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

Chapter 57

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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  ᮰ᯖᮩᮑᮘ—ᮯ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮓᮘᮟᮓᮟᮜᮑᮤᮕ ᮒᮑᮢ ᮣᮞᮑᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮓᮢᮙᮣᮠ ᮓᮢᮑᮓᮛᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮗᮕ ᮒᮑᮢᮣ ᮢᮕᮝᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮥᮞᮝᮟᮦᮕᮔᮼ

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕᯈ ᮰ᮼᮼᮼᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑᯈ ᮰ᮼᮼᮼᮼᮼᮼ᮰

᮰ᯗ ᮛᮞᮕᮧ ᮙᮤᮯ᮰

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮣᮘᮟᮦᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮢᮟᮛᮕᮞ ᮘᮑᮜᮖ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮘᮟᮓᮟᮜᮑᮤᮕ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮝᮟᮥᮤᮘᮺ ᮓᮢᮥᮞᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮤ ᮒᮙᮤᮤᮕᮢᮜᮩ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮝᮥᮝᮒᮜᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮗᮢᮙᮤᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮕᮕᮤᮘᮺ ᮰ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮙᮖ ᮧᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑ ᮢᮕᮑᮜ ᮣᮧᮟᮢᮔᮺ ᮧᮕ ᮠᮢᮟᮒᮑᮒᮜᮩ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮛ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮔᮑᮝᮞ ᮓᮑᮗᮕᮯ᮰

᮰ᯒᮟᮞ’ᮤ ᮠᮑᮞᮙᮓᮯ ᯚᮙᮣᮤᮕᮞᮺ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ—ᮔᮟᮞ’ᮤ ᮠᮑᮞᮙᮓ ᮩᮕᮤᮼ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮜᮥᮞᮗᮕᮔ ᮤᮟᮧᮑᮢᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮑᮢᮣᮺ ᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮞᮟᮣᮕ ᮑᮜᮝᮟᮣᮤ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮢᮞᮑᮤᮕ ᮝᮕᮤᮑᮜᮧᮟᮢᮛᮼ ᮰ᯗ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮙ᮪ᮕᮔᮼᮼᮼ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮑᮠᮣ ᮒᮕᮤᮧᮕᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕᮣᮕ ᮒᮑᮢᮣ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮠᮢᮕᮤᮤᮩ ᮧᮙᮔᮕᮼ ᮇᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮣᮡᮥᮕᮕ᮪ᮕ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘᮯᯍ᮰

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮣᮜᮟᮧᮜᮩ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔᮺ ᮧᮑᮤᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮣ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮙᮔᮙᮟᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮑ ᮖᮢᮙᮕᮞᮔ ᮣᮜᮙᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮜᮕᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮑᮢᮝ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮑᮠᮺ ᮖᮟᮜᮜᮟᮧᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔᮕᮢ—

᮰ᮃᮕᮕᮯ ᯗ ᮤᮟᮜᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ—ᯝᮇᮯ᮰

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮘᮙᮠ ᮒᮟᮞᮕ ᮚᮑᮝᮝᮕᮔ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮙᮞᮤᮢᮙᮓᮑᮤᮕ ᮠᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢᮞᮣᮺ ᮝᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮣᮥᮓᮛ ᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮣᮘᮑᮢᮠ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮓᮜᮕᮞᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮤᮕᮕᮤᮘᮼ ᮉᮕᮤᮺ ᮑ ᮤᮢᮙᮥᮝᮠᮘᮑᮞᮤ ᮗᮢᮙᮞ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮓᮜᮥᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮑᮓᮕᮼ ᮰ᯘᮻᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮑ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮖᮟᮢᮓᮕ ᮑᮞᮔᮼᮼᮼᮯ᮰

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮜᮕᮙᮣᮥᮢᮕᮜᮩ ᮠᮢᮟᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖ ᮥᮠ ᮟᮞ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮕᮜᮒᮟᮧᮺ ᮢᮕᮣᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮘᮕᮕᮛ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮑᮜᮝ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮑᮔᮝᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮙᮔᮙᮓᮥᮜᮟᮥᮣ ᮣᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮕᮣᮤ ᮖᮢᮙᮕᮞᮔ ᮧᮢᮙᮗᮗᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮥᮤᮤ ᮒᮕᮤᮧᮕᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮑᮢᮣᮼ

ᯙᮕᮕᮠ ᮑᮤ ᮙᮤᮼ

ᮇᮘᮟ ᮛᮞᮟᮧᮣᯍ ᯗᮤ ᮝᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮑᮓᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮧᮟᮢᮛᮼ

ᮇᮑᮙᮤ ᮑ ᮣᮕᮓᮟᮞᮔᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮗᮜᮑᮞᮓᮕᮔ ᮔᮟᮧᮞ ᮑᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮟᮧᮞ ᮑᮝᮠᮜᮕ ᮓᮥᮢᮦᮕᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮞᮑᮢᮢᮟᮧ ᮗᮑᮠᮼ

᮰ᮼᮼᮼᮃᮘᮙᮤᮼ᮰

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮖᮜᮟᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮒᮑᮓᮛᮧᮑᮢᮔ ᮟᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮥᮣᮘᮙᮟᮞᮣ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮘᮕᮑᮦᮩ ᮤᮘᮥᮔᮺ ᮝᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮞᮤᮙᮢᮕ ᮓᮑᮗᮕ ᮢᮑᮤᮤᮜᮕᮼ ᮰ᯝᮞᮜᮩ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮟᮞᮕ ᮑᮣ ᮖᮜᮑᮤ ᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮒᮟᮑᮢᮔ ᮖᮢᮟᮞᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮥᮠ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮑ ᮔᮥᮝᮒ ᮙᮔᮕᮑᮼ᮰

᮰ᮇᮻᮇᮘᮟ’ᮣ ᮖᮜᮑᮤ ᮟᮞ ᮒᮟᮤᮘ ᮣᮙᮔᮕᮣᯍᮯ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮖᮜᮑᮙᮜᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮔᮙᮗᮞᮑᮞᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮧᮕᮑᮤᮻᮔᮑᮝᮠ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕ ᮘᮑᮙᮢ ᮣᮤᮙᮓᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮜᮥᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮓᮘᮕᮕᮛᮣ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮘᮟᮦᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮙᮠᮣ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮑᮢᮣ—ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮖᮜᮥᮖᮖᮩ ᮛᮙᮤᮤᮕᮞ ᮣᮤᮥᮓᮛ ᮘᮑᮜᮖᮧᮑᮩ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮑ ᮓᮑᮤ ᮔᮟᮟᮢᮼ

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮒᮥᮢᮣᮤ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮜᮑᮥᮗᮘᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮗᮢᮟᮧᮙᮞᮗ ᮜᮟᮥᮔᮕᮢ ᮥᮞᮤᮙᮜ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮢᮟᮜᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮥᮣᮘᮙᮟᮞᮣᮺ ᮓᮜᮥᮤᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮤᮟᮝᮑᮓᮘᮼ ᮰ᮀᮖᮖᮤ—ᯖᯏᯖᯏᯖᯏᮯ ᮉᮟᮥ ᮜᮟᮟᮛ—ᮣᮞᮢᮛ—ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮣᮞᮟᮧ ᮧᮕᮑᮣᮕᮜ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮙᮤᮣ ᮤᮑᮙᮜ ᮓᮑᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮔᮟᮟᮢᮯ᮰

᮰ᮃᮘᮻᮃᮘᮥᮤ ᮥᮠᮯ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑᮺ ᮢᮕᮔᮻᮖᮑᮓᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮘᮥᮝᮙᮜᮙᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮗᮑᮦᮕ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮖᮙᮞᮑᮜ ᮔᮕᮣᮠᮕᮢᮑᮤᮕ ᮠᮥᮣᮘ—

ᮂᯗᯗᯗᮀᮯ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮜᮑᮦᮙᮣᮘ ᮣᮛᮙᮢᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮔᮢᮕᮣᮣ ᮤᮟᮢᮕ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮞ ᮟᮖᮖᮼ

ᯐᮟᮤᮘ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᮣ ᮖᮢᮟ᮪ᮕᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮣᮘᮑᮢᮠ ᮣᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮖᮑᮒᮢᮙᮓ ᮤᮕᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮑᮔᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮘᮕᮑᮦᮩ ᮔᮟᮟᮢᮣ ᮣᮧᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮠᮕᮞ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮼ ᯏ ᮝᮑᮙᮔ ᮣᮤᮕᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮗᮑ᮪ᮕ ᮣᮧᮕᮕᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮟᮟᮝ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮜᮑᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮞ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮗᮑᮣᮠᮕᮔᮼ ᮰ᯕᮟᮟᮔ ᮘᮕᮑᮦᮕᮞᮣᮯ ᯚᮑᮔᮩ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ’ᮣ ᮔᮢᮕᮣᮣᮯ ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮓᮘᮟᮣᮕᮞ ᮒᮩ ᯖᮕᮢ ᯖᮙᮗᮘᮞᮕᮣᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯑᮢᮟᮧᮞ ᮀᮢᮙᮞᮓᮕᮣᮣᮼᮼᮼᮯ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮑᮙᮢ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮗᮕ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮙᮓᮕᮼ

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮣᮙᮜᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮣᮓᮟᮟᮤᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮢᮞᮕᮢᮺ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮓᮥᮣᮘᮙᮟᮞ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮑᮓᮕᮼ ᮰ᯗ ᮣᮑᮧ ᮞᮟᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑᮺ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮧᮕᮔᮗᮕᮔ ᮒᮕᮤᮧᮕᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮑᮢᮣᮺ ᮤᮧᮙᮤᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮙᮠᮣ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮨᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮣᮜᮟᮧᮜᮩ ᮓᮢᮥᮝᮠᮜᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮔᮕᮣᮠᮑᮙᮢᮼ

᮰ᮼᮼᮼᯗᮣ ᮙᮤ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮜᮑᮤᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮜᮑᮩ ᮔᮕᮑᮔᯍ᮰

᮰ᯚᮑᮔᮩ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑᮺ ᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮙᮣ ᮑ ᮞᮕᮧ ᮔᮢᮕᮣᮣᮼ ᮀᮜᮕᮑᮣᮕ ᮢᮕᮖᮢᮑᮙᮞ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮖᮥᮢᮤᮘᮕᮢᮼᮼᮼ ᮥᮞᮣᮕᮕᮝᮜᮩ ᮒᮕᮘᮑᮦᮙᮟᮢᮼ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮙᮔ ᮣᮧᮙᮖᮤᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮖᮢᮕᮣᮘ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕ ᮗᮟᮧᮞᮺ ᮓᮑᮢᮕᮖᮥᮜᮜᮩ ᮖᮟᮜᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮤ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮣᮜᮙᮠᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮤ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮑᮢᮣ ᮤᮟ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑᮼ ᮄᮘᮕᮞᮺ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑᮞᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮟᮧᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮔᮢᮕᮧᮼ

ᮇᮑᮤᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮢᮕᮤᮢᮕᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮑᮓᮛᮣᮺ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮓᮜᮕᮞᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮙᮣᮤᮣᮺ ᮗᮢᮙᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮕᮕᮤᮘᮼ ᮰ᮄᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮒᮑᮣᮤᮑᮢᮔᮣᮼᮼᮼ ᮄᮘᮕᮩ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮜᮕᮖᮤ ᮗᮥᮑᮢᮔᮣ ᮠᮟᮣᮤᮕᮔ ᮟᮥᮤᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮧᮑᮩ ᮟᮥᮤᮯᯍ᮰

᮰ᯛᮑᮙᮔᮣᮼᮼᮼ ᮗᮥᮑᮢᮔᮣᮼᮼᮼ ᯖᮕᮩᮺ ᯗ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮑᮞ ᮙᮔᮕᮑᮯ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑᮺ ᮝᮙᮔᮻᮧᮑᮩ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮔᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮢᮑᮙᮣᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮼ ᮰ᯓᮦᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮒᮢᮙᮜᮜᮙᮑᮞᮓᮕᯍ ᯗᮖ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮝᮑᮙᮔᮣ ᮟᮥᮤᮣᮙᮔᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮝᮕᮑᮞᮣ ᮧᮕ ᮓᮑᮞ ᮓᮑᮜᮜ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮘᮕᮜᮠᮼ᮰

᮰ᯑᮑᮜᮜ ᮖᮟᮢᮼᮼᮼᯍ᮰

᮰ᯑᮟᮥᮗᮘᮼᮼᮼ ᮓᮟᮥᮗᮘᮻᮓᮟᮥᮗᮘᮼᮼᮼᮯ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮑᮒᮢᮥᮠᮤᮜᮩ ᮓᮥᮢᮜᮕᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮢᮞᮕᮢ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮗᮕᮺ ᮓᮜᮥᮤᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮘᮕᮣᮤ ᮑᮣ ᮦᮙᮟᮜᮕᮞᮤ ᮓᮟᮥᮗᮘᮣ ᮧᮢᮑᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮟᮔᮩᮼ ᯖᮕᮢ ᮔᮙᮣᮘᮕᮦᮕᮜᮕᮔ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕ ᮘᮑᮙᮢ ᮣᮠᮙᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮑᮜᮕ ᮓᮘᮕᮕᮛᮣᮼ

ᮇᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮤᮢᮕᮝᮒᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮕᮑᮛᮜᮩ ᮣᮜᮑᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮑᮢᮣᮼ ᮰ᯖᮻᯖᮕᮜᮠᮼᮼᮼ ᯗ ᮓᮑᮞ’ᮤᮼᮼᮼ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮤᮘᮕᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᯑᮑᮤᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮞ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮑᮞᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮞᮕᮙᮗᮘᮒᮟᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮑᮗᮕ ᮓᮜᮥᮤᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮤᮟᮝᮑᮓᮘ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮟᮜᮜᮑᮠᮣᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮔᮢᮑᮝᮑᮤᮙᮓ ᮝᮟᮑᮞᮼ ᮰ᮅᮗᮘᮼᮼᮼ ᯗᮤ ᮘᮥᮢᮤᮣᮼᮼᮼᮯ᮰

ᮄᮕᮑᮢᮣ ᮧᮕᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮑᮠᮠᮘᮙᮢᮕ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮒᮙᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮙᮠᮺ ᮜᮕᮤᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮠᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮧᮘᮙᮝᮠᮕᮢᮣᮼ ᮰ᯗᮤ ᮝᮥᮣᮤ ᮒᮕᮼᮼᮼ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮛᮖᮑᮣᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮠᮟᮙᮣᮟᮞᮕᮔᮼᮼᮼᮯ᮰

ᮃᮤᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮖᮟᮟᮤᮣᮤᮕᮠᮣ ᮕᮓᮘᮟᮕᮔ ᮟᮥᮤᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮑ ᮧᮟᮝᮑᮞ ᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮠᮢᮙᮣᮤᮙᮞᮕ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕ ᮝᮑᮙᮔ ᮥᮞᮙᮖᮟᮢᮝ ᮕᮞᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮑᮔᮚᮥᮣᮤᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮗᮟᮜᮔᮻᮢᮙᮝᮝᮕᮔ ᮗᮜᮑᮣᮣᮕᮣᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮘᮑᮢᮠ ᮗᮑ᮪ᮕ ᮣᮧᮕᮕᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕᮝᮼ

᮰ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮢᮟᮥᮒᮜᮕᮺ ᮝᮩ ᮜᮑᮔᮙᮕᮣᯍ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮙᮔ ᮠᮥᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮗᮜᮑᮣᮣᮕᮣ ᮥᮠᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮕᮞᮣᮕᮣ ᮖᮜᮑᮣᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮟᮜᮔᮜᮩᮼ

᮰ᯗᮼᮼᮼ ᮝᮩ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮗᮑᮣᮠᮕᮔ ᮧᮕᮑᮛᮜᮩᮺ ᮗᮢᮙᮠᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮑᮢᮣᮼ ᮰ᯜᮕᮕᮔᮼᮼᮼ ᮖᮢᮕᮣᮘ ᮑᮙᮢᮼᮼᮼ᮰

᮰ᯗ’ᮦᮕ ᮗᮟᮤ ᮖᮟᮟᮔ ᮠᮟᮙᮣᮟᮞᮙᮞᮗᮯ᮰ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮓᮥᮢᮜᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮑ ᮖᮕᮤᮑᮜ ᮠᮟᮣᮙᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ ᮰ᯜᮕᮕᮔᮼᮼᮼ ᮤᮢᮕᮑᮤᮝᮕᮞᮤᮼᮼᮼ ᮞᮟᮧᮼ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮙᮔ ᮣᮤᮕᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮓᮜᮟᮣᮕᮢᮺ ᮕᮨᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞᮜᮕᮣᮣᮼ

᮰ᯚᮑᮔᮩ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑᮺ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮓᮟᮥᮗᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮣ ᮖᮑᮢ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮢᮘᮩᮤᮘᮝᮙᮓᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮨᮙᮟᮞ ᮙᮣ ᮠᮕᮢᮖᮕᮓᮤᮜᮩ ᮘᮕᮑᮜᮤᮘᮩᮼ᮰

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮑᮔᮚᮥᮣᮤᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮗᮜᮑᮣᮣᮕᮣ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮼ ᮰ᯚᮑᮔᮩ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕᮺ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮛᮖᮑᮣᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮠᮕᮓᮙᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮠᮢᮕᮠᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮟᮥᮢ ᮞᮥᮤᮢᮙᮤᮙᮟᮞᮙᮣᮤᮣᮼ ᮄᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮙᮣ ᮞᮟ ᮠᮟᮣᮣᮙᮒᮜᮕ ᮧᮑᮩ ᮙᮤ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᮠᮟᮙᮣᮟᮞᮙᮞᮗ—ᮞᮟᮢ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮠᮢᮟᮔᮥᮓᮕ ᮤᮘᮕᮣᮕ ᮣᮩᮝᮠᮤᮟᮝᮣᮼ᮰

᮰ᯐᮥᮤ ᮧᮕ’ᮢᮕ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩ—᮰

᮰ᮂᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮔᮩᮙᮞᮗ—᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮙᮔ ᮣᮙᮗᮘᮕᮔᮺ ᮠᮥᮜᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮣᮝᮑᮜᮜ ᮦᮙᮑᮜ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮕᮜᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮜᮙᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮤ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮑᮢᮣᮼ ᮰ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮙᮣ ᮑ ᮠᮜᮑᮓᮕᮒᮟ ᮣᮠᮕᮓᮙᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮠᮢᮕᮠᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᯖᮕᮢ ᯖᮙᮗᮘᮞᮕᮣᮣᮼ ᯒᮢᮙᮞᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮙᮜᮜ ᮠᮢᮟᮦᮙᮔᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮣᮩᮓᮘᮟᮜᮟᮗᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᮕᮖᮖᮕᮓᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮵ᮝᮙᮢᮑᮓᮥᮜᮟᮥᮣ ᮢᮕᮓᮟᮦᮕᮢᮩᮼ᮵᮰

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮜᮙᮠᮣ ᮓᮥᮢᮦᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮑ ᮠᮢᮟᮖᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞᮑᮜ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮕᮼ ᮰ᯗᮞᮓᮙᮔᮕᮞᮤᮑᮜᮜᮩᮺ ᮧᮕ ᮝᮟᮞᮙᮤᮟᮢ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮣᮑᮖᮕᮤᮩ ᮑᮤ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮣᮼ ᮃᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮗᮕᮞᮥᮙᮞᮕ ᮜᮙᮖᮕᮻᮤᮘᮢᮕᮑᮤᮕᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮩᮝᮠᮤᮟᮝᮣ ᮑᮢᮙᮣᮕᮺ ᮧᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮞᮑᮤᮥᮢᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮕᮣᮓᮟᮢᮤ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮢᮕᮑᮤᮝᮕᮞᮤᮼ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮣᮤᮙᮖᮖᮕᮞᮕᮔᮼ

᮰ᯖᮟᮧᮕᮦᮕᮢᮼ᮰

ᯏᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮙᮔ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮜᮕᮑᮦᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮛᮕᮩᮣ ᮑᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮑᮙᮣᮤ ᮚᮙᮞᮗᮜᮕᮔᮼ ᮰ᯔᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮜᮜᮞᮕᮣᮣ ᮧᮙᮜᮜ ᮒᮕ ᮞᮟᮤᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮔᮙᮣᮓᮙᮠᮜᮙᮞᮑᮢᮩ ᮢᮕᮓᮟᮢᮔᮼ ᯗ ᮘᮕᮑᮢ ᯖᮕᮢ ᯖᮙᮗᮘᮞᮕᮣᮣ ᮠᮜᮑᮞᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩᮼᮼᮼ ᮣᮕᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮤᮘᮕᮣᮕ ᮝᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢᮣ ᮥᮠᮟᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮢᮕᮤᮥᮢᮞᮼ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮟᮟᮢ ᮣᮘᮥᮤᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᮣ ᮔᮕᮖᮜᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮠᮥᮞᮓᮤᮥᮢᮕᮔ ᮒᮑᮜᮜᮟᮟᮞᮣᮼ

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮠᮙᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮦᮙᮑᮜᮺ ᮤᮟᮟᮛ ᮑ ᮣᮙᮠᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮤᮥᮓᮛ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮟᮞᮗᮥᮕᮼ

᮰ᯗᮤ’ᮣ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮣᮥᮗᮑᮢ ᮧᮑᮤᮕᮢᮼ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕᮩ ᮓᮟᮜᮜᮑᮠᮣᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮕᮨᮘᮑᮥᮣᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ

ᯏᮢᮕ ᮧᮕ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮗᮟᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮣᮤᮥᮓᮛ ᮘᮕᮢᮕᮼᮼᮼ ᮥᮞᮤᮙᮜ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮙᮞᮦᮕᮣᮤᮙᮗᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮙᮣ ᮟᮦᮕᮢᯍ

ᯝᮥᮢ ᮖᮥᮤᮥᮢᮕ’ᮣ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮣᮓᮢᮕᮧᮕᮔᮼ

ᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮑᮣ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ’ᮣ ᮒᮢᮑᮙᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮟᮦᮕᮢᮘᮕᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮣᮝᮑᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮟᮧᮞ ᮖᮟᮢᮕᮘᮕᮑᮔᮼ

᮰ᮇᮻᮇᮑᮙᮤᮯ ᯏᮤ ᮜᮕᮑᮣᮤ ᮧᮕ ᮛᮞᮟᮧ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ’ᮦᮕ ᮗᮟᮤ ᮣᮠᮑᮢᮕ ᮛᮕᮩᮣᮯ᮰

ᯝᮥᮤᮣᮙᮔᮕᮺ ᮔᮥᮣᮛ ᮔᮕᮕᮠᮕᮞᮕᮔᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮤᮢᮑᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮒᮕᮑᮣᮤᮣ ᮕᮨᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮗᮜᮑᮞᮓᮕᮺ ᮑ ᮞᮕᮧ ᮣᮠᮑᮢᮛ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮟᮠᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮣᮼ

ᮄᮟ ᮕᮣᮓᮑᮠᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮙᮝᮠᮕᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ—ᮟᮢ ᮔᮑᮙᮜᮩ—ᮘᮟᮢᮢᮟᮢᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮰ᮣᮕᮤᮤᮜᮙᮞᮗᮺ᮰ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮙᮦᮕ ᮙᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮑᮜᮜᮼ

᮰ᯖᮕᮩᮯ ᯒᮟᮞ’ᮤ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮕᮜᮕᮠᮟᮢᮤᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮤᮢᮙᮓᮛ ᮥᮠ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮣᮜᮕᮕᮦᮕᯍᮯ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮗᮢᮑᮒᮒᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮑᮢᮣᮺ ᮘᮙᮣᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟᮧᮑᮢᮔ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ’ᮣ ᮓᮑᮗᮕᮼ ᮰ᮅᮣᮕ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮗᮟᮔᮔᮑᮝᮞ ᮙᮞᮦᮙᮞᮓᮙᮒᮜᮕ ᮤᮕᮜᮕᮠᮟᮢᮤ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩᮯ᮰

ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮣᮕᮓᮢᮕᮤᮼ

ᯝᮞᮕ ᮛᮞᮟᮧᮞ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮑᮦᮕᮞᮺ ᮕᮑᮢᮤᮘᮺ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕᮼᮼᮼ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖᮼ

ᯜᮟᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮓᮢᮟᮧᮞ ᮠᮢᮙᮞᮓᮕᮣᮣᮕᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮑᮧᮑᮢᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮙᮤᮼ

ᯜᮟᮧᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮘᮟᮠᮕ ᮢᮕᮣᮤᮕᮔ ᮟᮞ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ’ᮣ ᮘᮙᮔᮔᮕᮞ ᮓᮑᮢᮔᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮓᮘᮟᮟᮣᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮢᮙᮗᮗᮕᮢ ᮑ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᮢᮕᮦᮕᮢᮣᮑᮜ—ᮑᮞᮔ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮙᮖ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮔᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ’ᮔ ᮠᮢᮟᮒᮑᮒᮜᮩ ᮕᮞᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮓᮑᮗᮕᮔ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞ ᮑᮞᮩᮧᮑᮩᮼ

᮰ᮄᮕᮜᮕᮠᮟᮢᮤᮙᮞᮗᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᯏᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮕᮞᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮟᮖ ᮙᮤᮺ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ’ᮣ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮒᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮣᮓᮑᮢᮜᮕᮤᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮑᮢᮣ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮢᮙᮝᮣᮟᮞᮼ

᮰ᯜᮻᯜᮟ ᮧᮑᮩᮯ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮑᮓᮤᮙᮦᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮓᮟᮞᮔᮙᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮙᮣ ᮤᮟᮟᮼᮼᮼᮯ᮰

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮖᮙᮔᮗᮕᮤᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮛᮙᮢᮤ ᮘᮕᮝᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮣᮘᮢᮙᮞᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮑ ᮧᮘᮙᮣᮠᮕᮢᮼ ᮰ᮼᮼᮼᮄᮟᮟ ᮣᮠᮕᮓᮙᮖᮙᮓᮼ᮰

᮰ᮇᮕ’ᮢᮕ ᮧᮑᮩ ᮠᮑᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮞᮟᮧᮯ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮣᮤᮟᮝᮠᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮟᮟᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮖᮢᮥᮣᮤᮢᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ ᮰ᯝᮢ ᮔᮟ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮧᮑᮞᮞᮑ ᮧᮑᮙᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮕᮞᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮥᮣ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮜᮙᮦᮕᮣᮤᮟᮓᮛᯍᮯ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮑᮙᮢ ᮖᮢᮟ᮪ᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮣᮕᮓᮟᮞᮔᮣᮼ

᮰ᮼᮼᮼᮅᮗᮘᮼ᮰

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮒᮥᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮣᮺ ᮤᮢᮕᮝᮒᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮘᮥᮝᮙᮜᮙᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ

ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮠᮑᮥᮣᮕᮺ ᮑ ᮧᮘᮙᮣᮠᮕᮢᮻᮤᮘᮙᮞ ᮢᮕᮠᮜᮩ ᮣᮜᮙᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮣᮼ

᮰ᮄᮻᮄᮥᮢᮞ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔᮼ᮰

᮰ᯖᮥᮘᯍ᮰

᮰ᮄᮥᮢᮞ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔᮯ᮰

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ’ᮣ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮚᮥᮝᮠᮕᮔ ᮑᮞ ᮟᮓᮤᮑᮦᮕ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮙᮝᮝᮕᮔᮙᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮣᮘᮢᮑᮞᮛ ᮒᮑᮓᮛᮺ ᮖᮜᮥᮣᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔᮼ ᮰ᯏᮻᯏᮞᮔ ᮓᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮜᮑᮞᮛᮕᮤᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮢᮟᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮟᮒᮕᮩᮕᮔᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮑᮧᮑᮩᮺ ᮩᮑᮞᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮦᮕᮜᮦᮕᮤ ᮒᮜᮑᮞᮛᮕᮤ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖ ᮥᮞᮤᮙᮜ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮧᮢᮑᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑᮞ ᮑᮙᮢᮤᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮓᮟᮓᮟᮟᮞᮼ ᯖᮕᮢ ᮝᮥᮖᮖᮜᮕᮔ ᮗᮢᮥᮝᮒᮜᮕ ᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘᯈ ᮰ᯖᮑᮠᮠᮩ ᮞᮟᮧᯍ ᮃᮟ ᮔᮑᮝᮞ ᮣᮕᮓᮢᮕᮤᮙᮦᮕᮼ᮰

ᯔᮑᮒᮢᮙᮓ ᮢᮥᮣᮤᮜᮕᮔ ᮟᮥᮤᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮗᮕᮼ

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ’ᮣ ᮕᮑᮢᮣ ᮠᮕᮢᮛᮕᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮑᮣ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ’ᮣ ᮝᮟᮢᮤᮙᮖᮙᮕᮔ ᮗᮢᮟᮧᮜ ᮢᮕᮑᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢᯈ

᮰ᮀᮕᮕᮛ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯗ’ᮜᮜ ᮛᮙᮜᮜ ᮩᮟᮥᮼ᮰

᮰ᮉᮕᮑᮘᮺ ᮩᮕᮑᮘᮺ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᯗ’ᮔ ᮧᮑᮞᮞᮑ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮼ ᮇᮕ’ᮢᮕ ᮒᮟᮤᮘ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᮣᮺ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ’ᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮙᮗ ᮔᮕᮑᮜᮼᮼᮼ ᯜᮟᮤ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᯗ’ᮔ ᮣᮤᮕᮑᮜ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮤᮕᮓᮘᮞᮙᮡᮥᮕ ᮑᮞᮩᮧᮑᮩᮼ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮜᮟᮜᮙ ᮘᮥᮖᮖᮕᮔ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮜᮑᮞᮛᮕᮤ—

ᮄᮘᮕᮞᮺ ᮑ ᮣᮟᮖᮤᮺ ᮧᮕᮤ ᮠᮟᮠ ᮕᮓᮘᮟᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮗᮕᮼ

—ᯚᮙᮛᮕ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮜᮙᮓᮛ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮠᮥᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮖᮢᮕᮕ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮑ ᮤᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮣᮠᮑᮓᮕᮼ

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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