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

Chapter 62

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 ᯒᯋᯀᯍᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯑᯀᯘᯒ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯄᯓᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯔᯍ ᯒᯓᯑᯄᯀᯌᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯑᯎᯎᯊᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯍᯃᯎᯖᯒ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᮡᯑᯎᯊᯄᯍ ᮡᯎᯖᯋ ᮲ᯎᯂᯈᯄᯓᯘᮋ ᯂᯀᯒᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯌᯎᯓᯓᯋᯄᯃ ᯒᯇᯀᯃᯎᯖᯒ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯎᯎᯃᯄᯍ ᯅᯋᯎᯎᯑᮍ

᮲ᯇᯄᯈᯋᯀ ᯏᯔᯒᯇᯄᯃ ᯎᯏᯄᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯑᯄᯀᯊᯘ ᯖᯎᯎᯃᯄᯍ ᯃᯎᯎᯑᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯏᯀᯋᯄ ᯏᯔᯑᯏᯋᯄ ᯇᯀᯈᯑ ᯆᯄᯍᯓᯋᯘ ᯒᯓᯈᯑᯑᯄᯃ ᯁᯘ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯄᯕᯄᯍᯈᯍᯆ ᯁᯑᯄᯄᯙᯄ ᯀᯒ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯄᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯀᯒᯈᯃᯄ ᯓᯎ ᯋᯄᯓ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯀᯍᯃ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯄᯍᯓᯄᯑ ᯅᯈᯑᯒᯓᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯃᯈᯋᯀᯏᯈᯃᯀᯓᯄᯃ ᯂᯀᯁᯈᯍ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯅᯈᯋᯋᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯈᯍᯆᯋᯄᯃ ᯒᯂᯄᯍᯓᯒ ᯎᯅ ᯑᯎᯓᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯖᯎᯎᯃ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯀᯑᯎᯌᯀ ᯎᯅ ᯁᯑᯄᯀᯃᮍ

ᮢᯑᯀᯂᯊᯒ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯘᯄᯀᯑᯒ ᯎᯅ ᯖᯄᯀᯑ ᯂᯎᯕᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯀᯋᯋᯒᮋ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯒᯓᯑᯈᯏᯒ ᯎᯅ ᯎᯋᯃ ᯂᯋᯎᯓᯇ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯃᯑᯈᯄᯃ ᯇᯀᯘ ᯇᯀᯒᯓᯈᯋᯘ ᯒᯓᯔᯅᯅᯄᯃ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯀᯏᯒ ᯓᯎ ᯁᯋᯎᯂᯊ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯈᯍᯃᮍ

ᮨᯍ ᯎᯍᯄ ᯂᯎᯑᯍᯄᯑ ᯒᯀᯓ ᯀ ᯏᯈᯋᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯌᯄᯍᯃᯄᯃ ᯂᯋᯀᯘ ᯁᯎᯖᯋᯒᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯂᯇᯈᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯄᯃᯆᯄᯒ ᯖᯎᯑᯍ ᯒᯌᯎᯎᯓᯇ—ᯋᯈᯊᯄᯋᯘ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯑᯈᯆᯈᯍ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᮁᮡᯑᯎᯊᯄᯍ ᮡᯎᯖᯋ ᮲ᯎᯂᯈᯄᯓᯘᮁ ᯍᯀᯌᯄᮍ

ᮥᯈᯕᯄ ᯎᯑ ᯒᯈᯗ ᯂᯇᯈᯋᯃᯑᯄᯍ ᯇᯔᯃᯃᯋᯄᯃ ᯀᯑᯎᯔᯍᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯄᯍᯓᯑᯀᯋ ᯅᯈᯑᯄ ᯏᯈᯓᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯋᯃᯄᯒᯓ ᯍᯎ ᯌᯎᯑᯄ ᯓᯇᯀᯍ ᯀ ᯓᯄᯄᯍᯀᯆᯄᯑᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯘᯎᯔᯍᯆᯄᯒᯓ ᯁᯀᯑᯄᯋᯘ ᯒᯈᯗ ᯎᯑ ᯒᯄᯕᯄᯍᮍ

ᮣᯑᯄᯒᯒᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯏᯀᯓᯂᯇᯄᯃ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯅᯀᯃᯄᯃ ᯂᯋᯎᯓᯇᯄᯒᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯒᯇᯀᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯀ ᯏᯎᯓ ᯎᯅ ᯒᯓᯄᯀᯌᯈᯍᯆ ᯖᯈᯋᯃ ᯕᯄᯆᯄᯓᯀᯁᯋᯄ ᯒᯎᯔᯏ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯖᯎᯎᯃᯄᯍ ᯒᯏᯎᯎᯍᯒᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯂᯇᯈᯋᯃᯑᯄᯍᮆᯒ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯋᯈᯓ ᯔᯏ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯎᯌᯄᯍᯓ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯒᯀᯖ ᮲ᯇᯄᯈᯋᯀ ᯑᯄᯓᯔᯑᯍᮍ

ᮁ᮲ᯇᯄᯈᯋᯀᮌᯍᯄᯄᮀᮁ

ᮠ ᯋᯈᯓᯓᯋᯄ ᯆᯈᯑᯋ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯀ ᯂᯑᯎᯎᯊᯄᯃ ᯁᯑᯀᯈᯃ ᯑᯀᯍ ᯎᯕᯄᯑᮋ ᯒᯓᯀᯍᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯈᯏᯓᯎᯄ ᯓᯎ ᯇᯄᯋᯏ ᯔᯍᯓᯈᯄ ᮲ᯇᯄᯈᯋᯀᮆᯒ ᯅᯋᯎᯔᯑᮌᯃᯔᯒᯓᯄᯃ ᯀᯏᯑᯎᯍᮍ

᮲ᯇᯄᯈᯋᯀ ᯆᯄᯍᯓᯋᯘ ᯑᯔᯅᯅᯋᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯈᯑᯋᮆᯒ ᯇᯀᯈᯑ ᯁᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄ ᯓᯔᯑᯍᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯓᯖᯎ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯀᯍ ᯀᯏᯎᯋᯎᯆᯄᯓᯈᯂ ᯒᯌᯈᯋᯄᮍ ᮁ᮳ᯎᯍᯈᯆᯇᯓᮋ ᯖᯄ ᯎᯍᯋᯘ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯁᯋᯀᯂᯊ ᯁᯑᯄᯀᯃ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯁᯄᯀᯍ ᯒᯎᯔᯏᮍ ᮨ ᯇᯎᯏᯄ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯃᯎᯍᮆᯓ ᯌᯈᯍᯃᮍᮁ

ᮁᮧᮌᯇᯎᯖ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯖᯄᮞᮀᮁ

ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄᮆᯒ ᯆᯎᯋᯃᯄᯍ ᯓᯖᯈᯍᮌᯓᯀᯈᯋᯒ ᯀᯁᯑᯔᯏᯓᯋᯘ ᯒᯓᯎᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯔᯒᯔᯀᯋ ᯒᯖᯀᯘᯈᯍᯆᮍ

ᮁ᮸ᯎᯔᮆᯑᯄ ᯓᯎᯎ ᯊᯈᯍᯃᮀᮁ ᮧᯄᯑ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯒᯏᯀᯑᯊᯋᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯒᯈᯍᯂᯄᯑᯈᯓᯘᮍ ᮁᮡᯄᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯋᯋᯎᯖᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯓᯀᯘ ᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᯈᯒ ᯀᯋᯑᯄᯀᯃᯘ ᯀ ᯓᯑᯄᯌᯄᯍᯃᯎᯔᯒ ᯊᯈᯍᯃᯍᯄᯒᯒᮍ ᮨᯅ ᯀᯍᯘᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆᮋ ᯖᯄ ᯒᯇᯎᯔᯋᯃ—ᮁ

᮲ᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯑᯀᯈᯆᯇᯓᯄᯍᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯁᯀᯂᯊᮋ ᯂᯋᯀᯒᯏᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯇᯀᯍᯃᯒ ᯈᯍ ᯅᯑᯎᯍᯓ ᯎᯅ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯊᯈᯑᯓᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯏᯄᯑᯅᯎᯑᯌᯄᯃ ᯀᯍ ᯄᯋᯄᯆᯀᯍᯓᮋ ᯋᯀᯃᯘᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯁᯎᯖᮍ ᮁ—ᯎᯅᯅᯄᯑ ᯏᯀᯘᯌᯄᯍᯓᮍᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀᮋ ᯖᯇᯎ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯁᯄᯄᯍ ᯈᯃᯋᯘ ᯖᯀᯓᯂᯇᯈᯍᯆᮋ ᯍᯄᯀᯑᯋᯘ ᯃᯑᯎᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯉᯀᯖ ᯈᯍ ᯒᯇᯎᯂᯊᮍ

᮲ᯈᯍᯂᯄ ᯖᯇᯄᯍ ᯃᯈᯃ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯈᯃᯈᯎᯓ ᯋᯄᯀᯑᯍ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯀᯋᯊ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯍᯎᯁᯈᯋᯈᯓᯘᮞᮀ

ᮣᯀᯌᯍᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ’ᯒ ᯀᯂᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯎ ᯑᯄᯅᯈᯍᯄᯃᮍ

᮶ᯇᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯇᯄᯋᯋ ᯓᯑᯀᯈᯍᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯓᯇᯈᯒᮞᮀ

ᮁᮭᯎ ᯍᯄᯄᯃᯝᮁ

᮲ᯇᯄᯈᯋᯀᮆᯒ ᯇᯀᯍᯃ ᯃᯀᯑᯓᯄᯃ ᯎᯔᯓ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯀ ᯅᯈᯒᯇᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯅᯈᯍᯆᯄᯑᯓᯈᯏ ᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᯋᯘ ᯏᯑᯄᯒᯒᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᯒᯓ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄᮆᯒ ᯇᯀᯍᯃᮋ ᯆᯔᯈᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯈᯍᯃᯄᯗ ᯅᯈᯍᯆᯄᯑ ᯁᯀᯂᯊ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯏᯀᯋᯌᮍ

ᮁ᮳ᯇᯀᯓ’ᯒ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯑᯔᯋᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᮡᯑᯎᯊᯄᯍ ᮡᯎᯖᯋ ᮲ᯎᯂᯈᯄᯓᯘᮋᮁ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯒᯀᯈᯃᮋ ᯓᯈᯋᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯂᯇᯈᯍ ᯓᯎᯖᯀᯑᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯇᯈᯋᯃᯑᯄᯍ ᯒᯄᯓᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯀᯁᯋᯄᮍ ᮁᮧᯄᯑᯄᮋ ᯒᯇᯀᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯃᯎᯄᯒᯍ’ᯓ ᯑᯄᯐᯔᯈᯑᯄ ᯏᯀᯘᯌᯄᯍᯓᮍ ᮢᯎᯌᯄᮋ ᯄᯀᯓ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯔᯒᯝᮁ

ᮁ᮶ᮌᯖᯄᯋᯋᮋ ᯖᯄ’ᯋᯋ ᯖᯀᯒᯇ ᯎᯔᯑ ᯇᯀᯍᯃᯒ ᯅᯈᯑᯒᯓᮀᮁ

ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯍᯎᯃᯃᯄᯃᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯍ ᯆᯑᯀᯁᯁᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯈᯋᯋᮌᯃᯀᯙᯄᯃ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯋᯎᯋᯈ ᯁᯘ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯀᯑᯌᮋ ᯏᯑᯀᯂᯓᯈᯂᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯃᯑᯀᯆᯆᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯀᯖᯀᯘᮍ

ᮠᯒ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯊᯈᯓᯂᯇᯄᯍ ᯂᯔᯑᯓᯀᯈᯍ ᯒᯖᯀᯘᯄᯃᮋ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ’ᯒ ᯒᯖᯄᯄᯓ ᯒᯌᯈᯋᯄ ᯑᯀᯏᯈᯃᯋᯘ ᯅᯀᯃᯄᯃ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯇᯀᯃᯎᯖᯒᮍ

ᮢᯑᯎᯒᯒᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯀᯑᯌᯒᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯆᯎᯋᯃᯄᯍ ᯇᯀᯈᯑ ᯒᯓᯈᯋᯋ ᯑᯀᯃᯈᯀᯍᯓ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯈᯌ ᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯓᯔᯆᯆᯄᯃ ᯀᯓ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ’ᯒ ᯒᯊᯈᯑᯓ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯖᯇᯈᯒᯏᯄᯑᯄᯃᮋ ᮁᮧᯄᯘᮋ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯒᯓᯈᯋᯋ ᯇᯀᯕᯄᯍ’ᯓ ᯓᯎᯋᯃ ᯌᯄ—ᯖᯇᯘ ᯃᯈᯃ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯒᯔᯃᯃᯄᯍᯋᯘ ᯖᯀᯍᯓ ᯓᯎ ᯂᯎᯌᯄ ᯓᯎ ᯀ ᯏᯋᯀᯂᯄ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯓᯇᯈᯒᮞᮁ

ᮁᮧᯔᯇᮞ ᮸ᯎᯔ’ᯑᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯍᯄ ᯖᯇᯎ ᯒᯀᯈᯃ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯖᯀᯍᯓᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯂᯎᯌᯄᮀᮁ

᮲ᯓᯈᯋᯋ ᯑᯄᯄᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯁᯄᯒᯓ ᯅᯑᯈᯄᯍᯃ’ᯒ ᯀᯁᯑᯔᯏᯓ ᯒᯇᯈᯅᯓ ᯈᯍ ᯃᯄᯌᯄᯀᯍᯎᯑᮋ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯁᯋᯈᯍᯊᯄᯃ ᯁᯋᯀᯍᯊᯋᯘᮍ ᮁ᮸ᯎᯔ ᯀᯒᯊᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯎᯒᯄ ᯊᯈᯃᯒ ᯈᯅ ᯖᯄ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯒᯓᯀᯘ ᯇᯄᯑᯄᮍᮁ

ᮁᮨ—ᮀᮁ

ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ’ᯒ ᯕᯎᯈᯂᯄ ᯒᯇᯎᯓ ᯔᯏ ᯁᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯅᯎᯑᯂᯈᯁᯋᯘ ᯒᯓᯈᯅᯋᯄᯃ ᯈᯓ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯀ ᯅᯑᯔᯒᯓᯑᯀᯓᯄᯃ ᯇᯈᯒᯒᮋ ᯑᯄᯌᯄᯌᯁᯄᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯇᯈᯋᯃᯑᯄᯍ ᯍᯄᯀᯑᯁᯘᮍ ᮁ᮳ᯇᯀᯓ’ᯒ ᯎᯍᯋᯘ ᯁᯄᯂᯀᯔᯒᯄ ᮨ ᯍᯎᯓᯈᯂᯄᯃ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯊᯄᯏᯓ ᯆᯋᯀᯍᯂᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯖᯀᯘᮀ ᮨᯅ ᮨ’ᯃ ᯋᯄᯅᯓ ᯈᯓ ᯓᯎ ᯘᯎᯔᮋ ᯖᯄ’ᯃ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯁᯄᯄᯍ ᯓᯔᯑᯍᯄᯃ ᯃᯎᯖᯍ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯒᯔᯑᯄᮋ ᯒᯎ ᮨ ᯒᯓᯄᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯈᯍᮀᮁ

ᮁᮍᮍᮍᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄᮍᮁ

ᮧᯄᯀᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯋᯎᯍᯃᯄ’ᯒ ᯄᯗᯏᯋᯀᯍᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍᮋ ᯖᯀᯑᯌᯓᯇ ᯁᯋᯎᯎᯌᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ’ᯒ ᯂᯇᯄᯒᯓᮍ

᮲ᯇᯄ ᯇᯀᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯄᯗᯏᯄᯂᯓᯄᯃ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯓᯎ ᯏᯈᯂᯊ ᯔᯏ ᯎᯍ ᯒᯎᯌᯄᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯎ ᯒᯔᯁᯓᯋᯄ—ᯓᯎ ᯈᯍᯅᯄᯑ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯎᯔᯆᯇᯓᯒ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯀ ᯆᯋᯀᯍᯂᯄᮍ

᮲ᯇᯄ’ᯒ ᯑᯄᯀᯋᯋᯘᮍᮍᮍ ᯒᯔᯑᯏᯑᯈᯒᯈᯍᯆᯋᯘ ᯏᯄᯑᯂᯄᯏᯓᯈᯕᯄ ᯈᯍ ᯒᯎᯌᯄ ᯖᯀᯘᯒᮍ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯇᯄᯋᯏ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯀᯃᯌᯈᯑᯄ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯎᯁᯒᯄᯑᯕᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍᯀᯋ ᯒᯊᯈᯋᯋᯒᮍ

᮶ᯈᯓᯇ ᯀ ᯅᯑᯈᯄᯍᯃ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯓᯇᯈᯒᮋ ᯖᯇᯀᯓ ᯌᯎᯑᯄ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᮨ ᯀᯒᯊ ᯅᯎᯑᮞ

ᮍᮍᮍ᮶ᯄᯋᯋᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᯀᯑᯄ ᯒᯓᯈᯋᯋ ᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆᯒ ᯓᯎ ᯏᯔᯑᯒᯔᯄ—ᯌᯎᯍᯄᯘ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯋᯎᯕᯄᮋ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯒᯓᯀᯑᯓᯄᯑᯒᮍ

ᮢᯎᯋᯋᯄᯂᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑᯒᯄᯋᯅᮋ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯆᯀᯕᯄ ᯀ ᯒᯌᯀᯋᯋ ᯍᯎᯃᮍ ᮁ᮸ᯎᯔ’ᯑᯄ ᯑᯈᯆᯇᯓᮍ ᮨ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯂᯎᯌᯄ ᯇᯄᯑᯄᮍ ᮬᯀᯘᯁᯄ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯍᯎᯓᯈᯂᯄᯃ ᯓᯎᯎ—ᯎᯍᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯄᯒᯒᯀᯆᯄᯒ ᯌᯄᯍᯓᯈᯎᯍᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯄᯗᯀᯂᯓ ᯒᯏᯎᯓ ᯖᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᮨᯑᯈᯋᯄᯀ ᯀᯍᯃ ᮨ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯀᯌᯁᯔᯒᯇᯄᯃᮍᮁ

ᮁᮨ ᯑᯄᯌᯄᯌᯁᯄᯑᮋ ᮨ ᯑᯄᯌᯄᯌᯁᯄᯑᯝᮁ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯒᯔᯃᯃᯄᯍᯋᯘ ᯒᯓᯑᯔᯂᯊ ᯀ ᯏᯎᯒᯄᮋ ᯇᯀᯍᯃᯒ ᯎᯍ ᯇᯈᯏᯒᮋ ᯃᯄᯋᯈᯁᯄᯑᯀᯓᯄᯋᯘ ᯂᯔᯓᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯎᯅᯅ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯄᯗᯀᯆᯆᯄᯑᯀᯓᯄᯃ ᯅᯋᯀᯈᯑᮍ ᮁᮨ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯒᯎ ᯂᯎᯎᯋ ᯁᯀᯂᯊ ᯓᯇᯄᯍᮋ ᯑᯈᯆᯇᯓᮞ ᮧᯄᯇᯄᮋ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯍᯎ ᯈᯃᯄᯀ ᯖᯇᯀᯓ ᯊᯈᯍᯃ ᯎᯅ ᯇᯄᯋᯋᯈᯒᯇ ᯓᯑᯀᯈᯍᯈᯍᯆ ᮨ ᯖᯄᯍᯓ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯓᯇᯎᯒᯄ ᯃᯀᯘᯒᮍᮁ

ᮁᮬᯌᯌᮍᮍᮍ ᮶ᯇᯀᯓ’ᯒ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯒᯂᯀᯑᯈᯄᯑ ᯈᯒ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᮨ ᯎᯍᯂᯄ ᯌᯄᯓ ᮠᯌᯘ ᯈᯍ ᮨᯑᯈᯋᯄᯀ’ᯒ ᯓᯄᯑᯑᯈᯓᯎᯑᯘᮍ ᮶ᯄ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯏᯋᯀᯘᯄᯃ ᯓᯎᯆᯄᯓᯇᯄᯑᮍᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ’ᯒ ᯕᯎᯈᯂᯄ ᯃᯑᯎᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯀ ᯍᯄᯀᯑᮌᯈᯍᯀᯔᯃᯈᯁᯋᯄ ᯖᯇᯈᯒᯏᯄᯑᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯆᯋᯈᯍᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯂᯑᯈᯌᯒᯎᯍ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯇᯀᯃᯎᯖᯒᮍ ᮁᮢᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯈᯓ ᯁᯄᮍᮍᮍ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯈᯍᯓᯄᯋ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯑᯈᯍᯂᯄᯒᯒ ᯆᯎᯈᯍᯆ ᯎᯔᯓ ᯓᯎ ᯇᯔᯍᯓ ᯌᯎᯍᯒᯓᯄᯑᯒ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯋᯄᯀᯊᯄᯃ ᯁᯘ ᮠᯌᯘ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑᯒᮞᮁ

ᮁ᮳ᮌᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯂᯀᯍ’ᯓ ᯁᯄᮀ ᮳ᯇᯎᯒᯄ ᯊᯈᯃᯒ ᯀᯑᯄ ᯖᯀᯘ ᯓᯎᯎ ᯘᯎᯔᯍᯆᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄᯘ ᯏᯑᯎᯁᯀᯁᯋᯘ ᯂᯀᯍ’ᯓ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯑᯄᯀᯃ ᯏᯑᯎᯏᯄᯑᯋᯘᮀᮁ

ᮁᮠᯋᯒᯎᮋ ᮨ’ᯕᯄ ᯁᯄᯄᯍ ᯋᯎᯎᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯑᯄᯂᯄᯍᯓ ᯈᯍᯂᯈᯃᯄᯍᯓᯒ ᯀᯑᯎᯔᯍᯃ ᯇᯄᯑᯄᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯑᯄᯏᯎᯑᯓᯒ ᯎᯅ ᯑᯄᯁᯄᯋ ᯌᯈᯋᯈᯓᯈᯀᯒ ᯒᯄᯂᯑᯄᯓᯋᯘ ᯑᯀᯈᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯆᯑᯀᯍᯀᯑᯈᯄᯒ ᯈᯍ ᮦᯎᯋᯃᯄᯍ ᮶ᯇᯄᯀᯓ ᮳ᯄᯑᯑᯈᯓᯎᯑᯘᮍ ᮡᯔᯓ ᯖᯈᯓᯇᯎᯔᯓ ᯊᯍᯎᯖᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯀᯑᯑᯈᯒᯎᯍ ᯍᯔᯌᯁᯄᯑᯒ ᯎᯑ ᯊᯄᯘ ᯃᯄᯅᯄᯍᯒᯈᯕᯄ ᯏᯎᯈᯍᯓᯒᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯈᯋᯈᯓᯈᯀ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯏᯔᯋᯋᯄᯃ ᯈᯓ ᯎᯅᯅᮍ ᮠᯍᯃ ᯘᯄᯓᮍᮍᮍᮁ

ᮁ᮳ᯇᯄᯘ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯇᯀᯏᯏᯄᯍᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯌᯄᯍᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᮦᯎᯋᯃᯄᯍ ᮶ᯇᯄᯀᯓ’ᯒ ᯆᯔᯀᯑᯃᯒᮍᮁ

᮲ᯈᯋᯄᯍᯂᯄ ᯅᯄᯋᯋ ᯀᯁᯑᯔᯏᯓᯋᯘᮍ

ᮨᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯈᯒᯓᯀᯍᯂᯄᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯇᯈᯋᯃᯑᯄᯍ’ᯒ ᯂᯇᯄᯄᯑᯅᯔᯋ ᯋᯀᯔᯆᯇᯓᯄᯑ ᯑᯀᯍᯆ ᯎᯔᯓᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯈᯍᯍᯎᯂᯄᯍᯓ ᯕᯎᯈᯂᯄᯒ ᯏᯔᯑᯄ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯔᯍᯓᯀᯈᯍᯓᯄᯃᮍ

ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯏᯑᯄᯒᯒᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯋᯈᯏᯒ ᯓᯎᯆᯄᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯁᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄ ᯒᯔᯃᯃᯄᯍᯋᯘ ᯏᯔᯍᯂᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯀᯈᯑᮍ ᮁ᮶ᯇᯎ’ᯒ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯀᯒᯓᯀᯑᯃ ᯔᯒᯈᯍᯆ ᯊᯈᯃᯒ ᯓᯎ ᯆᯀᯓᯇᯄᯑ—ᮁ

᮲ᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯅᯈᯍᯈᯒᯇᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯂᯇᯄᯒᯓ ᯇᯄᯀᯕᯈᯍᯆ ᯕᯈᯎᯋᯄᯍᯓᯋᯘᮍ

ᮁᮤᯕᯄᯍ ᯖᯎᯑᯒᯄᮋᮁ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯅᯋᯈᯂᯊᯄᯃ ᯀᯖᯀᯘ ᯀ ᯃᯑᯎᯏᯋᯄᯓ ᯎᯅ ᯖᯀᯓᯄᯑᮋ ᮁᯓᯇᯄ ᮭᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᮮᯖᯋᯒ ᯌᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯁᯄ ‘ᯂᯇᯄᯂᯊᯈᯍᯆ’ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯈᯍᯓᯄᯋ ᯓᯇᯄᯒᯄ ᯊᯈᯃᯒ ᯁᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯁᯀᯂᯊ ᯄᯕᯄᯑᯘ ᯒᯈᯍᯆᯋᯄ ᯃᯀᯘᮍᮁ

ᮩᯔᯒᯓ ᯓᯇᯄᯍᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯎᯎᯍᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯕᯀᯍᯈᯒᯇᯄᯃ ᯁᯄᯇᯈᯍᯃ ᯂᯋᯎᯔᯃᯒᮍ

ᮨᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯋᯀᯒᯓ ᯈᯍᯒᯓᯀᯍᯓ ᯁᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄ ᯃᯀᯑᯊᯍᯄᯒᯒ ᯒᯖᯀᯋᯋᯎᯖᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄᯌᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯖᯎ ᯒᯈᯆᯇᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯔᯍᯈᯒᯎᯍᮍ

ᮁᮨ ᯃᯎᯍ’ᯓ ᯄᯕᯄᯍ ᯊᯍᯎᯖ ᯇᯎᯖ ᯓᯎ ᯅᯄᯄᯋ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓ ᯓᯇᯄᯒᯄ ᯊᯈᯃᯒ ᯍᯎᯖᮍᮍᮍ ᮶ᯄᯋᯋᮋ ᯖᯇᯀᯓᯄᯕᯄᯑᮍ ᮫ᯄᯓ’ᯒ ᯆᯎᮍ ᮶ᯄ’ᯋᯋ ᯈᯍᯕᯄᯒᯓᯈᯆᯀᯓᯄ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯏᯑᯎᯏᯄᯑᯋᯘᮍᮁ

ᮁᮬᯌᮀᮁ

ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯒᯇᯎᯎᯊ ᯎᯅᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯀᯓᯄᯑ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯇᯀᯍᯃᯒ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯅᯎᯋᯋᯎᯖᯄᯃ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀᮍ

ᮣᯈᯍᯍᯄᯑ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯒᯈᯌᯏᯋᯄᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯁᯋᯀᯂᯊ ᯁᯑᯄᯀᯃ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯒᯎ ᯇᯀᯑᯃ ᯈᯓ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯂᯋᯀᯂᯊ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯖᯎᯎᯃᮋ ᯄᯃᯈᯁᯋᯄ ᯎᯍᯋᯘ ᯀᯅᯓᯄᯑ ᯒᯎᯀᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯎᯔᯏᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯁᯄᯀᯍ ᯁᯑᯎᯓᯇ ᯇᯄᯋᯃ ᯎᯍᯋᯘ ᯀ ᯅᯄᯖ ᯒᯂᯀᯓᯓᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯋᯃ ᯆᯑᯄᯄᯍᯒᮍ

᮸ᯄᯓ ᮲ᯇᯄᯈᯋᯀ ᯃᯈᯕᯈᯃᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯑᯄᯀᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯑᯀᯂᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯀ ᯍᯎᯁᯋᯄ ᯒᯋᯈᯂᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯓᯄᯀᯊ ᯀᯓ ᯀ ᯁᯀᯍᯐᯔᯄᯓᮋ ᯃᯈᯒᯂᯑᯄᯄᯓᯋᯘ ᯏᯋᯀᯂᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯋᯀᯑᯆᯄᯒᯓ ᯏᯈᯄᯂᯄ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯎᯖᯋ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯅᯑᯀᯈᯋᯄᯒᯓ ᯁᯎᯘᮍ

ᮁᮤᯀᯓ ᯒᯋᯎᯖᯋᯘᮋᮁ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯌᯔᯑᯌᯔᯑᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯀ ᯂᯇᯈᯋᯃ ᯖᯎᯋᯅᯈᯍᯆ ᯃᯎᯖᯍ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯌᯄᯀᯋᮋ ᮁᯎᯑ ᯘᯎᯔ’ᯋᯋ ᯂᯇᯎᯊᯄᮍᮁ

ᮧᯄᯑ ᯅᯈᯍᯆᯄᯑᯓᯈᯏ ᯁᯑᯔᯒᯇᯄᯃ ᯀᯖᯀᯘ ᯂᯑᯔᯌᯁᯒ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯇᯈᯋᯃ’ᯒ ᯌᯎᯔᯓᯇᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯎᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯏᯑᯀᯂᯓᯈᯂᯄᯃ ᯀᯒ ᯈᯅ ᯃᯎᯍᯄ ᯀ ᯓᯇᯎᯔᯒᯀᯍᯃ ᯓᯈᯌᯄᯒ ᯁᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄᮍ

᮲ᯇᯄ’ᯒᮍᮍᮍ ᯀᯋᯖᯀᯘᯒ ᯁᯄᯄᯍ ᯇᯄᯑᯄᮋ ᯂᯀᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯓᯇᯄᯌᮍ

᮲ᯔᯂᯇ ᯀ ᯊᯈᯍᯃᮋ ᯆᯄᯍᯓᯋᯄ ᯒᯎᯔᯋᮍ

᮶ᯀᯓᯂᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯈᯒᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯄᯍᯒᯈᯎᯍ ᯈᯍ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ’ᯒ ᯂᯇᯄᯒᯓ ᯄᯀᯒᯄᯃ ᯒᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᯋᯘᮍ ᮣᯈᯏᯏᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯁᯑᯄᯀᯃ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯄᯀᯍ ᯒᯎᯔᯏᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯀᯍᯃ ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ ᯇᯀᯏᯏᯈᯋᯘ ᯅᯈᯄᯋᯃᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯇᯈᯋᯃᯑᯄᯍ’ᯒ ᯂᯔᯑᯈᯎᯔᯒ ᯐᯔᯄᯒᯓᯈᯎᯍᯒᮍ

ᮠᯅᯓᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯄᯀᯋᮋ ᮲ᯇᯄᯈᯋᯀ ᯋᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄᯌ ᯔᯏᯒᯓᯀᯈᯑᯒ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯀᯍ ᯎᯈᯋ ᯋᯀᯌᯏᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯀᯓᯓᯈᯂ ᯒᯓᯀᯈᯑᯒ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯒᯎ ᯍᯀᯑᯑᯎᯖ ᯎᯍᯋᯘ ᯎᯍᯄ ᯏᯄᯑᯒᯎᯍ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯏᯀᯒᯒ ᯀᯓ ᯀ ᯓᯈᯌᯄᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯎᯎᯃᯄᯍ ᯏᯋᯀᯍᯊᯒ ᯆᯑᯎᯀᯍᯈᯍᯆ ᯔᯍᯃᯄᯑᯅᯎᯎᯓ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯕᯄᯑᯆᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯂᯎᯋᯋᯀᯏᯒᯄᮍ

ᮁ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯀᯓᯓᯈᯂ ᯈᯒ ᯀ ᯁᯈᯓ ᯂᯑᯔᯃᯄᮍᮍᮍᮁ

ᮠᯒ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯄᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯎᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯅᯈᯑᯒᯓ ᯒᯓᯀᯈᯑᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯀᯆᯄᯃ ᯖᯎᯎᯃ ᯋᯄᯓ ᯎᯔᯓ ᯀ ᯃᯄᯀᯓᯇᮌᯑᯀᯓᯓᯋᯄ ᯂᯑᯄᯀᯊᮍ ᮁᮨ ᯀᯏᯎᯋᯎᯆᯈᯙᯄ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯎᯎᯑ ᯀᯂᯂᯎᯌᯌᯎᯃᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍᯒᮍᮁ

ᮁᮭᯎᯓ ᯀᯓ ᯀᯋᯋᮀᮁ

ᮠᯋᯈᯂᯄ’ᯒ ᯆᯎᯋᯃᯄᯍ ᯓᯖᯈᯍᮌᯓᯀᯈᯋᯒ ᯒᯖᯈᯒᯇᯄᯃ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᯒᯓ ᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ’ᯒ ᯂᯇᯄᯄᯊ ᯀᯒ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯒᯇᯎᯎᯊ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯇᯄᯀᯃᮍ ᮁᮢᯎᯌᯏᯀᯑᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯋᯄᯄᯏᯈᯍᯆ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯑᯄᯄᯓᯒᮋ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯈᯒ—ᮁ

ᮁ—ᯖᯀᯘ ᯁᯄᯓᯓᯄᯑᮀᮁ

᮫ᯈᯕᯈᯀ ᯒᯔᯃᯃᯄᯍᯋᯘ ᯂᯔᯓ ᯈᯍᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯂᯑᯈᯌᯒᯎᯍ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯆᯋᯄᯀᯌᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯇᯀᯃᯎᯖᯒᮍ ᮁ᮶ᯄ’ᯑᯄ ᯑᯄᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯆᯑᯀᯓᯄᯅᯔᯋᮍ ᮨᯒ ᯓᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᯀᯍᯘᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯖᯄ ᯂᯀᯍ ᯃᯎ ᯓᯎ ᯇᯄᯋᯏᮞ ᮫ᯈᯊᯄ ᯏᯔᯓᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯊᯈᯃᯒ ᯓᯎ ᯁᯄᯃᮞ ᮮᯑᮍᮍᮍᮁ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄ ᯏᯔᯅᯅᯁᯀᯋᯋ ᯒᯖᯀᯋᯋᯎᯖᯄᯃ ᯇᯀᯑᯃᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯇᯀᯍᯃᯒ ᯂᯋᯔᯓᯂᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯊᯈᯑᯓ ᯁᯄᯇᯈᯍᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯁᯀᯂᯊᮍ

ᮁᮮᯑ ᯌᯀᯘᯁᯄ ᯒᯎᯌᯄᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯓᯇᯄ ᮡᯑᯎᯊᯄᯍ ᮡᯎᯖᯋ ᮲ᯎᯂᯈᯄᯓᯘᮞ ᮫ᯈᯊᯄᮍᮍᮍ ᯆᯎᯈᯍᯆ ᯎᯔᯓ ᯓᯎ ᯁᯄᯆᮞᮁ

ᮧᯄᯑ ᯖᯎᯑᯃᯒ ᯂᯀᯑᯑᯈᯄᯃ ᯇᯈᯃᯃᯄᯍ ᯌᯄᯀᯍᯈᯍᯆᮋ ᯓᯇᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯕᯄᯈᯋᯄᯃ ᯄᯍᯎᯔᯆᯇᮍ

᮲ᯇᯄᯈᯋᯀ’ᯒ ᯁᯀᯂᯊ ᯒᯓᯈᯅᯅᯄᯍᯄᯃ ᯌᯈᯃᮌᯒᯓᯄᯏᮍ ᮠᯒ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯋᯀᯌᯏᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯅᯋᯈᯂᯊᯄᯑᯄᯃᮋ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯕᯎᯈᯂᯄ ᯒᯎᯅᯓᯄᯍᯄᯃ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯒᯎᯌᯄᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯋᯌᯎᯒᯓ ᯌᯎᯔᯑᯍᯅᯔᯋᮍ ᮁ᮳ᯎᯌᯎᯑᯑᯎᯖᮍᮍᮍ ᮫ᯄᯓ’ᯒ ᯓᯀᯋᯊ ᯓᯎᯌᯎᯑᯑᯎᯖᮍᮁ

ᮧᯄᯑ ᯇᯀᯍᯃ ᯇᯄᯒᯈᯓᯀᯓᯄᯃ ᯒᯓᯑᯀᯍᯆᯄᯋᯘ ᯀᯒ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯏᯔᯒᯇᯄᯃ ᯎᯏᯄᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯀᯓᯓᯈᯂ ᯃᯎᯎᯑᮋ ᯀᯒ ᯈᯅ ᯑᯄᯒᯈᯒᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯎᯌᯄᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯔᯍᯒᯄᯄᯍᮍ

ᮁ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯂᯇᯈᯋᯃᯑᯄᯍ ᯀᯑᯄ ᯀᯋᯋ ᯀᯒᯋᯄᯄᯏ ᯍᯎᯖᮍᮍᮍᮁ

ᮁᮬᯀᯘ ᯓᯇᯄ ᮫ᯎᯑᯃ ᯆᯑᯀᯍᯓ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯏᯄᯀᯂᯄᯅᯔᯋ ᯑᯄᯒᯓᮍᮁ

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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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