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

Chapter 52

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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　　ᮁᮦᯑᯄᯀᯓᮍᮁ

　　᮳ᯇᯄ ᯃᯈᯒᯓᯀᯍᯂᯄ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯎᯑᯃᯄᯑ ᯁᯄᯓᯖᯄᯄᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯄᯑᯑᯈᯓᯎᯑᯈᯄᯒ ᯎᯅ ᮨᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀ ᯀᯍᯃ ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ ᯖᯀᯒᯍᮆᯓ ᯀᯂᯓᯔᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯅᯀᯑᮍ

　　᮶ᯈᯓᯇ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯇᯄᯋᯏ ᯎᯅ ᯀ ᯒᯖᯈᯅᯓ ᯇᯎᯑᯒᯄᮋ ᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯀ ᯒᯎᯎᯍ ᯀᯑᯑᯈᯕᯄᯃ ᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯀᯆᯍᯈᯅᯈᯂᯄᯍᯓ ᯏᯀᯋᯀᯂᯄ ᯈᯍ ᯍᯎ ᯓᯈᯌᯄᮍ

　　ᮨᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯔᯍᯂᯈᯋ ᯂᯇᯀᯌᯁᯄᯑᮋ ᮨᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀ ᯒᯀᯓ ᯔᯏᯑᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯀᯈᯍ ᯒᯄᯀᯓᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯅᯈᯍᯆᯄᯑᯓᯈᯏᯒ ᯑᯇᯘᯓᯇᯌᯈᯂᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯓᯀᯏᯏᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯀᯑᯌᯑᯄᯒᯓᮍ ᮤᯀᯂᯇ ᯂᯑᯈᯒᯏ ᯒᯎᯔᯍᯃ ᯌᯀᯃᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯏᯈᯍᯄᯒ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯀᯒᯒᯄᯌᯁᯋᯄᯃ ᯃᯈᯆᯍᯈᯓᯀᯑᯈᯄᯒ ᯒᯓᯈᯅᯅᯄᯍ ᯅᯔᯑᯓᯇᯄᯑᮍ

　　ᮁ᮶ᯇᯄᯑᯄᮆᯒ ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀᮞᮁ

　　ᮧᯄᯑ ᯂᯎᯎᯋ ᯕᯎᯈᯂᯄ ᯄᯂᯇᯎᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯇᯀᯋᯋ ᯀᯒ ᮨᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀ ᯒᯋᯎᯖᯋᯘ ᯒᯂᯀᯍᯍᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯄᯌᯏᯓᯘ ᯒᯄᯀᯓᮍ

　　᮳ᯇᯄ ᯀᯓᯓᯄᯍᯃᯀᯍᯓᯒ ᯇᯄᯋᯃ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯁᯑᯄᯀᯓᯇᯒᮋ ᯁᯎᯖᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯇᯄᯀᯃᯒ—ᯍᯎᯍᯄ ᯃᯀᯑᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯑᯄᯒᯏᯎᯍᯃᮍ

　　ᮩᯔᯒᯓ ᯀᯒ ᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯀ ᯓᯈᯋᯓᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯇᯄᯀᯃᮋ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯔᯆᯆᯄᯒᯓ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯏᯄᯑᯇᯀᯏᯒ ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯎᯕᯄᯑᯒᯋᯄᯏᯓᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯇᯀᯌᯁᯄᯑ ᯃᯎᯎᯑᯒ ᯒᯔᯃᯃᯄᯍᯋᯘ ᯒᯖᯔᯍᯆ ᯎᯏᯄᯍᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯀ ᯖᯀᯕᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯂᯋᯎᯘᯈᯍᯆ ᯑᯎᯒᯄ ᯅᯑᯀᯆᯑᯀᯍᯂᯄ ᯑᯔᯒᯇᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯅᯈᯑᯒᯓᮍ

　　ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ ᯋᯄᯀᯍᯄᯃ ᯋᯀᯙᯈᯋᯘ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᯒᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯎᯎᯑᯅᯑᯀᯌᯄᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯏᯈᯍᯊ ᯇᯀᯈᯑ ᯋᯎᯎᯒᯄᯋᯘ ᯓᯈᯄᯃ ᯔᯏᮋ ᯅᯀᯈᯍᯓ ᯑᯄᯃ ᯌᯀᯑᯊᯒ ᯕᯈᯒᯈᯁᯋᯄ ᯎᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯍᯎᯖᮌᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄ ᯍᯄᯂᯊᮍ

　　ᮡᯄᯇᯈᯍᯃ ᯇᯄᯑᮋ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯒᯓᯀᯆᯆᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯈᯍᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯓᯄᯏᯒ ᯔᯍᯒᯓᯄᯀᯃᯘᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯁᯎᯃᯘ ᯒᯖᯀᯘᯈᯍᯆᮍ

　　ᮣᯀᯑᯊ ᯂᯈᯑᯂᯋᯄᯒ ᯇᯔᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯀᯕᯈᯋᯘ ᯔᯍᯃᯄᯑ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯄᯘᯄᯒᮍ

　　ᮁ᮲ᯎᯑᯑᯘᯝ ᯌᯘ ᯀᯃᯎᯑᯀᯁᯋᯄ ᯋᯈᯓᯓᯋᯄ ᯈᯂᯄ ᯂᯔᯁᯄᯝᮁ

　　ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ ᯂᯀᯑᯄᯋᯄᯒᯒᯋᯘ ᯂᯎᯕᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯈᯓᯄ ᯌᯀᯑᯊ ᯎᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯋᯈᯏᯒ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯀ ᯋᯀᯂᯄ ᯅᯀᯍᮍ ᮁᮬᯘ ᯋᯈᯓᯓᯋᯄ ᯊᯍᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯖᯀᯒᮍᮍᮍ ᯏᯀᯑᯓᯈᯂᯔᯋᯀᯑᯋᯘ ᯂᯋᯈᯍᯆᯘ ᯋᯀᯒᯓ ᯍᯈᯆᯇᯓᮍᮁ

　　᮲ᯇᯄ ᯂᯀᯒᯓ ᯀ ᯌᯄᯀᯍᯈᯍᯆᯅᯔᯋ ᯆᯋᯀᯍᯂᯄ ᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯅᯑᯄᯒᯇ ᯁᯈᯓᯄ ᯌᯀᯑᯊᯒ ᯎᯍ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄᮆᯒ ᯍᯄᯂᯊᮍ

　　᮳ᯇᯄ ᯆᯎᯋᯃᯄᯍᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯁᯎᯌᯁᯒᯇᯄᯋᯋ ᯒᯖᯀᯘᯄᯃ ᯀᯒ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯄᯀᯃᯈᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑᯒᯄᯋᯅᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯅᯈᯍᯆᯄᯑᯒ ᯓᯑᯄᯌᯁᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᯋᯘ ᯀᯒ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯆᯑᯈᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯄᯃᯆᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯋᯎᯍᯆ ᯓᯀᯁᯋᯄᮍ ᮤᯕᯄᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯖᯎᯑᯃ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯇᯔᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯑᯎᯍᯆ ᯖᯀᯘᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯄᯕᯄᯑᯘ ᯁᯑᯄᯀᯓᯇ ᯂᯀᯔᯒᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯀᯁᯃᯎᯌᯈᯍᯀᯋ ᯌᯔᯒᯂᯋᯄᯒ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯖᯈᯓᯂᯇ ᯅᯀᯈᯍᯓᯋᯘᮍ

　　ᮨᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀ ᯍᯀᯑᯑᯎᯖᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯈᯋᯕᯄᯑ ᯄᯘᯄᯒᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯀ ᯈᯌᯌᯄᯃᯈᯀᯓᯄᯋᯘ ᯋᯄᯀᯍᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯎ ᯖᯇᯈᯒᯏᯄᯑ ᯈᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯄᯀᯑᮋ ᮁ᮸ᯎᯔᯑ ᮧᯈᯆᯇᯍᯄᯒᯒᮋ ᯋᯎᯎᯊᮀ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯇᯔᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯖᯎᯑᯃ ᯁᯀᯂᯊᯖᯀᯑᯃᮋ ᯇᯀᯇᯀᮍᮁ

　　᮳ᯇᯄ ᯃᯈᯆᯍᯈᯓᯀᯑᯈᯄᯒ ᯂᯎᯋᯋᯄᯂᯓᯈᯕᯄᯋᯘ ᯋᯎᯖᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯇᯄᯀᯃᯒᮋ ᯏᯑᯄᯓᯄᯍᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯎ ᯃᯄᯕᯄᯋᯎᯏ ᯀ ᯒᯔᯃᯃᯄᯍ ᯈᯍᯓᯄᯍᯒᯄ ᯈᯍᯓᯄᯑᯄᯒᯓ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯀᯓᯓᯄᯑᯍᯒ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯀᯑᯏᯄᯓᮍ

　　ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ ᯄᯋᯄᯆᯀᯍᯓᯋᯘ ᯓᯎᯎᯊ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯄᯀᯓᮋ ᯏᯔᯋᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯂᯋᯎᯒᯄ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯌᯀᯆᯈᯂᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯏᯑᯎᯃᯔᯂᯈᯍᯆ ᯀ ᯏᯎᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯁᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄ ᯇᯄᯑᮍ

　　ᮁᮣᯎᯍᮆᯓ ᯒᯓᯑᯀᯈᯍ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯕᯎᯈᯂᯄ ᯈᯅ ᯈᯓ ᯇᯔᯑᯓᯒᮋ ᮲ᯈᯒᯈᯝᮁ

　　᮶ᯇᯄᯍ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯓᯔᯑᯍᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᮨᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯑᯍᯄᯑ ᯎᯅ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯋᯈᯏᯒ ᯂᯔᯑᯋᯄᯃ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯀ ᯌᯄᯀᯍᯈᯍᯆᯅᯔᯋ ᯒᯌᯈᯋᯄᮍ ᮁᮭᯎᯖ ᯓᯇᯄᯍᮋ ᯋᯈᯓᯓᯋᯄ ᯈᯂᯄ ᯂᯔᯁᯄᮍᮍᮍ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓ ᯋᯀᯒᯓ ᯍᯈᯆᯇᯓᮆᯒ ᯀᯌᯁᯔᯒᯇᮞᮁ

　　ᮁᮦᯑᯀᯘᮍᮁ

　　᮲ᯔᯍᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯎᯔᯓᯒᯈᯃᯄ ᯂᯀᯒᯓ ᯅᯋᯈᯂᯊᯄᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯏᯎᯓᯒ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯀᯏ ᯀᯒ ᮨᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀ ᯆᯋᯀᯍᯂᯄᯃ ᯀᯓ ᮦᯑᯀᯘᮋ ᯖᯇᯎ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯋᯎᯍᯆ ᯁᯄᯄᯍ ᯄᯀᯆᯄᯑ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯏᯄᯀᯊᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯆᯔᯀᯑᯃ ᯂᯀᯏᯓᯀᯈᯍ ᯈᯌᯌᯄᯃᯈᯀᯓᯄᯋᯘ ᯒᯋᯀᯌᯌᯄᯃ ᯀ ᯁᯋᯎᯎᯃᯒᯓᯀᯈᯍᯄᯃ ᯆᯀᯌᯁᯄᯒᯎᯍ ᯎᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯀᯁᯋᯄᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯋᯄᯀᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯌᯄᯄᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯀᯊ ᯒᯔᯑᯅᯀᯂᯄ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯀ ᯃᯔᯋᯋ ᯓᯇᯔᯃᮍ

　　ᮁ᮸ᯎᯔᯑ ᮧᯈᯆᯇᯍᯄᯒᯒᮋ ᯓᯇᯎᯒᯄ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯍᯎ ᯎᯑᯃᯈᯍᯀᯑᯘ ᯌᯄᯑᯂᯄᯍᯀᯑᯈᯄᯒᮍᮁ

　　ᮦᯑᯀᯘᮆᯒ ᯄᯗᯏᯑᯄᯒᯒᯈᯎᯍ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯆᯑᯀᯕᯄᮋ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯂᯇᯈᯒᯄᯋᯄᯃ ᯅᯀᯂᯄ ᯄᯓᯂᯇᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯂᯎᯌᯏᯋᯄᯗᯈᯓᯘᮍ ᮁ᮳ᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯑᯄᯓᯑᯄᯀᯓ ᯅᯎᯑᯌᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍᮍᮍᮍ ᯈᯓ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯓᯇᯄ ᮤᯌᯏᯈᯑᯄᮆᯒ ᯒᯓᯀᯍᯃᯀᯑᯃ ᯖᯄᯃᯆᯄ ᯓᯀᯂᯓᯈᯂᮍᮁ

　　ᮠᯍ ᯄᯋᯃᯄᯑᯋᯘ ᯆᯔᯀᯑᯃ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯈᯃᯄ ᯒᯋᯎᯖᯋᯘ ᯍᯎᯃᯃᯄᯃᮋ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯁᯔᯒᯇᯘ ᯆᯑᯀᯘ ᯄᯘᯄᯁᯑᯎᯖᯒ ᯅᯔᯑᯑᯎᯖᯄᯃᮍ ᮁᮨ ᯒᯀᯖ ᯓᯇᯄᯌ ᯔᯒᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯈᯆᯍᯀᯋ ᯅᯋᯀᯆᯒ ᯓᯎ ᯑᯄᯋᯀᯘ ᯎᯑᯃᯄᯑᯒ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯌᯘ ᯎᯖᯍ ᯄᯘᯄᯒᮍᮁ

　　᮳ᯇᯄ ᯎᯋᯃ ᯌᯀᯍᮆᯒ ᯑᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯅᯈᯍᯆᯄᯑᯒ ᯓᯑᯀᯂᯄᯃ ᯒᯄᯕᯄᯑᯀᯋ ᯑᯄᯃ ᯃᯎᯓᯒ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯀᯏᮍ ᮁ᮳ᯇᯑᯄᯄ ᯒᯐᯔᯀᯃᯒ ᯏᯑᯎᯕᯈᯃᯄᯃ ᯂᯎᯕᯄᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯅᯈᯑᯄ ᯈᯍ ᯑᯎᯓᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍᮋ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯀᯑᯑᯎᯖ ᯄᯗᯏᯄᯍᯃᯈᯓᯔᯑᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯂᯀᯋᯂᯔᯋᯀᯓᯄᯃ ᯏᯄᯑᯅᯄᯂᯓᯋᯘᮍ ᮳ᯎ ᯀᯕᯎᯈᯃ ᯇᯈᯓᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯎᯖᯍ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯇᯀᯎᯒ—ᯓᯇᯀᯓᮆᯒ ᯈᯍᯂᯑᯄᯃᯈᯁᯋᯘ ᯃᯈᯅᯅᯈᯂᯔᯋᯓᮍ ᮮᯍᯋᯘ ᯖᯄ ᯔᯍᯃᯄᯑᯆᯎ ᯒᯔᯂᯇ ᯒᯏᯄᯂᯈᯀᯋᯈᯙᯄᯃ ᯓᯑᯀᯈᯍᯈᯍᯆᮍᮁ

　　ᮁᮠᯑᯀ ᯀᯑᯀᯝᮁ ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀ ᯂᯑᯎᯒᯒᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯀᯑᯌᯒᮍ ᮁ᮲ᯎᮋ ᯖᯇᯈᯂᯇ ᯀᯃᯎᯑᯀᯁᯋᯄ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒ ᯎᯑ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄ ᯎᯑᯂᯇᯄᯒᯓᯑᯀᯓᯄᯃ ᯀᯋᯋ ᯓᯇᯈᯒᮋ ᮨ ᯖᯎᯍᯃᯄᯑᮞᮁ

　　ᮁ᮫ᯎᯑᯄᯍᯙᯎᮋ ᯖᯇᯎ ᯋᯄᯓ ᯓᯇᯎᯒᯄ ᯏᯄᯎᯏᯋᯄ ᯈᯍᮞᮁ

　　᮫ᯎᯑᯄᯍᯙᯎᮋ ᯈᯍ ᯂᯇᯀᯑᯆᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯁᯎᯑᯃᯄᯑ ᯏᯀᯓᯑᯎᯋᯒᮋ ᯒᯓᯈᯅᯅᯄᯍᯄᯃ ᯀᯓ ᮨᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀᮆᯒ ᯐᯔᯄᯒᯓᯈᯎᯍᮍ ᮧᯄ ᯒᯇᯎᯓ ᯓᯎ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯅᯄᯄᯓᮋ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯂᯇᯀᯈᯑ ᯒᯂᯑᯀᯏᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯅᯋᯎᯎᯑ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯀ ᯒᯂᯑᯄᯄᯂᯇᮍ ᮁᮨ ᯒᯖᯄᯀᯑ ᯎᯍ ᯌᯘ ᯅᯀᯌᯈᯋᯘᮆᯒ ᯇᯎᯍᯎᯑ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯌᯘ ᯋᯈᯅᯄᮀᮁ

　　ᮧᯈᯒ ᯅᯀᯂᯄ ᯅᯋᯔᯒᯇᯄᯃ ᯀᯒ ᯇᯄ ᯆᯋᯀᯑᯄᯃ ᯓᯎᯖᯀᯑᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯎᯑᯃᯄᯑ ᯎᯔᯓᯒᯈᯃᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯈᯍᯃᯎᯖᮍ ᮁᮤᯕᯄᯑᯘ ᯌᯄᯑᯂᯇᯀᯍᯓ ᯖᯀᯆᯎᯍᮆᯒ ᯅᯋᯎᯎᯑᯁᯎᯀᯑᯃᯒ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯁᯄᯄᯍ ᯃᯈᯒᯌᯀᯍᯓᯋᯄᯃ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯈᯍᯒᯏᯄᯂᯓᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄᯒᯄ ᯏᯀᯒᯓ ᯃᯀᯘᯒᮀ ᮶ᯇᯄᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯍᯎᯑᯓᯇᮋ ᯒᯎᯔᯓᯇᮋ ᯎᯑ ᯄᯀᯒᯓᮋ ᯄᯕᯄᯑᯘ ᯂᯇᯄᯂᯊᯏᯎᯈᯍᯓ ᯇᯀᯒ ᯌᯘ ᯓᯑᯔᯒᯓᯄᯃ ᯌᯄᯍ—ᯍᯎ ᯎᯍᯄ ᯖᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯒᯋᯀᯂᯊ ᯎᯅᯅ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯈᯒᮀᮁ

　　᮲ᯈᯍᯂᯄ ᮨᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀ ᯀᯍᯃ ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀᮆᯒ ᯓᯄᯑᯑᯈᯓᯎᯑᯈᯄᯒ ᯁᯎᯑᯃᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯄᯀᯂᯇ ᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯄᯅᯅᯄᯂᯓᯈᯕᯄᯋᯘ ᯎᯍᯋᯘ ᯓᯇᯑᯄᯄ ᯃᯈᯑᯄᯂᯓᯈᯎᯍᯒ ᯓᯎ ᯆᯔᯀᯑᯃᮍ

　　ᮤᯀᯂᯇ ᯃᯈᯑᯄᯂᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯈᯓᯒ ᯒᯓᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍᯄᯃ ᯂᯎᯌᯌᯀᯍᯃᯄᯑᮋ ᯁᯔᯓ ᮫ᯎᯑᯄᯍᯙᯎ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯒᯔᯏᯄᯑᯈᯎᯑᮋ ᯖᯇᯈᯂᯇ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯖᯇᯘ ᯇᯄ ᯀᯋᯎᯍᯄ ᯅᯀᯂᯄᯃ ᮨᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀᮆᯒ ᯃᯈᯑᯄᯂᯓ ᯐᯔᯄᯒᯓᯈᯎᯍᯈᯍᯆ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯁᯄᯇᯀᯋᯅᮍ

　　ᮠ ᯃᯄᯑᯈᯒᯈᯕᯄ ᯒᯍᯎᯑᯓ ᯂᯀᯌᯄ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯑᯍᯄᯑᮍ

　　᮵ᯈᯒᯂᯎᯔᯍᯓ ᮬᯀᯓᯓᯇᯄᯖᮋ ᯖᯇᯎ ᯎᯖᯍᯄᯃ ᯀ ᯌᯀᯉᯎᯑ ᯓᯑᯀᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯆᯔᯈᯋᯃᮋ ᯒᯏᯎᯊᯄ ᯂᯎᯋᯃᯋᯘᮍ ᮁ᮫ᯎᯑᯄᯍᯙᯎᮋ ᯀᯂᯓᯈᯎᯍᯒ ᯒᯏᯄᯀᯊ ᯋᯎᯔᯃᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯀᯍ ᯖᯎᯑᯃᯒᮍ ᮨᯅ ᯄᯕᯄᯑᯘᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯈᯍᯒᯏᯄᯂᯓᯄᯃᮋ ᯇᯎᯖ ᯃᯈᯃ ᯓᯇᯎᯒᯄ ᯀᯓᯓᯀᯂᯊᯄᯑᯒ ᯒᯔᯃᯃᯄᯍᯋᯘ ᯄᯌᯄᯑᯆᯄ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯀᯆᯎᯍᯒᮞᮁ

　　ᮠᯒ ᯀ ᯆᯔᯈᯋᯃᯌᯀᯒᯓᯄᯑᮋ ᮬᯀᯓᯓᯇᯄᯖ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯋᯎᯍᯆ ᯂᯋᯀᯒᯇᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᮫ᯎᯑᯄᯍᯙᯎᮋ ᯖᯇᯎ ᯎᯕᯄᯑᯒᯀᯖ ᯈᯍᯒᯏᯄᯂᯓᯈᯎᯍᯒ ᯀᯂᯑᯎᯒᯒ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯄᯑᯑᯈᯓᯎᯑᯘᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯅᯎᯑᯌᯄᯑ ᯖᯀᯍᯓᯄᯃ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯆᯎᯎᯃᯒ ᯓᯑᯀᯍᯒᯏᯎᯑᯓᯄᯃ ᯔᯍᯈᯌᯏᯄᯃᯄᯃᮋ ᯈᯍᯂᯋᯔᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯓᯄᯌᯒ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯌᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯒᯊᯈᯑᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯑᯀᯘ ᯀᯑᯄᯀᯒ ᯎᯅ ᯋᯄᯆᯀᯋᯈᯓᯘᮍ

　　᮳ᯇᯄ ᯋᯀᯓᯓᯄᯑ ᯒᯎᯔᯆᯇᯓ ᯓᯎ ᯄᯋᯈᯌᯈᯍᯀᯓᯄ ᯀᯋᯋ ᯓᯇᯑᯄᯀᯓᯒᮍ

　　ᮭᯎᯖ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯇᯄᮆᯃ ᯅᯈᯍᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯂᯀᯔᯆᯇᯓ ᮫ᯎᯑᯄᯍᯙᯎ ᯈᯍ ᯀ ᯌᯈᯒᯓᯀᯊᯄᮋ ᮬᯀᯓᯓᯇᯄᯖ ᯒᯄᯈᯙᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯇᯀᯍᯂᯄ ᯓᯎ ᯀᯓᯓᯀᯂᯊᮍ ᮧᯄ ᯒᯓᯎᯎᯃ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯀᯃᯃᯑᯄᯒᯒᯄᯃ ᮨᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀᮍ ᮁ᮸ᯎᯔᯑ ᮧᯈᯆᯇᯍᯄᯒᯒᮋ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯈᯒ ᯂᯋᯄᯀᯑᯋᯘ ᮫ᯎᯑᯄᯍᯙᯎᮆᯒ ᯆᯑᯎᯒᯒ ᯍᯄᯆᯋᯈᯆᯄᯍᯂᯄᮍ ᮧᯄ ᯌᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯁᯄ ᯂᯎᯋᯋᯔᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯀᯒᯓᯄᯑᯌᯈᯍᯃᮀ ᮨ ᯑᯄᯂᯎᯌᯌᯄᯍᯃ ᯒᯓᯑᯈᯏᯏᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯈᯌ ᯎᯅ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯏᯎᯒᯓ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯖᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯈᯌ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯔᯍᯆᯄᯎᯍᯒᮀᮁ

　　ᮁᮨᮍᮍᮍ ᮨ ᯃᯈᯃᯍ’ᯓᮋ ᮸ᯎᯔᯑ ᮧᯈᯆᯇᯍᯄᯒᯒᮋ ᮨ—ᮁ

　　ᮠᯒ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯄᯁᯀᯓᯄ ᯇᯄᯀᯓᯄᯃ ᯔᯏᮋ ᮨᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀ ᯀᯍᯃ ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀᮆᯒ ᯀᯓᯓᯄᯍᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯅᯔᯋᯋᯘ ᯂᯀᯏᯓᯔᯑᯄᯃ ᯁᯘ ᮫ᯎᯑᯄᯍᯙᯎ ᯀᯍᯃ ᮬᯀᯓᯓᯇᯄᯖᮆᯒ ᯒᯔᯃᯃᯄᯍ ᯂᯎᯍᯅᯑᯎᯍᯓᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍᮍ

　　᮲ᯄᯍᯒᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯍ ᯎᯏᯏᯎᯑᯓᯔᯍᯈᯓᯘᮋ

　　᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯀ ᯒᯋᯈᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯐᯔᯈᯄᯓᯋᯘ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯄᯀᯓ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯓᯔᯆᯆᯄᯃ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯃᯎᯖᯍ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯇᯄᯑᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯓᯖᯎ ᯂᯑᯎᯔᯂᯇᯄᯃ ᯁᯄᯍᯄᯀᯓᯇ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯀᯒᯒᯈᯕᯄ ᯎᯀᯊ ᯂᯎᯔᯍᯂᯈᯋ ᯓᯀᯁᯋᯄᮍ

　　᮴ᯍᯃᯄᯑᯍᯄᯀᯓᯇ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯀ ᯇᯎᯋᯋᯎᯖ ᯒᯏᯀᯂᯄ—ᯋᯀᯑᯆᯄ ᯄᯍᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯒᯄᯕᯄᯑᯀᯋ ᯏᯄᯎᯏᯋᯄ ᯓᯎ ᯇᯈᯃᯄᮋ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯍᯀᯏ ᯂᯎᯌᯅᯎᯑᯓᯀᯁᯋᯘᮍ

　　᮲ᯔᯍᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯂᯎᯌᯏᯋᯄᯓᯄᯋᯘ ᯁᯋᯎᯂᯊᯄᯃ ᯁᯘ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯇᯈᯂᯊ ᯓᯀᯁᯋᯄᯓᯎᯏᮋ ᯂᯑᯄᯀᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯀ ᯒᯄᯂᯑᯄᯓ ᯋᯈᯓᯓᯋᯄ ᯖᯎᯑᯋᯃᮍ

　　᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯀ ᯃᯄᯅᯓᯋᯘ ᯓᯀᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯓᯎᯑᯀᯆᯄ ᯑᯈᯍᯆᮋ ᯔᯍᯅᯎᯋᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯖᯎ ᯒᯌᯀᯋᯋ ᯄᯌᯁᯑᯎᯈᯃᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯒᯓᯎᯎᯋᯒ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯑᯎᯒᯄ ᯏᯀᯓᯓᯄᯑᯍᯒᮍ ᮲ᯇᯄ ᯏᯔᯋᯋᯄᯃ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯃᯎᯖᯍ ᯎᯍᯓᯎ ᯎᯍᯄᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯊᯍᯄᯄᯒ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯇᯄᯀᯃᯒ ᯁᯔᯌᯏᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯇᯀᯃᯎᯖᯘ ᯂᯎᯍᯅᯈᯍᯄᯒ ᯖᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯁᯑᯄᯀᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯎᯔᯍᯃᯄᯃ ᯋᯎᯔᯃᮍ

　　ᮧᯔᯆᯆᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯁᯄᯋᯋᯘᮋ ᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯀ ᯈᯌᯌᯄᯃᯈᯀᯓᯄᯋᯘ ᯅᯄᯋᯓ ᯀ ᯒᯄᯍᯒᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯒᯄᯂᯔᯑᯈᯓᯘ ᯇᯄᯑᯄᮍ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯀᯋᯒᯎ ᯑᯄᯋᯀᯗᯄᯃᮋ ᯒᯄᯄᯌᯈᯍᯆ ᯌᯔᯂᯇ ᯌᯎᯑᯄ ᯀᯓ ᯄᯀᯒᯄᮍ

　　᮫ᯈᯊᯄ ᯓᯖᯎ ᯋᯈᯓᯓᯋᯄ ᯇᯀᯌᯒᯓᯄᯑᯒᮍ

　　ᮁᮧᯄᯘᮍᮍᮍᮁ

　　᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯀ ᯋᯄᯀᯍᯄᯃ ᯂᯋᯎᯒᯄ ᯓᯎ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄᮆᯒ ᯄᯀᯑᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄ ᯇᯀᯈᯑ ᯁᯑᯔᯒᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᯒᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯆᯈᯑᯋᮆᯒ ᯅᯋᯔᯒᯇᯄᯃ ᯄᯀᯑᯋᯎᯁᯄᮍ ᮁ᮶ᯇᯀᯓ ᯑᯄᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯇᯀᯏᯏᯄᯍᯄᯃ ᯋᯀᯒᯓ ᯍᯈᯆᯇᯓᮞᮁ

　　᮲ᯇᯄ ᯋᯎᯖᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯕᯎᯈᯂᯄᮋ ᯒᯍᯄᯀᯊᯈᯋᯘ ᯏᯎᯈᯍᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯔᯏᯖᯀᯑᯃᮍ ᮁ᮳ᯇᯎᯒᯄ ᯌᯀᯑᯊᯒ ᯎᯍ ᮥᯋᯎᯑᯀᮆᯒ ᯍᯄᯂᯊᮍᮍᮍ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯘᯎᯔᮍᮍᮍᮞᮁ

　　ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯂᯋᯀᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯀ ᯇᯀᯍᯃ ᯎᯕᯄᯑ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯌᯎᯔᯓᯇᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯔᯍᯂᯎᯍᯒᯂᯈᯎᯔᯒᯋᯘ ᯑᯔᯁᯁᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯄᯐᯔᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯕᯈᯕᯈᯃ ᯌᯀᯑᯊᯒ ᯎᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯎᯖᯍ ᯍᯄᯂᯊᮍ

　　ᮁ᮲ᯇᯔᯓ ᯔᯏᮋᮁ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯇᯈᯒᯒᯄᯃ ᯇᯎᯀᯑᯒᯄᯋᯘᮋ ᯄᯌᯁᯀᯑᯑᯀᯒᯒᯌᯄᯍᯓ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯈᯑᯑᯈᯓᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯈᯍ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯓᯎᯍᯄᮍ ᮁᮣᯈᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯖᯄ ᯀᯆᯑᯄᯄ ᯘᯄᯒᯓᯄᯑᯃᯀᯘ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯀᯊᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯈᯍᯈᯓᯈᯀᯓᯈᯕᯄᮞ ᮶ᯄᯋᯋᮋ ᯆᯔᯄᯒᯒ ᯖᯇᯀᯓ—ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯖᯎᯌᯀᯍ ᯀᯂᯓᯄᯃ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯇᯀᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯒᯄᯄᯍ ᯀ ᯖᯎᯌᯀᯍ ᯈᯍ ᯄᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯇᯔᯍᯃᯑᯄᯃ ᯘᯄᯀᯑᯒᮀ ᮨ ᯀᯒᯊᯄᯃ ᯇᯎᯖ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯒᯀᯖ ᯌᯄᮋ ᯈᯅ ᯖᯄ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯆᯄᯓ ᯀᯋᯎᯍᯆᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯈᯌᯌᯄᯃᯈᯀᯓᯄᯋᯘ ᯒᯓᯀᯑᯓᯄᯃ ᯆᯄᯓᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯀᯍᯃᯒᯘᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄᯍ ᯒᯔᯃᯃᯄᯍᯋᯘ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯖᯀᯍᯓᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᮆᯓᯄᯒᯓ ᯌᯘ ᯒᯖᯎᯑᯃᯒᯌᯀᯍᯒᯇᯈᯏᮆ—ᮨ’ᯌ ᯓᯄᯋᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯘᯎᯔᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯑᯄᯀᯋᯋᯘᮍᮍᮍᮁ

　　᮳ᯑᯀᯈᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯎᯅᯅᮋ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯁᯈᯓ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯋᯈᯏ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯂᯎᯔᯍᯓᯄᯑᯄᯃᮋ ᮁ᮶ᯇᯀᯓ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓ ᯘᯎᯔᮞᮁ

　　ᮁᮧᯌᯏᯇᮋ ᯃᯎᯍ’ᯓ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯆᯄᯓ ᯌᯄ ᯒᯓᯀᯑᯓᯄᯃᮍ ᮨ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯏᯋᯄᯍᯓᯘ ᯏᯑᯎᯀᯂᯓᯈᯕᯄᮋ ᯎᯊᯀᯘᮞ ᮶ᯇᯎ’ᯃ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯓᯇᯎᯔᯆᯇᯓᮍᮍᮍᮁ

　　᮳ᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯖᯇᯈᯒᯏᯄᯑᯒ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯀᯁᯑᯔᯏᯓᯋᯘ ᯂᯔᯓ ᯎᯅᯅ ᯁᯘ ᯀ ᯅᯑᯀᯆᯑᯀᯍᯓ ᯁᯑᯄᯄᯙᯄᮍ

　　᮳ᯇᯄᯘ ᯓᯔᯑᯍᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯔᯍᯈᯒᯎᯍᮋ ᯏᯄᯄᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯎᯔᯓ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯔᯍᯃᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯀᯁᯋᯄ—ᯓᯖᯎ ᯏᯀᯈᯑᯒ ᯎᯅ ᯋᯄᯆᯒᮋ ᯎᯍᯄ ᯈᯍ ᯁᯋᯀᯂᯊ ᯒᯓᯎᯂᯊᯈᯍᯆᯒᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯈᯍ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄᮋ ᯄᯀᯂᯇ ᯄᯗᯐᯔᯈᯒᯈᯓᯄ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯎᯖᯍ ᯖᯀᯘᮋ ᯒᯓᯄᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯕᯈᯄᯖᮍ

　　᮲ᯔᯃᯃᯄᯍᯋᯘᮋ ᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯀ ᯒᯏᯎᯊᯄᮍ ᮁᮧᯄᯘᮋ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄᮋ ᯈᯅ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯀ ᯆᯈᯑᯋᮋ ᯋᯎᯎᯊ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯄᯘᯄᯒᮍᮁ

　　ᮁ᮳ᯇᮌᯓᯇᯄᯍ ᯖᯇᯀᯓᮞ ᮨ ᯂᯀᯍ’ᯓ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯒᯄᯄ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯑᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯍᯎᯖ—ᯖᯀᯈᯓᮋ ᮨ ᯃᯎᯍ’ᯓ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯄᯈᯓᯇᯄᯑᮀᮁ

　　᮫ᯈᯕᯘᯀ ᯒᯌᯈᯑᯊᯄᯃ ᯊᯍᯎᯖᯈᯍᯆᯋᯘ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯂᯎᯍᯓᯈᯍᯔᯄᯃ ᯀᯒ ᯈᯅ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯇᯀᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯇᯄᯀᯑᯃᮍ

　　ᮁᮨᯅ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯈᯒᯍ’ᯓ ᯋᯎᯎᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯓ ᯘᯎᯔᮍᮍᮍᮁ

　　ᮁ᮳ᯇᯄᯍ—ᮁ

　　ᮁ᮸ᯎᯔ ᯂᯀᯍ ᯅᯑᯄᯄᯋᯘ ᯒᯓᯀᯑᯄ ᯀᯓ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯋᯄᯆᯒ ᯈᯍᯒᯓᯄᯀᯃᮍᮁ

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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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