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

Chapter 5

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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᮰ᯒᮑᮝᮞ ᮙᮤᮯ᮰

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮣᮧᮑᮤᮤᮕᮔ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮑᮧᮑᮩᮼ ᮰ᯗᮻᯗ ᮧᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮤᮕᮜᮜ ᮩᮟᮥᮯ ᯗᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮑ ᮣᮕᮓᮢᮕᮤᮯ᮰

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮣᮝᮥᮗᮜᮩ ᮢᮑᮙᮣᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮘᮙᮞᮼ ᮰ᮃᮘᮟᮢᮤᮩᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮓᮑᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮒᮕᮑᮤ ᮝᮕ ᮞᮟᮧᮼ᮰

᮰ᯖᮕᮩᮺ ᮧᮑᮞᮞᮑ ᮤᮕᮣᮤ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮣᮤᮢᮟᮞᮗ ᮝᮩ ᮖᮙᮣᮤᮣ ᮑᮢᮕᯍ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮣᮧᮥᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮙᮞᮩ ᮖᮙᮣᮤᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮕᮖᮖᮟᮢᮤᮜᮕᮣᮣᮜᮩ ᮓᮑᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮙᮤᮼ

ᮄᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮠᮕᮤᮙᮤᮕᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮤᮢᮕᮞᮗᮤᮘ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩ ᮣᮥᮢᮠᮑᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮜᮟᮜᮙ᮵ᮣᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮢᮑᮧᮞᮩ ᮤᮩᮠᮕᮼ

᮰ᯕᮢᮢᮺ ᮔᮑᮝᮞ ᮙᮤᮺ᮰ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮘᮥᮖᮖᮕᮔᮺ ᮢᮕᮤᮢᮑᮓᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮼ ᮰ᯗᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮗᮟᮤᮤᮑ ᮒᮕ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮥᮣᮕᮜᮕᮣᮣ ᮜᮥᮝᮠᮣ ᮟᮞ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮓᮘᮕᮣᮤᮼ ᯑᮑᮢᮢᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮒᮕᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮧᮑᮤᮓᮘ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮟᮢ ᮩᮟᮥ᮵ᮜᮜ ᮗᮢᮟᮧ ᮝᮥᮣᮓᮜᮕᮣᮼ᮰

᮰ᯖᮝᮠᮘᮺ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮒᮕᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮖᮜᮑᮤᮻᮑᮣᮻᮑᮻᮒᮟᮑᮢᮔ ᮣᮕᮜᮖᮮ᮰

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮣᮘᮑᮝᮕᮜᮕᮣᮣᮜᮩ ᮣᮤᮢᮥᮓᮛ ᮑ ᮠᮟᮣᮕᮺ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮘᮑᮞᮔ ᮟᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮙᮠᮺ ᮗᮙᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔᮕᮢᮣ ᮑ ᮣᮘᮑᮛᮕ—ᮓᮑᮥᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮓᮕᮢᮤᮑᮙᮞ ᮚᮙᮗᮗᮜᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮝᮑᮔᮕ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ᮵ᮣ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮒᮥᮢᮞ ᮢᮕᮔᮼ

᮰ᯔᮜᮑᮤ ᮓᮘᮕᮣᮤᮣ ᮠᮑᮦᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮢᮕᮑᮤᮞᮕᮣᮣᮯ ᮅᮗᮘᮯ ᮇᮘᮑᮤᮕᮦᮕᮢᮯ ᯐᮢᮟᮣ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮧᮟᮕᮣᮺ ᮑᮜᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᯍ ᮉᮟᮥ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮑ ᮒᮜᮟᮞᮔᮕ ᮒᮟᮝᮒᮣᮘᮕᮜᮜᮺ ᯗ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮑ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮜᮟᮜᮙ—ᮧᮕ’ᮢᮕ ᮕᮦᮕᮞᮯ ᯜᮟ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮝᮟᮓᮛᮙᮞᮗᮯ᮰

᮰ᯐᮙᮗ ᮓᮘᮕᮣᮤᮣ ᮗᮑᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮣᮣᮕᮣᮯ ᮉᮟᮥ’ᮢᮕ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮒᮑᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮓᮟᮝᮕᮒᮑᮓᮛᮣᮮ᮰

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮠᮟᮥᮤᮕᮔᮼ ᮰ᯐᮥᮤ… ᮖᮙᮞᮕᮼ ᯔᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮑᮛᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮟᮥᮢ ᮒᮢᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮘᮟᮟᮔᮺ ᯗ’ᮜᮜ ᮓᮑᮜᮜ ᮑ ᮤᮢᮥᮓᮕᮼ᮰

᮰ᮄᮓᮘᮼ ᯖᮕᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮙᮣ ᮔᮟᮧᮞᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮣᮥᮣᮠᮙᮓᮙᮟᮥᮣᮼ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮓᮢᮟᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮢᮝᮣᮺ ᮕᮩᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮟᮜᮔᮕᮞᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮧᮑᮢᮙᮜᮩᮼ

ᯙᮞᮟᮧᮙᮞᮗ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕᮺ ᮟᮞᮓᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮗᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮥᮠᮠᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮑᮞ ᮑᮢᮗᮥᮝᮕᮞᮤᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ’ᮔ ᮢᮥᮒ ᮙᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑᮤ ᮜᮕᮑᮣᮤ ᮘᮑᮜᮖ ᮑᮞ ᮘᮟᮥᮢᮼ ᮉᮕᮤ ᮤᮟᮔᮑᮩᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮜᮕᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮗᮟ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮑ ᮖᮕᮧ ᮧᮟᮢᮔᮣᯍ ᮃᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ’ᮣ ᮥᮠᮼ

ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮧᮕᮙᮢᮔᮕᮢᮺ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ’ᮣ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮖᮜᮥᮣᮘᮕᮔᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮢᮝᮣ ᮖᮙᮔᮗᮕᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮧᮛᮧᮑᮢᮔᮜᮩ—ᮑᮓᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮒᮑᮣᮘᮖᮥᮜ ᮣᮓᮘᮟᮟᮜᮗᮙᮢᮜ…

ᮃᮥᮣᮠᮙᮓᮙᮟᮥᮣ… ᮆᮕᮢᮩ ᮣᮥᮣᮠᮙᮓᮙᮟᮥᮣ…

ᯐᮥᮤ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢᮣᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮥᮤᮙᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩ ᮠᮕᮕᮛᮕᮔ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔᮺ ᮕᮞᮣᮥᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮞᮟ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮕᮑᮢᮒᮩᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮠᮥᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮓᮜᮟᮣᮕᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮤᮙᮞᮩ ᮘᮕᮑᮔᮣ ᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮤᮟᮗᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕ ᮖᮜᮥᮖᮖᮒᮑᮜᮜ ᮧᮘᮙᮣᮠᮕᮢᮕᮔᯈ

᮰ᮉ’ᮛᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮙᮦᮕ ᮥᮠᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮣᮘᮟᮧᮕᮔ ᮥᮠᮼ ᯏᮢᮕ ᮛᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮞᮟᮒᮜᮕᮣ ᮒᮟᮢᮞ ᮗᮢᮕᮑᮤᯍᮯ ᮃᮙᮞᮓᮕ ᮧᮕ ᮒᮟᮤᮘ ᮓᮢᮟᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮤᮟᮗᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮝᮥᮣᮤ ᮒᮕ ᮖᮑᮤᮕᮯ ᮇᮕ’ᮢᮕ ᮔᮕᮣᮤᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮙᮗᮯ᮰

᮰ᯐᮻᯐᮙᮗᯍᮯ᮰

᮰ᮉᮕᮑᮘᮯ᮰

ᮃᮕᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮠᮑᮢᮛᮜᮕ ᮙᮞ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ’ᮣ ᮕᮩᮕᮣᮺ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮣᮝᮙᮢᮛᮕᮔᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮛᮞᮕᮧ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮢᮟ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ’ᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮩᮠᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮟᮧ ᮤᮟ ᮖᮑᮤᮕ ᮟᮢ ᮣᮕᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮝᮕᮔᮙᮟᮓᮢᮙᮤᮩᮼ

ᯏᮞᮔ ᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮧᮕᮢᮕᮞ’ᮤ ᮑᮜᮟᮞᮕ—ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮕᮑᮓᮘ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮼ ᮄᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮠᮟᮤᮕᮞᮤᮙᮑᮜ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮝᮥᮜᮤᮙᮠᮜᮙᮕᮔᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮔᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮕᮝᮒᮕᮢᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤ ᮢᮟᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮤᮟ ᮜᮙᮖᮕᮼ

᮰ᯗ’ᮦᮕ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮗᮑᮤᮘᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮜᮼ ᮇᮕ’ᮢᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯝᮣᮜᮟᮦ ᯓᮝᮠᮙᮢᮕᮺ ᮧᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮓᮘᮑᮟᮣ ᮢᮕᮙᮗᮞᮣᮼ ᯐᮕᮣᮙᮔᮕᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮙᮦᮕ ᮠᮢᮙᮞᮓᮕᮣᮣᮕᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮢᮕᮕ ᮠᮢᮙᮞᮓᮕᮣ—ᮑᮜᮜ ᮑᮤ ᮕᮑᮓᮘ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ’ᮣ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮑᮤᮣᮼ ᮃᮟᮺ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᯈ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮤᮑᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮃᮕᮓᮟᮞᮔ ᮀᮢᮙᮞᮓᮕᮣᮣᮺ ᯗ’ᮜᮜ ᮤᮑᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯔᮙᮢᮣᮤᮼ ᮄᮟᮗᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮧᮕ’ᮜᮜ ᮓᮟᮞᮡᮥᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮝᮠᮙᮢᮕᮯ᮰

᮰ᯓᮨᮑᮓᮤᮜᮩᮯ᮰ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮞᮟᮔᮔᮕᮔ ᮕᮑᮗᮕᮢᮜᮩᮼ ᮰ᯗ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮛᮙᮞᮗ’ᮣ ᮑ ᮖᮙᮗᮥᮢᮕᮘᮕᮑᮔ—ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮑᮜ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢ ᮜᮙᮕᮣ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮢᮙᮝᮕ ᮝᮙᮞᮙᮣᮤᮕᮢ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮞᮟᮒᮜᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮞᮓᮙᮜᮼ ᮀᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮖᮕᮔ ᮥᮠᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮝᮩᮼᮼᮼ ᮠᮑᮢᮕᮞᮤᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮥᮓᮑᮜ ᮘᮟᮥᮣᮕᮘᮟᮜᮔ ᮣᮥᮠᮠᮟᮢᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮗᮙᮝᮕᮼ᮰

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮘᮕᮣᮙᮤᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮔ ᮠᮑᮢᮕᮞᮤᮣᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮡᮥᮙᮓᮛᮜᮩ ᮣᮘᮟᮟᮛ ᮟᮖᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮜᮟᮟᮝᮼ

᮰ᮄᮘᮕ ᮟᮠᮠᮟᮣᮙᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮣᮑᮩᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮞᮟᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕᮣᮺ ᯝᮣᮜᮟᮦ ᮧᮙᮜᮜ ᮓᮟᮜᮜᮑᮠᮣᮕᮼ ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮜᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮙᮜᮜ ᮒᮕ ᮢᮥᮙᮞᮕᮔᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮕ’ᮜᮜ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮞᮟᮧᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮟᮼ᮰

᮰ᮄᮓᮘᮺ ᮙᮤ’ᮣ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮒᮑᮔᯍ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮗᮞᮑᮧᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮼ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕᮟᮢᮙᮕᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮒᮑᮣᮕᮔ ᮟᮞ ᮝᮟᮔᮕᮢᮞ ᮜᮟᮗᮙᮓᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮕᮝᮠᮙᮢᮕ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ’ᮤ ᮘᮥᮗᮕᮺ ᮩᮕᮤ ᮕᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮢᮟᮩᮑᮜᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮣᮓᮘᮕᮝᮙᮞᮗᯍ

ᯒᮑᮝᮞᮺ ᮙᮤ’ᮣ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮔᮑᮝᮞ ᮒᮑᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮢᮟᮩᮑᮜᮕᮼ

ᮄᮙᮞᮩ ᯝᮣᮜᮟᮦᮺ ᮕᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮝᮑᮣᮤᮕᮢ ᮓᮘᮕᮖᮣᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮖᮑᮓᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮘᮑᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮙᮝᮠᮜᮟᮔᮕᮔ ᮩᮕᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮝᮙᮢᮑᮓᮜᮕ—ᮠᮢᮟᮠᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮘᮟᮜᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮤ ᮤᮟᮗᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮛᮞᮕᮧ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮟᮥᮞᮔᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮢᮟᮤᮤᮕᮞᯍ

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕᮺ ᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮔᮥᮛᮕ’ᮣ ᮔᮑᮥᮗᮘᮤᮕᮢᮺ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮧᮑᮩ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮜᮼ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮤᮢᮥᮣᮤᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮤᮕᮜᮩᮼ

ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮒᮟᮞᮔ ᮞᮕᮕᮔᮕᮔ ᮞᮟ ᮧᮟᮢᮔᮣᮼ

ᮃᮞᮑᮠᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮑᮓᮛᮺ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮣᮛᮕᮤᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮢᮕᮕ ᮒᮑᮢᮛᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮠᮟᮙᮞᮤᮕᮔᮼ ᮰ᮇᮕ’ᮢᮕ ᮘᮕᮢᮕᮼ ᮇᮘᮕᮢᮕ’ᮣ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮠᮜᮑᮓᮕᯍ ᯚᮕᮤ’ᮣ ᮣᮞᮕᮑᮛ ᮙᮞᮺ ᮝᮑᮛᮕ ᮙᮤ ᮟᮥᮢ ᮒᮑᮣᮕᮺ ᮣᮞᮑᮗ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮠᮢᮙᮞᮓᮕᮣᮣᮕᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮣᮤᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮤᮑᮛᮕ ᮔᮟᮧᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮢᮙᮝᮕ ᮝᮙᮞᮙᮣᮤᮕᮢ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮠᮢᮙᮞᮓᮕᮣᮼ᮰

᮰ᮅᮗᮘᮺ ᮝᮩ ᮘᮟᮝᮕ’ᮣ ᮘᮕᮢᮕᮼ᮰

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮢᮑᮙᮣᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮙᮗᮘᮺ ᮝᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮟᮜᮙ ᮗᮑᮣᮠᮼ ᮰ᮇᮘᮑᮤᯍᮯ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮒᮟᮢᮔᮕᮢᯍᮯ᮰

᮰ᮉᮕᮠᮼ ᯖᮑᮜᮖ ᮑ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮙᮞᮕᮞᮤ ᮑᮧᮑᮩᮼ᮰

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮣᮜᮥᮝᮠᮕᮔᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮗᮟᮜᮔᮕᮞ ᮤᮧᮙᮞᮻᮤᮑᮙᮜᮣ ᮔᮢᮟᮟᮠᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᮰ᮀᮜᮥᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ’ᮢᮕ ᮠᮢᮟᮻᮕᮝᮠᮙᮢᮕᮼ ᯕᮟᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ’ᮣ ᮣᮥᮙᮓᮙᮔᮕᮼ ᯗ’ᮦᮕ ᮤᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮕᮣᮓᮑᮠᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮙᮔᮣ ᮑᮜᮧᮑᮩᮣ ᮓᮑᮤᮓᮘ ᮝᮕᮼ᮰

᮰ᮄᮘᮕᮞ ᮘᮟᮧ’ᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮗᮕᮤ ᮘᮕᮢᮕᯍᮯ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮡᮥᮕᮣᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮜᮟᮟᮠᮕᮔ ᮒᮑᮓᮛᮼ ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮣᮟᮜᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮙᮗ ᮣᮤᮥᮖᮖᮺ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ’ᮣ ᮓᮥᮢᮙᮟᮣᮙᮤᮩ ᮖᮜᮑᮢᮕᮔᮼ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮢᮥᮒᮩ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮗᮜᮕᮑᮝᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮝ ᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮼ

᮰ᮇᮕ ᮓᮢᮟᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮖᮙᮦᮕ ᮔᮑᮩᮣ ᮑᮗᮟᮺ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᯍ ᯐᮥᮤ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮟᮥᮤ ᮓᮑᮢᮣ ᮟᮢ ᮠᮜᮑᮞᮕᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ’ᮣ ᮞᮟ ᮧᮑᮩ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮤᮢᮑᮦᮕᮜᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮖᮑᮣᮤᮼ᮰

᮰ᮅᮗᮘᮺ ᮔᮟ ᯗ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮑᮩ…᮰

᮰ᮃᮠᮙᮜᮜ ᮙᮤᮺ ᮤᮢᮑᮣᮘᮯ᮰

᮰ᯔᮻᯔᮙᮞᮕᮯ᮰ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮘᮥᮖᮖᮕᮔᮺ ᮖᮜᮙᮠᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮙᮢᮼ ᮰ᯗ ᮤᮕᮜᮕᮠᮟᮢᮤᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢᮕᮯ᮰

᮰ᯖᮟᮜᮩ ᮣᮘ—ᮯ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ’ᮣ ᮠᮥᮠᮙᮜᮣ ᮣᮘᮟᮟᮛᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮗᮢᮑᮒᮒᮕᮔ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ’ᮣ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮣᮺ ᮦᮙᮒᮢᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗᮼ

᮰ᯐᮢᮟ—ᮞᮟᮺ ᮣᮙᮣᮯ ᯗᮖ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮓᮑᮞ ᮤᮕᮜᮕᮠᮟᮢᮤᮺ ᮧᮘᮩ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮪ᮑᮠ ᮥᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮠᮙᮤᮑᮜᯍᮯ ᮇᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮗᮢᮑᮞᮔ ᮑᮢᮓᮘᮝᮑᮗᮕᮯ ᯒᮟᮞ’ᮤ ᮖᮟᮢᮗᮕᮤ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮒᮢᮟ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮩᮟᮥ’ᮢᮕ ᮖᮑᮝᮟᮥᮣᮯ᮰

᮰ᯗᮻᯗᮤ’ᮣ ᮥᮞᮣᮤᮑᮒᮜᮕᮯ᮰

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮖᮜᮥᮣᮘᮕᮔᮺ ᮣᮓᮟᮟᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮢᮕᮕ ᮘᮟᮜᮜᮟᮧᮼ ᮰ᯜᮟ ᮓᮜᮥᮕ ᮧᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᯗ’ᮜᮜ ᮕᮞᮔ ᮥᮠ—ᮝᮑᮩᮒᮕ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢᮧᮑᮤᮕᮢ ᮟᮢ ᮙᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮑ ᮧᮑᮜᮜᮯ ᮀᮜᮥᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮓᮤᮙᮦᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ’ᮣ… ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮙᮓᮑᮤᮕᮔ…᮰

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮤᮟᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮙᮢ ᮙᮞ ᮔᮕᮖᮕᮑᮤᮼ ᮰ᯏᮞᮩᮧᮑᮩᮺ ᮙᮤ’ᮣ ᮑ ᮞᮟᮻᮗᮟ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮞᮟᮧᮯ᮰

᮰ᮄᮓᮘᮼ ᮅᮣᮕᮜᮕᮣᮣ ᮤᮢᮑᮣᮘᮼ᮰

᮰ᮉᮟᮥ’ᮢᮕ ᮥᮣᮕᮜᮕᮣᮣᮯ᮰

᮰ᯛᮕᮘᮺ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮕᮨᮠᮕᮓᮤ ᮝᮥᮓᮘᮮ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮖᮜᮙᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢ ᮥᮠᮧᮑᮢᮔᮼ ᮰ᯛᮩ ᮟᮢᮙᮗᮙᮞᮑᮜ ᮠᮜᮑᮞ ᮧᮑᮣᯈ ᮕᮑᮢᮞ ᮤᮢᮑᮦᮕᮜ ᮖᮥᮞᮔᮣᮺ ᮢᮙᮔᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮑ ᮒᮙᮗ ᮓᮙᮤᮩᮺ ᮗᮕᮤ ᮢᮙᮓᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮒᮥᮩ ᮜᮑᮞᮔᮺ ᮜᮙᮦᮕ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮡᮥᮕᮕᮞᮼ ᯐᮥᮤ ᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮓᮘᮑᮟᮣᯍ ᯚᮕᮤ’ᮣ ᮑᮙᮝ ᮘᮙᮗᮘᮕᮢ—ᮣᮞᮑᮗ ᮠᮢᮙᮞᮓᮕᮣᮣᮕᮣᮺ ᮢᮥᮜᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮝᮠᮙᮢᮕᮯ᮰

᮰ᯖᮟᮧᯍᮯ᮰

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮔᮕᮑᮔᮠᮑᮞᮞᮕᮔᮼ ᮰ᮉᮟᮥ’ᮢᮕ ᮑ ᮤᮧᮙᮗ—ᮞᮟ ᮣᮧᮟᮢᮔ ᮣᮛᮙᮜᮜᮣᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮢᮟᮩᮑᮜᮣ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮘᮕᮑᮦᮙᮜᮩ ᮗᮥᮑᮢᮔᮕᮔᮼ ᯐᮥᮤ ᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮖᮕᮜᮜᮟᮧ ᮤᮢᮑᮞᮣᮝᮙᮗᮢᮑᮤᮟᮢᮺ ᮗᮟᮤ ᮑᮞᮩ ᯝᮀ ᮝᮑᮗᮙᮓᯍᮯ᮰

᮰ᯖᮕᮘᮕᮺ ᮞᮟᮠᮕᮺ ᮞᮑᮔᮑᮺ ᮪ᮙᮜᮓᮘᮮ᮰

ᮋᮙᮝᮗᯋᯅᮾᮾᮺᯃᯀᯄᮍᮘᮤᮤᮠᮣᯈᮽᮽᮢᮣᮣᮼᮣᮖᮑᮓᮗᮼᮓᮟᮝᮽᮧᮕᮒᮽᮞᮟᮦᮕᮜᮽᮙᮝᮑᮗᮕᮣᮽᮅᮠᮜᮟᮑᮔᮀᮙᮓᮽᯀᮾᯀᯃᮾᯂᮽᮾᮿᮽᮿᯄᮕᯆᮒᯆᮑᮑᮻᮓᯃᯀᯆᮻᯂᯇᮒᮒᮻᯇᮔᮾᮖᮻᮾᮾᯅᯇᯆᮕᮖᯁᯀᯁᯆᯄᮼᮚᮠᮗᮋᮽᮙᮝᮗᮍ

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮣᮠᮢᮕᮑᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮢᮝᮣᮺ ᮗᮢᮙᮞᮞᮙᮞᮗ—ᮥᮞᮤᮙᮜ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮖᮜᮙᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮟᮢᮕᮘᮕᮑᮔᮼ

᮰ᯝᮧᮯ ᮉᮟᮥ ᮔᮑᮢᮕᯍᮯ᮰

᮰ᯏᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᯗ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮣᮕᮓᮢᮕᮤ ᮤᮕᮓᮘᮞᮙᮡᮥᮕ…᮰ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮣᮙᮗᮘᮕᮔᮼ ᮰ᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮘᮟᮤ ᮑᮙᮢᮼ᮰

᮰ᯖᮻᯖᮕᮩᮯ ᯗ’ᮦᮕ ᮗᮟᮤ ᮑ ᮠᮜᮑᮞᮯ ᯚᮟᮟᮛᮯ᮰

ᯛᮩᮣᮤᮕᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣᮺ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮠᮥᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮓᮢᮥᮝᮠᮜᮕᮔ ᮠᮑᮠᮕᮢ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮜᮟᮤᮘᮕᮣᮼ

᮰ᯑᮟᮝᮕ ᮟᮞᮺ ᯚᮑᮟ ᯏᮙᮯ ᯚᮕᮤ’ᮣ ᮗᮟ ᮣᮜᮑᮩ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮗᮟᮒᮜᮙᮞᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮗᮕᮤ ᮢᮙᮓᮘᮯ᮰

ᮻᮻᮻ

᮱᮱᮱ ᮄᮢᮑᮞᮣᮜᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᯜᮟᮤᮕᮣᯈ
ᮿᮼ ᯑᮥᮜᮤᮥᮢᮑᮜᮽᯚᮙᮞᮗᮥᮙᮣᮤᮙᮓ ᯏᮔᮑᮠᮤᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣᯈ
ᮻ ᮰王侯将相宁有种乎？᮰ → ᮰ᯏᮢᮕ ᮛᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮞᮟᮒᮜᮕᮣ ᮒᮟᮢᮞ ᮗᮢᮕᮑᮤᯍᮯ᮰ ᮶ᯏ ᮜᮟᮟᮣᮕ ᮑᮔᮑᮠᮤᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯑᮘᮙᮞᮕᮣᮕ ᮙᮔᮙᮟᮝᮺ ᮓᮟᮞᮦᮕᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮒᮕᮜᮜᮙᮟᮥᮣ ᮤᮟᮞᮕᮼ᮷
ᮻ ᮰乳不巨何以聚人心？᮰ → ᮰ᯐᮙᮗ ᮓᮘᮕᮣᮤᮣ ᮗᮑᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮣᮣᮕᮣᮯ᮰ ᮶ᮂᮕᮤᮑᮙᮞᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮜᮑᮩᮖᮥᮜᮺ ᮠᮢᮟᮦᮕᮢᮒᮙᮑᮜ ᮣᮤᮩᮜᮕᮼ᮷
ᮻ ᮰肺雾᮰ → ᮰ᮘᮟᮤ ᮑᮙᮢ᮰ ᮶ᮃᮜᮑᮞᮗ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮕᮝᮠᮤᮩ ᮒᮟᮑᮣᮤᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮜᮟᮓᮑᮜᮙ᮪ᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮞᮑᮤᮥᮢᮑᮜ ᮖᮜᮟᮧᮼ᮷

ᯀᮼ ᯑᮘᮑᮢᮑᮓᮤᮕᮢ ᮆᮟᮙᮓᮕᯈ
ᮻ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑᯈ ᮃᮞᮑᮢᮛᮩᮺ ᮝᮟᮔᮕᮢᮞᮻᮣᮜᮑᮞᮗᮻᮘᮕᮑᮦᮩ ᮶᮰ᮒᮢᮟᮣ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮧᮟᮕᮣᮺ᮰ ᮰ᯝᮀ ᮝᮑᮗᮙᮓ᮰᮷ᮼ
ᮻ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕᯈ ᯐᮢᮑᮣᮘ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮖᮜᮥᮣᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔᮺ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮣᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢᮕ ᮦᮙᮒᮕᮣ ᮶᮰ᮥᮣᮕᮜᮕᮣᮣ ᮤᮢᮑᮣᮘ᮰᮷ᮼ

ᯁᮼ ᯔᮟᮢᮝᮑᮤᮤᮙᮞᮗᯈ
ᮻ ᮀᮢᮕᮣᮕᮢᮦᮕᮔ ᮜᮙᮞᮕ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮛᮣᮺ ᮙᮤᮑᮜᮙᮓᮣ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮕᮝᮠᮘᮑᮣᮙᮣᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮝᮒᮕᮔᮔᮕᮔ ᮙᮝᮑᮗᮕ ᮤᮑᮗᮼ

ᯂᮼ ᮀᮑᮓᮙᮞᮗᮽᮄᮟᮞᮕᯈ
ᮻ ᯔᮑᮣᮤᮻᮠᮑᮓᮕᮔ ᮒᮑᮞᮤᮕᮢ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮓᮟᮝᮕᮔᮙᮓ ᮤᮙᮝᮙᮞᮗ ᮶᮰ᯖᮟᮜᮩ ᮣᮘ—ᮯ᮰᮷ᮼ
ᮻ ᯑᮑᮣᮥᮑᮜᮺ ᮒᮥᮔᮔᮩᮻᮝᮟᮦᮙᮕ ᮔᮩᮞᮑᮝᮙᮓ ᮶᮰ᯚᮑᮟ ᯏᮙ᮰ ᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮤᮕᮑᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮞᮙᮓᮛᮞᮑᮝᮕ᮷ᮼ

ᯚᮕᮤ ᮝᮕ ᮛᮞᮟᮧ ᮙᮖ ᮩᮟᮥ᮵ᮔ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑᮞᮩ ᮢᮕᮖᮙᮞᮕᮝᮕᮞᮤᮣᮯ

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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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