇᯈᯄᯅᮍ

　　 ᮁ᮸ᯎᯔᯑ ᯄᯀᯑᯒ ᯀᯑᯄ ᯓᯔᯑᯍᯈᯍᯆ ᯑᯄᯃᮞᮁ

　　 ᮩᯔᯒᯓ ᯀᯒ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀᮆᯒ ᯓᯎᯄᯒ ᯏᯎᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯎᯏᯄᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯅᯈᯑᯒᯓ ᯆᯎᯋᯃᯄᯍ ᯁᯔᯓᯓᯎᯍ ᯎᯅ ᮨᯋᯄᯘᯀᮆᯒ ᯂᯎᯋᯋᯀᯑᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᮦᯑᯀᯍᯃ ᮯᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒ ᯒᯔᯃᯃᯄᯍᯋᯘ ᯅᯋᯔᯍᯆ ᯀᯒᯈᯃᯄ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯐᯔᯈᯋᯋᮍ ᮠᯌᯈᯃ ᯒᯏᯋᯀᯓᯓᯄᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯍᯊᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯒᯄᯈᯙᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯈᯑᯋᮆᯒ ᯀᯍᯊᯋᯄ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯋᯀᯍᯃᯒᯋᯈᯃᯄ ᯅᯎᯑᯂᯄᮋ ᯖᯑᯄᯍᯂᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯀ ᯇᯀᯋᯅᮌᯒᯓᯈᯅᯋᯄᯃ ᯆᯀᯒᯏ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯇᯄᯑᮍ

　　 ᮳ᯇᯄᯍᮋ ᯏᯈᯍᯍᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯐᯔᯈᯑᯌᯈᯍᯆ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯋᯎᯋᯈ ᯃᯎᯖᯍ ᯎᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯕᯄᯋᯕᯄᯓ ᯂᯔᯒᯇᯈᯎᯍᮍ

　　 ᮧᯄᯑ ᯏᯑᯈᯙᯄᯃ ᯒᯄᯋᯅᮌᯂᯎᯍᯓᯑᯎᯋ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯂᯑᯔᯌᯁᯋᯈᯍᯆᮍ

　　 ᮁᮬᯌᯏᯇ—ᮀᮁ

　　 ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯒᯓᯑᯔᯆᯆᯋᯄᯃ ᯁᯑᯈᯄᯅᯋᯘ ᯁᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄ ᯑᯄᯀᯋᯈᯙᯈᯍᯆ ᮨᯋᯄᯘᯀᮆᯒ ᯆᯀᯙᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯌᯎᯑᯄ ᯃᯀᯍᯆᯄᯑᯎᯔᯒ ᯓᯇᯀᯍ ᯄᯕᯄᯑᮍ

　　 ᮳ᯇᯎᯒᯄ ᯀᯋᯖᯀᯘᯒᮌᯂᯎᯌᯏᯎᯒᯄᯃ ᯒᯈᯋᯕᯄᯑ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯍᯎᯖ ᯁᯔᯑᯍᯄᯃ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯌᯎᯋᯓᯄᯍ ᯋᯀᯕᯀᮋ ᯒᯂᯎᯑᯂᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯄᯍᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯓᯎ ᯃᯄᯕᯎᯔᯑ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯖᯇᯎᯋᯄᮍ

　　 ᮁᮬᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑᮍᮁ

　　 ᮁᮤᯇᮍᮍᮍ ᮬᮌᯌᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑᮞᮁ

　　 ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯅᯑᯎᯙᯄᮍ

　　 ᮧᯄᯑ ᯖᯈᯃᯄᮋ ᯀᯃᯎᯑᯀᯁᯋᯄ ᯂᯑᯈᯌᯒᯎᯍ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯁᯋᯈᯍᯊᯄᯃ ᯑᯀᯏᯈᯃᯋᯘᮍ

　　 ᮥᯎᯑ ᯀ ᯅᯋᯄᯄᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯌᯎᯌᯄᯍᯓᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯖᯎᯍᯃᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯈᯅ ᮨᯋᯄᯘᯀ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯒᯎᯌᯄ ᯁᯈᯙᯀᯑᯑᯄ ᯅᯄᯓᯈᯒᯇᮍ

　　 ᮲ᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃᯍᮆᯓ ᯏᯎᯒᯒᯈᯁᯋᯘ ᯁᯄ ᯀᯍᯘᯎᯍᯄᮆᯒ ᯌᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑᮀ

　　 ᮠᯍᯘ ᯂᯇᯈᯋᯃ ᯎᯅ ᯇᯄᯑᯒ ᯖᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯁᯄ ᯓᯑᯔᯋᯘ ᯁᯋᯄᯒᯒᯄᯃ—

　　 ᯓᯎ ᯒᯓᯀᯑᯕᯄ ᯍᯈᯍᯄ ᯓᯈᯌᯄᯒ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯑᯄᯄ ᯃᯀᯘᯒᮍ

　　 ᮡᯄᯒᯈᯃᯄᯒᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯁᯄᯋᯎᯍᯆᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᮫ᯈᯓᯓᯋᯄ ᮳ᯇᯔᯍᯃᯄᯑ ᮳ᯄᯌᯏᯋᯄ—ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯈᯅ ᮨᯋᯄᯘᯀ ᯖᯀᯍᯓᯄᯃ ᯀ ᯓᯀᯒᯓᯄᮋ ᯒᯇᯄᮆᯃ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯈᯏ ᯃᯄᯋᯈᯂᯀᯓᯄᯋᯘᮋ ᯁᯄᯂᯀᯔᯒᯄ ᯓᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯍᯎᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯔᯁᯒᯓᯀᯍᯓᯈᯀᯋ ᯓᯎ ᯇᯎᯋᯃᮍ

　　 ᮁ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯀᯑᯒᮍᮁ

　　 ᮨᯋᯄᯘᯀᮆᯒ ᯕᯎᯈᯂᯄ ᯂᯎᯍᯓᯈᯍᯔᯄᯃᮋ ᯂᯎᯋᯃ ᯀᯒ ᯆᯋᯀᯂᯈᯀᯋ ᯋᯀᯊᯄᯖᯀᯓᯄᯑᮍ

　　 ᮧᯄᯑ ᯅᯈᯍᯆᯄᯑᯒ ᯒᯋᯎᯖᯋᯘ ᯑᯄᯋᯄᯀᯒᯄᯃ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀᮆᯒ ᯀᯍᯊᯋᯄᮋ ᯎᯍᯋᯘ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯑᯀᯈᯋ ᯔᯏ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯂᯇᯄᯄᯊ—ᯓᯇᯄ ᯅᯈᯍᯆᯄᯑᯓᯈᯏᯒ ᯒᯂᯀᯋᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯎᯓᮍ

　　 ᮥᯎᯑ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯅᯈᯑᯒᯓ ᯓᯈᯌᯄ ᯈᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯋᯈᯅᯄᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯁᯄᯆᯀᯍ ᯑᯄᯂᯎᯔᯍᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯀ ᯋᯎᯍᯆᮌᯁᯔᯑᯈᯄᯃ ᯏᯀᯒᯓ ᯓᯎ ᯀᯍ ᯎᯔᯓᯒᯈᯃᯄᯑᮍ

　　 ᮁᮬᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯋᯎᯕᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯀᯑᯒᮍᮁ

　　 ᮲ᯇᯄ ᯌᯔᯑᯌᯔᯑᯄᯃᮋ ᯘᯄᯓ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯆᯀᯙᯄ ᯃᯑᯈᯅᯓᯄᯃ ᯏᯀᯒᯓ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯋᯈᯓᯓᯄᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯍᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯒᯊᯘ ᯁᯄᯘᯎᯍᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯈᯍᯃᯎᯖᮍ

　　 ᮥᯎᯋᯋᯎᯖᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯋᯈᯍᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯒᯈᯆᯇᯓᮋ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯒᯀᯖ ᯂᯎᯔᯍᯓᯋᯄᯒᯒ ᯒᯓᯀᯑᯒ ᯒᯂᯀᯓᯓᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯀᯂᯑᯎᯒᯒ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯀᯑᯊᯍᯄᯒᯒᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᮬᯈᯋᯊᯘ ᮶ᯀᯘ ᯅᯋᯎᯖᯈᯍᯆ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯆᯀᯔᯙᯄᮍ

　　 ᮁᮮᯕᯄᯑ ᯀ ᯃᯄᯂᯀᯃᯄ ᯀᯆᯎᮋ ᯖᯇᯄᯍ ᮨ ᯒᯓᯈᯋᯋ ᯋᯈᯕᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯑᯎᯘᯀᯋ ᯂᯀᯏᯈᯓᯀᯋᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯖᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯇᯎᯋᯃ ᯌᯄ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯍᯀᯌᯄ ᯄᯕᯄᯑᯘ ᯒᯓᯀᯑᮋᮁ ᮨᯋᯄᯘᯀᮆᯒ ᯕᯎᯈᯂᯄ ᯒᯎᯅᯓᯄᯍᯄᯃᮋ ᯀᯒ ᯈᯅ ᯀᯅᯑᯀᯈᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯃᯈᯒᯓᯔᯑᯁ ᯀ ᯃᯈᯒᯓᯀᯍᯓ ᯃᯑᯄᯀᯌᮍ ᮁ᮲ᯇᯄ ᯒᯀᯈᯃ ᯒᯓᯀᯑᯒ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯄᯓᯄᯑᯍᯀᯋ—ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯖᯇᯄᯍ ᯈᯍᯕᯈᯒᯈᯁᯋᯄᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯑᯄᯌᯀᯈᯍᮍ ᮳ᯇᯀᯓ ᯄᯀᯂᯇ ᯎᯍᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯄᯘᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯀ ᯃᯄᯏᯀᯑᯓᯄᯃ ᯒᯎᯔᯋᮍᮁ

　　 ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀᮆᯒ ᯇᯄᯀᯑᯓ ᯂᯋᯄᯍᯂᯇᯄᯃ ᯕᯈᯎᯋᯄᯍᯓᯋᯘᮍ

　　 ᮲ᯇᯄᮆᯃ ᯍᯄᯕᯄᯑ ᯒᯄᯄᯍ ᮨᯋᯄᯘᯀᮆᯒ ᯌᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑᮍ

　　 ᮨᯍ ᯀᯋᯋ ᯑᯄᯂᯎᯑᯃᯄᯃ ᯇᯈᯒᯓᯎᯑᯈᯄᯒ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯑᯎᯘᯀᯋ ᯅᯀᯌᯈᯋᯘᮋ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯆᯄᯍᯓᯋᯄ ᯐᯔᯄᯄᯍ ᯒᯄᯄᯌᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯍᯄᯕᯄᯑ ᯄᯗᯈᯒᯓᯄᯃ—ᯍᯎᯓ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯀ ᯏᯎᯑᯓᯑᯀᯈᯓ ᯑᯄᯌᯀᯈᯍᯄᯃᮍ

　　 ᮭᯎᯖᮋ ᮨᯋᯄᯘᯀᮆᯒ ᯅᯈᯍᯆᯄᯑᯒ ᯓᯑᯄᯌᯁᯋᯄᯃ ᯅᯀᯈᯍᯓᯋᯘᮋ ᯀᯒ ᯈᯅ ᯁᯑᯔᯒᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᯒᯓ ᯀ ᯋᯎᯍᯆᮌᯒᯄᯀᯋᯄᯃ ᯖᯎᯔᯍᯃᮍ

　　 ᮁ᮶ᯇᮌᯖᯇᯀᯓ ᯇᯀᯏᯏᯄᯍᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄᯍᮍᮍᮍᮞᮁ

　　 ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯈᯍᯒᯓᯈᯍᯂᯓᯈᯕᯄᯋᯘ ᯑᯄᯀᯂᯇᯄᯃ ᯔᯏᮋ ᯖᯀᯍᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯌᯎᯎᯓᯇ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯑᯄᯀᯒᯄ ᯁᯄᯓᯖᯄᯄᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯈᯋᯕᯄᯑᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒᮆᯒ ᯁᯑᯎᯖᯒᮍ

　　 ᮁ᮳ᯇᯄᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯇᯀᯍᯂᯄᯋᯋᯎᯑ ᯒᯄᯈᯙᯄᯃ ᯏᯎᯖᯄᯑᮍ ᮥᯀᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯁᯄᯂᯀᯌᯄ ᯀᯍ ᯄᯌᯎᯓᯈᯎᯍᯋᯄᯒᯒ ᯏᯔᯏᯏᯄᯓᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯑᯎᯘᯀᯋ ᯅᯀᯌᯈᯋᯘ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯒᯂᯀᯓᯓᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯀᯂᯑᯎᯒᯒ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯋᯀᯍᯃᯒᮍ ᮣᯀᯘ ᯀᯅᯓᯄᯑ ᯃᯀᯘᮋ ᯒᯎᯌᯄ ᯂᯎᯍᯒᯏᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯇᯀᯍᯂᯄᯋᯋᯎᯑᮋ ᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑᯒ ᯂᯀᯑᯄᯃ ᯎᯍᯋᯘ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯏᯄᯑᯒᯎᯍᯀᯋ ᯆᯀᯈᯍᮍ ᮤᯕᯄᯑᯘᯎᯍᯄ ᯂᯇᯀᯍᯆᯄᯃᮍᮁ

　　 ᮠᯁᯑᯔᯏᯓᯋᯘᮋ ᮨᯋᯄᯘᯀ ᯓᯈᯆᯇᯓᯄᯍᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯀᯑᯌᯒᮋ ᯋᯎᯂᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯅᯈᯑᯌᯋᯘ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᯒᯓ ᯇᯄᯑᮍ

　　 ᮁᮤᯕᯄᯑᯘᯎᯍᯄ ᯖᯇᯎ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯊᯈᯍᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯌᯄ ᯃᯈᯒᯀᯏᯏᯄᯀᯑᯄᯃᮍ ᮭᯎᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯖᯎᯑᯋᯃ ᯈᯒ ᯄᯓᯄᯑᯍᯀᯋ—ᯏᯄᯎᯏᯋᯄ ᯀᯋᯖᯀᯘᯒ ᯂᯇᯀᯍᯆᯄᮍ ᮡᯔᯓ ᯒᯓᯀᯑᯒ ᯀᯑᯄ ᯃᯈᯅᯅᯄᯑᯄᯍᯓᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄᯘ ᯑᯄᯌᯀᯈᯍ ᯂᯎᯍᯒᯓᯀᯍᯓᮍᮁ

　　 ᮁ᮸ᯎᯔᯑᮍᮍᮍ ᯌᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑᮞᮁ

　　 ᮁ᮲ᯇᯄ ᯋᯄᯅᯓᮋᮁ ᮨᯋᯄᯘᯀᮆᯒ ᯕᯎᯈᯂᯄ ᯃᯑᯎᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯀ ᯍᯄᯀᯑᮌᯖᯇᯈᯒᯏᯄᯑᮋ ᮁᯎᯍ ᯀ ᯍᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯓᯇᯈᯒᮋ ᯁᯄᯍᯄᯀᯓᯇ ᯁᯋᯀᯙᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯓᯀᯑᯒᮍᮁ

　　 ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀᮆᯒ ᯏᯔᯏᯈᯋᯒ ᯂᯎᯍᯓᯑᯀᯂᯓᯄᯃ ᯒᯇᯀᯑᯏᯋᯘᮍ

　　 ᮭᯎᯖ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯔᯍᯃᯄᯑᯒᯓᯎᯎᯃ—

　　 ᯖᯇᯘ ᮨᯋᯄᯘᯀ ᯀᯋᯖᯀᯘᯒ ᯆᯀᯙᯄᯃ ᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯍᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯒᯊᯘ ᯀᯋᯎᯍᯄᮍ

　　 ᯖᯇᯘ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯒᯓᯀᯘᯄᯃ ᯏᯄᯑᯏᯄᯓᯔᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯈᯂᯘ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯃᯈᯒᯓᯀᯍᯓᮍ

　　 ᯖᯇᯘ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯍᯄᯕᯄᯑ ᯋᯄᯓ ᯀᯍᯘᯎᯍᯄ ᯍᯄᯀᯑ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯇᯄᯀᯑᯓᮍ

　　 ᮁᮍᮍᮍ᮸ᯎᯔᯑ ᮧᯈᯆᯇᯍᯄᯒᯒᮍᮁ

　　 ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯆᯄᯍᯓᯋᯘ ᯂᯈᯑᯂᯋᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯖᯀᯈᯒᯓᮋ ᯁᯔᯑᯘᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯅᯀᯂᯄ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᯒᯓ ᮨᯋᯄᯘᯀᮆᯒ ᯂᯇᯄᯒᯓᮍ

　　 ᮢᯀᯍᯃᯋᯄᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯅᯋᯈᯂᯊᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯀᯒ ᯒᯓᯀᯑᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯒᯏᯈᯋᯋᯄᯃ ᯎᯕᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯄᯌᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯒᯇᯀᯃᯎᯖᯒ ᯌᯄᯑᯆᯈᯍᯆ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯀᯋᯋᮍ

　　 ᮨᯋᯄᯘᯀᮆᯒ ᯒᯂᯎᯑᯂᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯁᯑᯄᯀᯓᯇ ᯅᯀᯍᯍᯄᯃ ᯀᯂᯑᯎᯒᯒ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀᮆᯒ ᯍᯄᯂᯊ—ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯒᯎᯌᯄ ᯋᯎᯍᯆᮌᯒᯔᯏᯏᯑᯄᯒᯒᯄᯃ ᯄᯌᯎᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯅᯈᯍᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯁᯑᯄᯀᯂᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯓᯒ ᯃᯀᯌᮍ

　　 ᮁ᮳ᯇᯎᯒᯄ ᯖᯇᯎ ᯀᯏᯏᯑᯎᯀᯂᯇ ᯌᯄ ᯀᯑᯄ ᯃᯎᯎᯌᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯌᯈᯒᯅᯎᯑᯓᯔᯍᯄᮍ ᮳ᯎᯍᯈᯆᯇᯓᮆᯒ ᯂᯀᯑᯀᯕᯀᯍ ᯀᯓᯓᯀᯂᯊ ᯑᯄᯌᯈᯍᯃᯄᯃ ᯌᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯌᯘ ᯋᯈᯓᯓᯋᯄ ᯒᯈᯒᯓᯄᯑ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯘᯄᯀᯑᯒ ᯏᯀᯒᯓ—ᯀᯋᯖᯀᯘᯒ ᯒᯌᯈᯋᯈᯍᯆᮋ ᯔᯍᯓᯈᯋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯋᯀᯘ ᯁᯋᯄᯄᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯓ ᯌᯘ ᯅᯄᯄᯓᮍᮁ

　　 ᮁ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯑᯄᯒᯄᯌᯁᯋᯀᯍᯂᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯔᯍᯂᯀᯍᯍᯘᮍᮁ

　　 ᮁᮡᯀᯂᯊ ᯓᯇᯄᯍᮋ ᯌᯘ ᯆᯔᯀᯑᯃᯒ ᯃᯑᯀᯆᯆᯄᯃ ᯌᯄ ᯀᯖᯀᯘ ᯁᯘ ᯅᯎᯑᯂᯄᮍ ᮳ᯇᯈᯒ ᯓᯈᯌᯄᮋ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯖᯎᯑᯒᯄ ᯋᯔᯂᯊᮍᮍᮍ ᮨ ᯌᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯑᯄᯋᯈᯕᯄ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯍᯈᯆᯇᯓᯌᯀᯑᯄᮍᮁ

　　 ᮁᮨ ᯃᯎᯍᮆᯓ ᯊᯍᯎᯖ ᯈᯅ ᮨᮆᯃ ᯂᯇᯎᯎᯒᯄ ᯓᯎ ᯅᯋᯄᯄ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯒᯂᯄᯍᯀᯑᯈᯎᮍ ᮡᯔᯓ ᮨ ᯊᯍᯎᯖ ᮨᮆᯃ ᯑᯄᯆᯑᯄᯓ ᯈᯓᮍᮁ

　　 ᮲ᯎ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯈᯓᮍ

　　 ᮳ᯇᯀᯓ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯖᯇᯘᮍᮍᮍ

　　 ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯇᯄᯋᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯁᯑᯄᯀᯓᯇᮍ

　　 ᮨᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯑᯄᯕᯈᯎᯔᯒ ᯂᯘᯂᯋᯄᮋ ᯒᯇᯄᮆᯃ ᯑᯄᯅᯔᯒᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯄᯒᯂᯀᯏᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯀᯌᯁᯔᯒᯇ ᯀᯋᯎᯍᯄᮋ ᯈᯍᯒᯓᯄᯀᯃ ᯂᯇᯀᯑᯆᯈᯍᯆ ᯅᯎᯎᯋᯈᯒᯇᯋᯘ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯑᯀᯏᮞ

　　 ᮲ᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃᯍᮆᯓ ᯀᯁᯀᯍᯃᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯎᯒᯄ ᯖᯇᯎ ᯒᯇᯎᯖᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯊᯈᯍᯃᯍᯄᯒᯒ—ᯄᯒᯏᯄᯂᯈᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯍᯎᯓ ᯓᯇᯎᯒᯄ ᯁᯄᯒᯈᯃᯄ ᯇᯄᯑᮍ

　　 ᮧᯄᯀᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᮨᯋᯄᯘᯀᮆᯒ ᯅᯀᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯕᯎᯈᯂᯄᮋ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯏᯑᯄᯒᯒᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯋᯈᯏᯒ ᯓᯎᯆᯄᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯆᯀᯕᯄ ᯀᯍ ᯀᯋᯌᯎᯒᯓ ᯈᯌᯏᯄᯑᯂᯄᯏᯓᯈᯁᯋᯄ ᯒᯇᯀᯊᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯇᯄᯀᯃᮍ

　　 ᮁ᮶ᯎᯍᮆᯓ ᯇᯀᯏᯏᯄᯍᮋᮁ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯋᯎᯋᯈ ᯋᯈᯅᯓᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯂᯇᯈᯍᮋ ᯀ ᯅᯑᯀᯆᯈᯋᯄ ᯒᯌᯈᯋᯄ ᯆᯈᯕᯈᯍᯆ ᯖᯀᯘ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯓᯄᯄᯋᯘ ᯃᯄᯓᯄᯑᯌᯈᯍᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯈᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯄᯘᯄᯒᮍ ᮁ᮶ᯇᯎ ᯃᯎ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯓᯇᯈᯍᯊ ᮨ ᯀᯌᮞ ᮨᮆᯌ ᯀ ᯆᯄᯍᯈᯔᯒ ᯁᯄᯀᯔᯓᯘ—ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯒᯂᯄᯍᯀᯑᯈᯎ ᯖᯎᯍᮆᯓ ᯎᯂᯂᯔᯑᮍᮁ

　　 ᮁ᮸ᯎᯔᮆᯑᯄᮍᮍᮍ ᯀ ᯏᯄᯓᮍᮁ

　　 ᮁᮧᯀᮀᮞᮁ

　　 ᮁᮯᯄᯑᯇᯀᯏᯒ ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯑᯈᯆᯇᯓᮋᮁ ᮨᯋᯄᯘᯀ ᯌᯔᯑᯌᯔᯑᯄᯃᮋ ᯇᯀᯋᯅ ᯓᯎ ᯇᯄᯑᯒᯄᯋᯅᮍ ᮁᮨ ᯒᯇᯎᯔᯋᯃᯍᮆᯓ ᯓᯀᯊᯄ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯀᯍᯘᯖᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᯃᯀᯍᯆᯄᯑᯎᯔᯒᮍ ᮲ᯇᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯊᯄᯄᯏ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯅᯎᯑᯄᯕᯄᯑ ᯏᯑᯄᯒᯄᯑᯕᯄᯃ ᯎᯍ ᯕᯄᯋᯕᯄᯓ ᯂᯔᯒᯇᯈᯎᯍᯒᮋ ᯃᯈᯒᯏᯋᯀᯘᯄᯃ ᯒᯀᯅᯄᯋᯘ ᯁᯄᯇᯈᯍᯃ ᯇᯈᯆᯇ ᯖᯀᯋᯋᯒᮍᮁ

　　 ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯏᯎᯔᯓᯄᯃᮋ ᯃᯄᯋᯈᯁᯄᯑᯀᯓᯄᯋᯘ ᯒᯂᯀᯓᯓᯄᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯇᯄᯄᯏᯒᯊᯈᯍ ᯏᯀᯑᯂᯇᯌᯄᯍᯓ ᯒᯇᯄᮆᯃ ᯀᯋᯑᯄᯀᯃᯘ ᯒᯂᯑᯈᯁᯁᯋᯄᯃ ᯀᯂᯑᯎᯒᯒ—ᯂᯑᯈᯍᯊᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯓ ᯍᯎᯈᯒᯈᯋᯘ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯅᯋᯎᯎᯑᮍ

　　 ᮁ᮶ᯇᯀᯓᮋ ᯋᯎᯎᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯃᯎᯖᯍ ᯎᯍ ᯌᯄᮞᮁ ᮯᯑᯎᯏᯏᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯂᯇᯈᯍᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯒᯖᯔᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯁᯀᯑᯄ ᯅᯄᯄᯓ ᯈᯍ ᮨᯋᯄᯘᯀᮆᯒ ᯋᯀᯏᮋ ᯓᯎᯄᯒ ᯁᯑᯔᯒᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯄᯀᯒᯈᯍᯆᯋᯘ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᯒᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒᮆᯒ ᯖᯑᯈᯒᯓᮍ ᮁᮨᮆᯌ ᯏᯋᯄᯍᯓᯘ ᯂᯀᯏᯀᯁᯋᯄᯝᮁ

　　 ᮁᮨ ᯒᯇᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯋᯎᯂᯊ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯀᯋᯀᯂᯄᮋᮁ ᮨᯋᯄᯘᯀ ᯅᯈᯍᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯌᯄᯓ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯆᯀᯙᯄᮋ ᯒᯈᯋᯕᯄᯑ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯌᯎᯋᯓᯄᯍ ᯒᯍᯎᯖᯂᯀᯏᯒ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯀᯍᯃᯋᯄᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᮍ ᮁ᮳ᯇᯀᯓᮆᯒ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯍᯋᯘ ᯓᯑᯔᯋᯘ ᯒᯀᯅᯄ ᯏᯋᯀᯂᯄᮍᮁ

　　 ᮁᮯᯅᯅᯓᮀ ᮠᯒ ᯈᯅᮀᮁ

　　 ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯉᯄᯑᯊᯄᯃ ᯔᯏᯑᯈᯆᯇᯓᮋ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄ ᯇᯀᯈᯑ ᯀᯑᯂᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯀᯈᯑᮍ ᮁᮨᮆᯃ ᯒᯔᯅᯅᯎᯂᯀᯓᯄ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄᯑᯄᮀᮁ

　　 ᮲ᯇᯄ ᯒᯔᯃᯃᯄᯍᯋᯘ ᯋᯄᯀᯍᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯔᯍᯓᯈᯋ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯍᯎᯒᯄᯒ ᯀᯋᯌᯎᯒᯓ ᯓᯎᯔᯂᯇᯄᯃᮍ ᮁᮩᯔᯒᯓ ᯖᯀᯈᯓ—ᮨᮆᯋᯋ ᯄᯒᯂᯀᯏᯄ ᯒᯎᯌᯄᯃᯀᯘ—ᮁ

　　 ᮁᮠᯍᯃ ᯋᯀᯔᯆᯇ ᯀᯓ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯌᯄᯑᯂᯈᯋᯄᯒᯒᯋᯘᮀᮁ

　　 ᮢᯇᯈᯍ ᯓᯈᯋᯓᯄᯃ ᯓᯑᯈᯔᯌᯏᯇᯀᯍᯓᯋᯘᮋ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯅᯑᯎᯙᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯍᯄᯗᯓ ᯈᯍᯒᯓᯀᯍᯓᮍ

　　 ᮨᯋᯄᯘᯀ ᯓᯖᯈᯒᯓᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯖᯑᯈᯒᯓ ᯈᯍ ᯀ ᯕᯈᯂᯄ ᯆᯑᯈᯏᮋ ᯘᯀᯍᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯅᯎᯑᯖᯀᯑᯃᮍ

　　 ᮁᮮᯇᮞᮁ

　　 ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒᮆᯒ ᯕᯎᯈᯂᯄ ᯃᯑᯎᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯃᯀᯍᯆᯄᯑᯎᯔᯒᯋᯘ ᯋᯎᯖᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯇᯀᯍᯃ ᯀᯋᯑᯄᯀᯃᯘ ᯂᯑᯀᯃᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀᮆᯒ ᯍᯀᯏᯄᮋ ᯅᯈᯍᯆᯄᯑᯒ ᯓᯀᯍᯆᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯍ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄ ᯋᯎᯂᯊᯒᮍ

　　 ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯅᯄᯋᯓ ᮨᯋᯄᯘᯀᮆᯒ ᯁᯑᯄᯀᯓᯇ—ᯖᯀᯑᯌ ᯘᯄᯓ ᯓᯇᯑᯄᯀᯓᯄᯍᯈᯍᯆ—ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᯒᯓ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯄᯀᯑᮍ

　　 ᮁ᮲ᯇᯀᯋᯋ ᯖᯄ ᯁᯄᯆᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯔᯍᯈᯒᯇᯌᯄᯍᯓ ᯍᯎᯖᮞᮁ

　　 ᮨᯋᯄᯘᯀᮆᯒ ᯅᯈᯍᯆᯄᯑᯒ ᯓᯑᯀᯈᯋᯄᯃ ᯒᯋᯎᯖᯋᯘ ᯃᯎᯖᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯏᯈᯍᯄᮍ ᮁᮡᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄ ᯌᯘ ᯋᯈᯓᯓᯋᯄ ᯏᯄᯓ ᯆᯄᯓᯒ ᯀᯍᯘ ᯌᯎᯑᯄ ᯄᯒᯂᯀᯏᯄ ᯈᯃᯄᯀᯒᮍᮁ

　　 ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀᮆᯒ ᯄᯀᯑᯒ ᯁᯔᯑᯍᯄᯃ ᯂᯑᯈᯌᯒᯎᯍᮋ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯔᯁᯁᯎᯑᯍᯋᯘ ᯑᯄᯅᯔᯒᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯘᯈᯄᯋᯃᮍ ᮁ᮶ᮌᯖᯇᯎᮆᯒ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯏᯄᯓᮀ ᮶ᯄᮆᯑᯄ ᯄᯐᯔᯀᯋᯒᮀᮁ

　　 ᮁᮧᯌᯏᯇᮍᮁ

　　 ᮨᯋᯄᯘᯀᮆᯒ ᯌᯎᯎᯍᯋᯈᯓ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯂᯔᯑᯕᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯀᯌᯔᯒᯄᯌᯄᯍᯓᮍ ᮁ᮫ᯄᯓᮆᯒ ᯑᯄᯂᯎᯔᯍᯓ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯈᯍᯒᯎᯋᯄᯍᯓ ᯁᯄᯇᯀᯕᯈᯎᯑ ᯒᯈᯍᯂᯄ ᯃᯄᯒᯂᯄᯍᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯁᯒᯄᯑᯕᯀᯓᯎᯑᯘᮍᮁ

　　 ᮧᯄᯑ ᯓᯎᯍᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯋᯄᯓᯇᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯂᯀᯋᯌᮋ ᯒᯄᯀᯓᯄᯃ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯀ ᯋᯈᯕᯈᯍᯆ法典 ᮇᯋᯄᯆᯀᯋ ᯂᯎᯃᯄᮈᮍ

　　 ᮁᮍᮍᮍᮥᯈᯅᯓᯘᮌᯄᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯌᯈᯍᯔᯓᯄᯒᮍᮁ

　　 ᮨᯋᯄᯘᯀ ᯁᯎᯔᯍᯃ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀᮆᯒ ᯑᯄᯒᯓᯋᯄᯒᯒ ᯅᯄᯄᯓ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯀ ᯁᯎᯖ ᯒᯇᯀᯏᯄ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯇᯀᯈᯑ ᯂᯇᯀᯈᯍᮋ ᯕᯎᯈᯂᯄ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯅᯋᯀᯌᯄ ᯒᯇᯄᯀᯓᯇᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯈᯂᯄᮍ

　　 ᮁ᮳ᯇᯈᯒ ᯈᯒ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯃᯈᯒᯂᯈᯏᯋᯈᯍᯀᯑᯘ ᯏᯄᯑᯈᯎᯃ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯓᯎᯃᯀᯘᮆᯒ ᯋᯄᯆᯀᯋ ᯕᯈᯎᯋᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍᯒᮍᮁ

　　 ᮁᮮᯎᯇᯝ ᯆᯎᯍᯍᯀ ᯏᯔᯍᯈᯒᯇ ᯌᯄᮞᮁ

　　 ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀᮆᯒ ᯂᯎᯋᯃᮌᯒᯂᯄᯍᯓᯄᯃ ᯓᯎᯄᯒ ᯏᯑᯄᯒᯒᯄᯃ ᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᯋᯘ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᯒᯓ ᮨᯋᯄᯘᯀᮆᯒ ᯋᯈᯏᯒᮍ

　　 ᮲ᯓᯀᯑᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯅᯑᯀᯂᯓᯔᯑᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯂᯑᯈᯌᯒᯎᯍ ᯄᯘᯄᯒᮍ ᮁ᮶ᯈᯓᯇ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯒᯏᯄᯂᯈᯀᯋᯓᯘᮍᮍᮍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᮪ᯈᯒᯒ ᯎᯅ ᮮᯑᯃᯄᯑᮞᮁ

　　 ᮴ᯍᯃᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯎᯎᯍᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᮋ ᯒᯓᯑᯀᯍᯃᯒ ᯎᯅ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯒᯈᯋᯕᯄᯑ ᯇᯀᯈᯑ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯔᯍᯊᯍᯎᯖᯈᯍᯆᯋᯘ ᯓᯀᯍᯆᯋᯄᯃ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯀᯍ ᯈᯍᯄᯗᯓᯑᯈᯂᯀᯁᯋᯄ ᯊᯍᯎᯓᮍ

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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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