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

Chapter 54

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 ᮓᮢᮟᮧᮔ ᮣᮥᮝᮝᮟᮞᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᯓᮢᮕᮑ ᮣᮟᮟᮞ ᮔᮙᮣᮠᮕᮢᮣᮕᮔᮺ ᮜᮕᮑᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮖᮟᮥᮢ ᮠᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮦᮑᮣᮤ ᮓᮟᮥᮞᮓᮙᮜ ᮓᮘᮑᮝᮒᮕᮢᮼ

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮔᮕᮓᮙᮔᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮙᮜᮕ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮥᮣᮠᮙᮓᮙᮟᮥᮣ ᮠᮟᮙᮞᮤᮣ ᮢᮕᮗᮑᮢᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮘᮢᮕᮕ ᮙᮞᮓᮙᮔᮕᮞᮤᮣ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮑ ᮔᮟᮣᮣᮙᮕᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮑᮞᮔ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮠᮢᮙᮞᮓᮕᮣᮣᮕᮣᮼ

ᯚᮕᮑᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮟᮥᮤ ᮑ ᮧᮟᮢᮔ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮢᮑᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮙᮞᮓᮟᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕᮢᮑᮤᮕᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮒᮩ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮔᮕᮠᮑᮢᮤᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮜᮕᮑᮣᮤ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮣᮕᮤᮤᮜᮕᮔᮼ

ᮇᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮢᮙᮞᮓᮕᮣᮣᮕᮣ᮵ ᮓᮑᮠᮑᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮙᮕᮣᮺ ᮥᮞᮓᮟᮦᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮣᮤᮕᮢᮝᮙᮞᮔ ᮒᮕᮘᮙᮞᮔ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮑ ᮝᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮼ

ᮄᮘᮥᮣᮺ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮕᮑᮢᮞᮕᮣᮤᮜᮩ ᮠᮟᮣᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮡᮥᮕᮣᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕᮝᮼ

᮰ᯗ ᮣᮥᮗᮗᮕᮣᮤ ᮙᮞᮦᮕᮣᮤᮙᮗᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮘᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮑᮞᮩ ᮣᮥᮣᮠᮙᮓᮙᮟᮥᮣ ᮙᮞᮔᮙᮦᮙᮔᮥᮑᮜᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮑᮩᮣ ᮜᮕᮑᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮥᮠ ᮤᮟ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮓᮟᮜᮜᮑᮒᮟᮢᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮤᮑᮜᮛᮣᮼ ᯏᮜᮣᮟᮺ ᮧᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮕᮜᮕᮠᮟᮢᮤᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮣᮤᮟᮞᮕᮣ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮥᮣᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮔᮑᮩ ᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮖᮢᮟᮝᯍ᮰

ᯔᮜᮟᮢᮑ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮣᮠᮢᮑᮞᮗ ᮥᮠ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮕᮑᮤᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮙᮞᮛ ᮓᮥᮢᮜᮣ ᮓᮑᮣᮓᮑᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮒᮜᮟᮟᮝᮙᮞᮗ ᮢᮟᮣᮕᮣ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮢᮑᮙᮣᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮼ ᮰ᮄᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮝᮕᮮ ᯗ ᮒᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮑᮤ ᮑ ᮘᮙᮗᮘ ᮠᮢᮙᮓᮕ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮑ ᮧᮑᮞᮔᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮕᮢᮓᮘᮑᮞᮤᮼ᮰

᮰ᮉᮟᮥ ᮝᮕᮞᮤᮙᮟᮞᮕᮔ ᮕᮑᮢᮜᮙᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮕᮜᮕᮠᮟᮢᮤᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮔᮕᮣᮤᮙᮞᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮥᮞᮛᮞᮟᮧᮞ—ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮢᮥᮕᯍ᮰ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮣᮤᮢᮟᮔᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮠᮺ ᮑ ᮖᮕᮧ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮞᮔᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕ ᮘᮑᮙᮢ ᮣᮜᮙᮠᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔᮕᮢᮣᮼ ᮰ᯗᮣ ᮙᮤ ᮠᮟᮣᮣᮙᮒᮜᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮟᮓᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮠᮢᮕᮔᮕᮤᮕᮢᮝᮙᮞᮕᮔᯍ ᯗᮖ ᮧᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮛ ᮒᮑᮓᮛᮧᮑᮢᮔᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮞᮣᮧᮕᮢ ᮒᮕᮓᮟᮝᮕᮣ ᮟᮒᮦᮙᮟᮥᮣᮼ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮞᮓᮙᮜ ᮓᮘᮑᮝᮒᮕᮢ ᮖᮕᮜᮜ ᮣᮙᮜᮕᮞᮤᮼ

ᯔᮜᮟᮢᮑ᮵ᮣ ᮠᮜᮑᮩᮖᮥᮜ ᮤᮥᮗᮗᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮖ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮗᮟᮜᮔᮕᮞ ᮠᮟᮞᮩᮤᮑᮙᮜ ᮖᮢᮟ᮪ᮕᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮙᮞᮛ ᮜᮑᮣᮘᮕᮣ ᮓᮑᮣᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮔᮑᮞᮗᮕᮢᮟᮥᮣ ᮣᮘᮑᮔᮟᮧ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮘᮕᮕᮛᮣᮼ

ᯓᮢᮕᮑ ᮣᮜᮟᮧᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮝᮟᮦᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮞᮟᮧᮻᮒᮕᮞᮤ ᮣᮙᮜᮦᮕᮢᮻᮢᮙᮝᮝᮕᮔ ᮗᮜᮑᮣᮣᮕᮣᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮥᮠᮙᮜᮣ ᮣᮧᮙᮢᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮒᮜᮙ᮪᮪ᮑᮢᮔᮻᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮜᮼ ᮰ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮝᮑᮛᮕᮣ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮣᮑᮩ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᯍ᮰

᮰ᯐᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᮤᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮠᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ ᮑᮜᮟᮞᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮠᮟᮣᮣᮙᮒᮜᮩ ᮛᮙᮜᮜ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮙᮞ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮟᮧᮞ ᮤᮕᮢᮢᮙᮤᮟᮢᮩ—ᮙᮤ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮥᮞᮚᮥᮣᮤᮙᮖᮙᮑᮒᮜᮕᮼ ᮄᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮗᮟᮑᮜ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮑᮞᮞᮕᮨ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮜᮑᮞᮔᮣᮺ ᮕᮙᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮩ ᮖᮑᮒᮢᮙᮓᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮢᮕᮑᮣᮟᮞ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮧᮑᮢ ᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮑᮣᮣᮑᮣᮣᮙᮞᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ ᮃᮕᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮣᮝᮑᮜᮜ ᮣᮡᮥᮑᮔ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮖᮟᮢᮓᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮤᮟ ᮢᮕᮤᮢᮕᮑᮤᮼ ᮀᮕᮢᮘᮑᮠᮣ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮠᮢᮕᮓᮙᮣᮕᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮞᮤᮙᮟᮞ—ᮤᮟ ᮙᮞᮤᮙᮝᮙᮔᮑᮤᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮥᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮕᮜᮕᮠᮟᮢᮤᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮣᮤᮟᮞᮕᮣᮼ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮠᮢᮟᮠᮟᮣᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮒᮟᮜᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮟᮢᮩᮺ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮣᮟ ᮑᮥᮔᮑᮓᮙᮟᮥᮣ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮢᮙᮞᮓᮕᮣᮣᮕᮣ ᮘᮑᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮙᮤᮼ ᮰ᮄᮘᮕᮩ ᮧᮑᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮕᮜᮕᮠᮟᮢᮤ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮑ ᮠᮢᮕᮑᮢᮢᮑᮞᮗᮕᮔ ᮤᮢᮑᮠ—ᯓᮜᮔᮕᮞ ᮄᮟᮧᮞᮼ᮰

ᯓᮢᮕᮑ ᮖᮢᮟᮧᮞᮕᮔᮺ ᮧᮘᮙᮜᮕ ᯔᮜᮟᮢᮑ’ᮣ ᮥᮣᮥᮑᮜ ᮠᮜᮑᮩᮖᮥᮜ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮕ ᮖᮑᮔᮕᮔ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮑ ᮣᮘᮑᮔᮟᮧ ᮠᮑᮣᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮙᮞᮛ ᮕᮩᮕᮣᮼ

᮰ᯗ’ᮝ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮣᮥᮢᮕᮼ ᮃᮠᮑᮤᮙᮑᮜ ᮝᮑᮗᮙᮓ ᮘᮑᮣ ᮑᮜᮧᮑᮩᮣ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮣᮤ ᮕᮞᮙᮗᮝᮑᮤᮙᮓᮺ ᮗᮙᮦᮕᮞ ᮙᮤᮣ ᮙᮞᮘᮕᮢᮕᮞᮤ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮑᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮩᮼ ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮕᮣᮤ ᮖᮜᮥᮓᮤᮥᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮓᮑᮞ ᮔᮙᮣᮢᮥᮠᮤ ᮙᮤᮼ᮰ ᯔᮜᮟᮢᮑ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮔᮢᮟᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮑᮓᮓᮘᮑᮢᮙᮞᮕ ᮤᮟᮞᮕᮺ ᮑ ᮔᮙᮣᮤᮟᮢᮤᮕᮔ ᮠᮥᮢᮠᮜᮕ ᮗᮜᮟᮧ ᮖᮟᮢᮝᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮤᮙᮠᮣᮼ

᮰ᯐᮥᮤ ᮙᮖ ᮗᮥᮙᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮢᮥᮞᮕᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮓᮑᮢᮦᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮢᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮕᮜᮕᮠᮟᮢᮤᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮣᮤᮟᮞᮕᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮣᮕᮞᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮤᮟ ᮑ ᮠᮢᮕᮔᮕᮤᮕᮢᮝᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮜᮟᮓᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ—ᮥᮞᮜᮕᮣᮣ ᮑᮞᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮠᮑᮤᮙᮑᮜ ᮣᮠᮕᮜᮜ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮢᮖᮕᮢᮕᮔᮼ᮰

᮰ᮄᮓᮘ… ᮃᮟ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ’ᮣ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ…᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮒᮟᮤᮘ ᮗᮑᮣᮠᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮥᮞᮙᮣᮟᮞᮼ

ᮁᮥᮑᮞᮤᮥᮝ ᮕᮞᮤᮑᮞᮗᮜᮕᮝᮕᮞᮤᯍ

ᮅᮞᮓᮜᮕᮑᮢᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔ ᮞᮟᮧ ᮧᮘᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮢᮙᮞᮓᮕᮣᮣᮕᮣ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮕᮞᮔᮕᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮙᮞ ᯓᮜᮔᮕᮞ ᮄᮟᮧᮞᮼ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮗᮑ᮪ᮕ ᮣᮘᮙᮖᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮢᮟᮥᮒᮜᮕᮣᮟᮝᮕᮺ ᮒᮙᮗᮻᮒᮟᮟᮒᮕᮔ ᮒᮕᮣᮤ ᮖᮢᮙᮕᮞᮔᮼ

ᯛᮕᮑᮞᮧᮘᮙᮜᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮟᮜᮔᮕᮞᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔᮺ ᮒᮙᮗᮻᮒᮟᮟᮒᮕᮔ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮥᮗᮗᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮟᮧᮞ ᮓᮜᮟᮤᮘᮕᮣᮺ ᮤᮧᮙᮣᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮟᮔᮩ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮞᮥᮔᮗᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮜᮟᮜᮙ’ᮣ ᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮙᮠᮺ ᮝᮥᮤᮤᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮰ᮇᮘᮩ’ᮢᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮙᮞ’ ᮑᮤ ᮝᮕᯍ ᯜᮟᮤ ᮝᮩ ᮖᮑᮥᮜᮤ…᮰

᮰ᮄᮣᮛ ᮤᮣᮛᮼ᮰

ᯜᮟ ᮔᮟᮥᮒᮤᮺ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮠᮟᮣᮣᮕᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮤᮕᮜᮕᮠᮟᮢᮤᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮑᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮙᮕᮣ—ᮑᮞᮔ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ’ᮣ ᮟᮧᮞ ᮰ᮢᮕᮧᮙᮞᮔᮺ᮰ ᮙᮤ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮑ ᮠᮑᮣᮣᮙᮦᮕ ᮣᮛᮙᮜᮜᮺ ᮔᮙᮖᮖᮙᮓᮥᮜᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮢᮙᮗᮗᮕᮢᮼ

ᯑᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮒᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮔᮥᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮕᮜᮕᮠᮟᮢᮤᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ’ᮣ ᮑᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮩ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮢᮖᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮢᮙᮞᮓᮕᮣᮣᮕᮣ’ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮞᮔᮕᮔ ᮤᮢᮑᮚᮕᮓᮤᮟᮢᮩᯍ ᯗᮖ ᮣᮟᮺ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮙᮞᮖᮜᮥᮕᮞᮓᮕᮔ ᮧᮘᮟᮝ—ᮟᮢ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮒᮟᮤᮘ ᮑᮖᮖᮕᮓᮤᮕᮔᯍ

᮰ᯑᮑᮞ ᮧᮕ ᮔᮕᮔᮥᮓᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮞᮔᮕᮔ ᮔᮕᮣᮤᮙᮞᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮕᮜᮕᮠᮟᮢᮤᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮣᮤᮟᮞᮕᯍ᮰ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮥᮢᮗᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩᮼ

᮰ᯛᮝᮝᮮ᮰

ᯔᮜᮟᮢᮑ ᮜᮑ᮪ᮙᮜᮩ ᮔᮢᮕᮧ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮜᮕᮙᮣᮥᮢᮕᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮤᮢᮙᮕᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮔᮙᮝ ᮤᮕᮜᮕᮠᮟᮢᮤᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮣᮤᮟᮞᮕ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮒᮕᮤᮧᮕᮕᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮝᮠᮜᮕ ᮒᮟᮣᮟᮝ—ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮠᮢᮕᮓᮙᮣᮕᮜᮩᮺ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮦᮑᮜᮜᮕᮩ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮜᮥᮝᮠ ᮠᮕᮑᮓᮘᮕᮣ—ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮟᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮟᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮠᮜᮟᮠᮼ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢ ᮚᮑᮒᮒᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮟᮞᮕ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮞᮑᮢᮢᮟᮧᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮙᮞᮛ ᮕᮩᮕᮣᮼ ᮰ᮅᮞᮖᮟᮢᮤᮥᮞᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩᮺ ᯗ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮥᮜᮤᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢᮖᮥᮜ ᮝᮑᮗᮕ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮢᮕᮤᮥᮢᮞᮙᮞᮗ…᮰

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮤᮙᮜᮤᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔᮺ ᮟᮖᮖᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮢᮕᮗᮢᮕᮤᮖᮥᮜ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮕᮼ ᮰ᯖᮕ ᮣᮑᮙᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮥᮞᮕᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮨ—ᮙᮤ’ᮔ ᮤᮑᮛᮕ ᮑᮗᮕᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮕᮓᮙᮠᮘᮕᮢᮮ᮰

᮰ᯚᮕᮤ ᮝᮕ ᮣᮕᮕᮯ᮰

ᮇᮙᮤᮘᮟᮥᮤ ᮘᮕᮣᮙᮤᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮣᮞᮑᮤᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮟᮞᮕᮼ

ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮧᮑᮢᮝ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮟᮥᮓᮘᮺ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮓᮑᮢᮢᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᯔᮜᮟᮢᮑ’ᮣ ᮒᮟᮔᮩ ᮘᮕᮑᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮑ ᮖᮑᮙᮞᮤ ᮢᮟᮣᮕᮻᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮖᮢᮑᮗᮢᮑᮞᮓᮕᮺ ᮝᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮙᮠᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮑᮢᮣ ᮒᮥᮢᮞᮼ

ᮄᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮖᮜᮥᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮟᮜᮔᮕᮞᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮡᮥᮙᮓᮛᮜᮩ ᮣᮘᮟᮟᮛ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔᮺ ᮖᮟᮢᮓᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖ ᮤᮟ ᮖᮟᮓᮥᮣ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮟᮞᮕ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮣᮼ

᮰ᯒᮟᮕᮣᮞ’ᮤ… ᮣᮕᮕᮝ ᮣᮠᮕᮓᮙᮑᮜ ᮑᮤ ᮑᮜᮜᮼ᮰

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮜᮑᮣᮘᮕᮣ ᮔᮢᮟᮟᮠᮕᮔ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮜᮥᮝᮠᮕᮔ ᮟᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮑᮒᮜᮕᮺ ᮙᮔᮜᮩ ᮣᮤᮙᮢᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮣᮙᮜᮦᮕᮢ ᮣᮠᮟᮟᮞ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮕᮑᮓᮥᮠ ᮧᮘᮙᮜᮕ ᮘᮑᮜᮖᮻᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤᮕᮔᮜᮩ ᮕᮩᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮟᮞᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮑᮜᮝᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮜᮙᮔᮣ ᮗᮢᮟᮧᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮑᮦᮩᮼ

ᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮙᮦᮕ ᮥᮠ—

᮵ᯐ᮪᮪᮪ᮤ—᮵

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮟᮞᮕ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮕᮝᮙᮤᮤᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮖᮑᮙᮞᮤ ᮗᮜᮟᮧ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮑᮜᮝᮺ ᮙᮤᮣ ᮠᮑᮜᮕ ᮠᮥᮢᮠᮜᮕ ᮝᮑᮗᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᮠᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢᮞᮣ ᮠᮥᮜᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮣᮜᮟᮧ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮤᮘᮼ

᮰ᮯᯍ᮰

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ’ᮣ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮧᮙᮔᮕᮞᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮑᮞᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮑᮠᮠᮘᮙᮢᮕ ᮙᮢᮙᮣᮕᮣ ᮢᮕᮖᮜᮕᮓᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮧᮙᮢᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮢᮥᮞᮕᮣ ᮑᮣ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮙᮠᮣ ᮠᮑᮢᮤᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮦᮟᮜᮥᮞᮤᮑᮢᮙᮜᮩᮺ ᮝᮕᮓᮘᮑᮞᮙᮓᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮓᮙᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮞ ᮥᮞᮖᮑᮝᮙᮜᮙᮑᮢ ᮣᮕᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮓᮟᮟᮢᮔᮙᮞᮑᮤᮕᮣᮼ ᮰…ᯁᯅ…ᯆᯆ…᮰

᮰—ᮄᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮣᮯᯍ᮰

ᯚᮑᮤᮙᮤᮥᮔᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮜᮟᮞᮗᮙᮤᮥᮔᮕᯍ

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮢᮕᮑᮓᮤᮕᮔ ᮣᮧᮙᮖᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮥᮢᮕ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕ ᮘᮑᮙᮢ ᮧᮘᮙᮠᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮜᮙᮝᮒᮕᮔ ᮟᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮘᮟᮗᮑᮞᮩ ᮤᮑᮒᮜᮕᮺ ᮛᮞᮕᮕᮣ ᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮔᮗᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮠ ᮑᮣ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮜᮕᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮣ ᮢᮑᮓᮕᮔ ᮑᮓᮢᮟᮣᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮦᮑᮣᮤ ᮕᮨᮠᮑᮞᮣᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯝᮣᮜᮑᮞ ᯙᮙᮞᮗᮔᮟᮝ’ᮣ ᮤᮕᮢᮢᮑᮙᮞᮼ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮤᮙᮠ ᮖᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮜᮑᮞᮔᮕᮔ ᮟᮞ ᮑ ᮝᮟᮥᮞᮤᮑᮙᮞ ᮞᮟᮢᮤᮘ ᮟᮖ ᯓᮜᮔᮕᮞ ᮄᮟᮧᮞᮼ

᮰ᯔᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮙᮤᮯ ᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮑᮣ ᯗ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤᮯ᮰

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮔᮟᮧᮞ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮠᮟᮤᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢ ᮤᮢᮕᮝᮒᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩᮼ ᮰ᮄᮘᮕ ᮗᮟᮒᮜᮙᮞ ᮓᮑᮦᮕᮢᮞᮣ—ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮟᮢᮕᮣᮤ ᮔᮥᮕ ᮞᮟᮢᮤᮘ ᮟᮖ ᯓᮜᮔᮕᮞ ᮄᮟᮧᮞᮼ ᯗ’ᮔ ᮢᮕᮓᮟᮗᮞᮙ᮪ᮕ ᮙᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮙᮖ ᯗ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮑᮣᮘᮯ᮰

ᯔᮜᮟᮢᮑ’ᮣ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮕ ᮦᮑᮞᮙᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮜᮑᮣᮤᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮢᮟᮣᮕ ᮣᮜᮟᮧᮜᮩᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮙᮞᮛ ᮘᮑᮙᮢ ᮜᮙᮖᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮓᮑᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮑᮞ ᮥᮞᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮧᮙᮞᮔᮺ ᮑ ᮔᮑᮞᮗᮕᮢᮟᮥᮣ ᮑᮥᮢᮑ ᮟᮖ ᮝᮑᮞᮑ ᮣᮧᮙᮢᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮢᮼ ᮰ᯛᮩᮺ ᮝᮩ…᮰

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮢᮕᮝᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮣᮧᮕᮕᮤᮺ ᮩᮕᮤ ᮓᮑᮢᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮑᮞ ᮙᮓᮩ ᮕᮔᮗᮕᮼ ᮰ᯗᮤ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮣ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮤᮕᮜᮕᮠᮟᮢᮤᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮣᮤᮟᮞᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮠᮑᮢᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮟᮞᮕ’ᮣ ᮣᮓᮘᮕᮝᮕ ᮤᮟᮟᮮ᮰

ᯓᮢᮕᮑ’ᮣ ᮘᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮟᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮧᮟᮢᮔ ᮘᮙᮜᮤᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮙᮜᮦᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮒᮢᮙᮝᮝᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮜᮕᮤᮘᮑᮜ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮞᮤᮼ ᮰ᯏ ᮝᮕᮤᮙᮓᮥᮜᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩ ᮠᮜᮑᮞᮞᮕᮔ ᮑᮣᮣᮑᮣᮣᮙᮞᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ᮰

ᯝᮥᮤᮣᮙᮔᮕᮺ ᮔᮑᮢᮛ ᮓᮜᮟᮥᮔᮣ ᮗᮑᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕᮔᮺ ᮤᮘᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮢᮥᮝᮒᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮑᮙᮞᮤᮜᮩᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮑᮙᮢ ᮙᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮗᮢᮕᮧ ᮣᮤᮙᮖᮜᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮤᮘᮙᮓᮛ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮕᮞᮣᮙᮟᮞᮼ

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮒᮟᮤᮘ ᮓᮜᮕᮞᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮣᮛᮙᮢᮤᮣᮼ

ᯖᮑᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮢᮙᮞᮓᮕᮣᮣᮕᮣ’ ᮤᮕᮜᮕᮠᮟᮢᮤᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮔᮙᮣᮢᮥᮠᮤᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ’ᮣ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮢᮖᮕᮢᮕᮞᮓᮕ—ᮓᮑᮥᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮤᮟ ᮜᮑᮞᮔ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮟᮥᮤᮘᮕᮢᮞ ᮝᮟᮥᮞᮤᮑᮙᮞ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮕᮑᮔ—ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮜᮙᮛᮕᮜᮩ ᮑᮠᮠᮕᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮔᮙᮢᮕᮓᮤᮜᮩ ᮙᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮞᮟᮧᮻᮔᮕᮣᮤᮢᮟᮩᮕᮔ ᮓᮑᮦᮕᮢᮞᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮟᮥᮤᮓᮟᮝᮕ… ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮓᮕᮢᮤᮑᮙᮞ ᮔᮕᮑᮤᮘᮼ

᮰ᯓᮦᮕᮢᮩᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮑᮛᮕᮣ ᮣᮕᮞᮣᮕ ᮞᮟᮧᮯ ᮇᮕ ᮞᮕᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮖᮙᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮑᮞᮔᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮕᮢᮓᮘᮑᮞᮤ ᮙᮝᮝᮕᮔᮙᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮕᮞᮔ ᮠᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮙᮞᮦᮕᮣᮤᮙᮗᮑᮤᮕ ᯓᮜᮔᮕᮞ’ᮣ ᮣᮥᮢᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗᮣ—ᮓᮘᮕᮓᮛ ᮙᮖ ᮑᮞᮩᮟᮞᮕ ᮕᮞᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮞᮟᮢᮤᮘᮕᮢᮞ ᮝᮟᮥᮞᮤᮑᮙᮞᮣᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮘᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ’ᮣ ᮝᮑᮗᮙᮓ ᮓᮑᮠᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮓᮟᮝᮝᮥᮞᮙᮓᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮝᮟᮞᮣᮤᮕᮢᮣᮼ ᯗ ᮣᮥᮣᮠᮕᮓᮤ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮟᮞᮕ ᮣᮤᮢᮥᮓᮛ ᮑ ᮔᮕᮑᮜ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮟᮒᮜᮙᮞᮣᮯ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮒᮑᮢᮕᮜᮩ ᮠᮑᮥᮣᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮤᮘ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮢᮑᮠᮙᮔᮻᮖᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮡᮥᮕᮣᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮗᮙᮤᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮠᮜᮑᮙᮞᮼ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮣᮜᮕᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮣ ᮓᮢᮥᮝᮠᮜᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮠ’ᮣ ᮕᮔᮗᮕᮼ

ᯓᮢᮕᮑ ᮣᮤᮕᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮢᮧᮑᮢᮔᮼ ᮰ᮉᮟᮥ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮘᮑᮝᮑᮞ—᮰

᮰ᯜᮟᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛᮼ ᯗ’ᮝ ᮓᮕᮢᮤᮑᮙᮞᮼ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮓᮥᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮟᮖᮖᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮝᮑᮜᮜ ᮑᮢᮝᮣ ᮧᮢᮑᮠᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖ ᮙᮞᮦᮟᮜᮥᮞᮤᮑᮢᮙᮜᮩᮼ

ᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮢᮕᮓᮑᮜᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤ ᮔᮙᮣᮑᮣᮤᮢᮟᮥᮣ ᮒᮑᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮑᮜᮟᮞᮗᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ—ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮢᮥᮕᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮔᮕᮑᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮖᮟᮜᮜᮟᮧᮕᮔ—ᮣᮕᮞᮤ ᮑᮞ ᮥᮞᮓᮟᮞᮤᮢᮟᮜᮜᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮜ ᮔᮟᮧᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮠᮙᮞᮕᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮣᮘᮑᮝᮑᮞ’ᮣ ᮗᮑ᮪ᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮒᮢᮙᮝᮝᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮝᮑᮜᮙᮓᮕ… ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮥᮞᮞᮙᮞᮗᮼ

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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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