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

Chapter 64

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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　　ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮒᮕ ᮘᮑᮠᮠᮕᮞᮙᮞᮗᮼ

　　ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ᮵ᮣ ᮠᮥᮠᮙᮜᮣ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮢᮑᮓᮤᮕᮔ ᮦᮙᮟᮜᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮑᮢᮛᮞᮕᮣᮣᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮔᮢᮕᮞᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮓᮟᮜᮔ ᮣᮧᮕᮑᮤ ᮑᮣ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮞᮑᮙᮜᮣ ᮔᮥᮗ ᮥᮞᮓᮟᮞᮣᮓᮙᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮑᮜᮝᮣᮼ ᮉᮕᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮘᮑᮢᮠ ᮠᮑᮙᮞ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮔᮙᮣᮠᮕᮜ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮟᮞᮕᮻᮔᮕᮕᮠ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮜ ᮣᮕᮕᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮝᮑᮢᮢᮟᮧᮼ

　　ᯗ ᮔᮙᮕᮔᯍ

　　ᮇᮘᮕᮞᯍ

　　ᮇᮘᮩᮼᮼᮼ ᮔᮟ ᯗ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮞᮟ ᮝᮕᮝᮟᮢᮩ ᮟᮖ ᮙᮤᯍ

　　ᯖᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤᮣ ᮖᮢᮑᮞᮤᮙᮓᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮤᮢᮑᮓᮕᮔ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮔᮕᮤᮑᮙᮜ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮖᮑᮜᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮣᮜᮕᮕᮠᮼ

　　ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮣᮤᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮼ

　　ᮄᮘᮕ ᮟᮓᮓᮑᮣᮙᮟᮞᮑᮜ ᮘᮟᮟᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮑᮞ ᮟᮧᮜ ᮟᮥᮤᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮙᮞᮔᮟᮧᮼ

　　ᮄᮘᮕ ᮜᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮓᮕᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢᮒᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮔᮔᮙᮞᮗᮼ

　　ᮃᮘᮕ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮝᮕᮝᮒᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮑᮣᮤ ᮝᮕᮝᮟᮢᮩ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮓᮜᮟᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮣᮑᮙᮔᮺ ᮰ᮇᮕ ᮜᮕᮑᮦᮕ ᮤᮟᮝᮟᮢᮢᮟᮧᮼ᮰

　　ᮀᮟᮙᮣᮟᮞᯍ

　　ᮃᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞ ᮔᮕᮑᮤᮘᯍ

　　ᯝᮢ ᮑᮣᮣᮑᮣᮣᮙᮞᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᯍ

　　ᯐᮥᮤ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮘᮟᮢᮢᮙᮖᮙᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᯈ

　　ᮄᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮔéᮚà ᮦᮥ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮗᮢᮑᮔᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮓᮟᮞᮦᮕᮢᮗᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮑ ᮣᮙᮞᮗᮜᮕ ᮤᮢᮥᮤᮘᮼ

　　ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᯍ

　　ᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮝᮑᮞᮩ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮣᮼᮼᮼ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᯗ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮔᮙᮕᮔᯍ

　　ᯓᮑᮓᮘ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮺ ᮔᮙᮔ ᯗ ᮢᮕᮤᮥᮢᮞ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮠᮟᮙᮞᮤ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᮺ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮖᮢᮑᮗᮝᮕᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮝᮕᮝᮟᮢᮙᮕᮣᯍ

　　ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮙ᮪ᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮣᮕᮞᮤ ᮑ ᮖᮢᮕᮕ᮪ᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮦᮕ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ᮵ᮣ ᮒᮟᮔᮩᮺ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮓᮟᮥᮞᮤᮜᮕᮣᮣ ᮙᮓᮩ ᮑᮞᮤᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮓᮢᮑᮧᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮥᮠ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮠᮙᮞᮕᮺ ᮗᮞᮑᮧᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮑᮞᮙᮤᮩᮼ

　　ᮃᮘᮕ ᮓᮜᮥᮤᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮘᮕᮕᮤᮣ ᮔᮕᮣᮠᮕᮢᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩᮺ ᮣᮥᮠᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮤᮢᮕᮝᮒᮜᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮑᮜᮝᮟᮣᮤ ᮧᮘᮙᮝᮠᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮑᮤᮼ

　　᮰ᮇᮘᮑᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮗᮟᮤᮤᮕᮞ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮟᮖ ᮑ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᯍ᮰

　　ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕᮺ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮢᮥᮒᮒᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮙᮞᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔᮕᮢ ᮧᮘᮙᮜᮕ ᮝᮥᮤᮤᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮤᮘᮺ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮖᮢᮟ᮪ᮕ ᮝᮙᮔᮻᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮑᮙᮞᮤ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮑᮧ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ᮵ᮣ ᮕᮨᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮟᮞᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮼ

　　ᮄᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮢᮥᮒᮩ ᮕᮩᮕᮣᮺ ᮑᮜᮧᮑᮩᮣ ᮒᮢᮙᮝᮝᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮝᮙᮣᮓᮘᮙᮕᮖᮺ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮞᮟᮧ ᮤᮢᮕᮝᮒᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮦᮙᮟᮜᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩᮼ

　　᮰ᯖᮕᮩᮼᮼᮼ᮰

　　ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮑᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩ ᮣᮝᮑᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ᮵ᮣ ᮖᮟᮢᮕᮘᮕᮑᮔᮼ

　　᮰ᮃᮞᮑᮠ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮙᮤ ᮩᮕᮤᯍ᮰

　　ᮄᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮟᮞᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮔᮕᮜᮙᮒᮕᮢᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮔᮙᮣᮝᮙᮣᮣᮙᮦᮕᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮣ ᮔᮙᮣᮓᮢᮕᮕᮤᮜᮩ ᮒᮢᮥᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮑᮧᮑᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮜᮔ ᮣᮧᮕᮑᮤ ᮟᮞ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ᮵ᮣ ᮒᮢᮟᮧᮼ ᮰ᯒᮙᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮕᮑᮤ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮑᮔᯍ᮰

　　ᮄᮘᮕ ᮣᮜᮑᮠ ᮜᮕᮖᮤ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤᮑᮢᮙᮜᮩ ᮣᮤᮥᮞᮞᮕᮔᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮥᮞᮖᮟᮓᮥᮣᮕᮔ ᮠᮥᮠᮙᮜᮣ ᮣᮜᮟᮧᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮗᮑᮙᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮜᮑᮢᮙᮤᮩᮼ

　　ᮅᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮟᮞᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮺ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮗᮟᮜᮔᮕᮞ ᮜᮑᮣᮘᮕᮣ ᮓᮑᮣᮤ ᮔᮕᮜᮙᮓᮑᮤᮕ ᮣᮘᮑᮔᮟᮧᮣᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮥᮣᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮖᮙᮕᮢᮓᮕ ᮒᮜᮥᮕ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮘᮕᮜᮔ ᮑᮞ ᮥᮞᮕᮨᮠᮕᮓᮤᮕᮔ ᮗᮕᮞᮤᮜᮕᮞᮕᮣᮣᮼ

　　᮰ᯗᮼᮼᮼ᮰

　　ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮟᮠᮕᮞᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮝᮟᮥᮤᮘᮺ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮖᮙᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮑᮤ ᮥᮞᮒᮕᮑᮢᮑᮒᮜᮩ ᮔᮢᮩᮼ

　　ᯖᮟᮧ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮕᮨᮠᮜᮑᮙᮞᯍ

　　ᮄᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮔᮙᮕᮔ ᮟᮞᮓᮕᯍ ᮄᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮙᮞᮕᮨᮠᮜᮙᮓᮑᮒᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮧᮟᮥᮞᮔᯍ

　　—ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮑᮒᮣᮥᮢᮔᮼ

　　ᮃᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮘᮑᮢᮔᮜᮩ ᮒᮕᮜᮙᮕᮦᮕ ᮙᮤ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖᮼ

　　ᯐᮥᮤ ᮞᮟ ᮝᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮧᮘᮑᮤᮺ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮑᮤ ᮜᮕᮑᮣᮤ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮜᮕᮑᮦᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮠᮜᮑᮓᮕᮼ

　　ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮖᮟᮢᮓᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮔᮣ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮒᮩ ᮟᮞᮕᮺ ᮰ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕᮼᮼᮼ ᮩᮟᮥᮼᮼᮼ ᮗᮟᮼ ᯚᮕᮑᮦᮕᮺ ᮞᮟᮧᮼ᮰

　　᮰ᮄᮓᮘᮺ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮑ ᮠᮑᮙᮞᮼ᮰

　　ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮢᮕᮧ ᮟᮖᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮦᮕᮢᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮩᮑᮞᮛᮕᮔ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮢᮝᮣᮼ

　　ᮇᮑᮢᮝᮤᮘ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮑᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮕᮞᮦᮕᮜᮟᮠᮕᮔ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ᮵ᮣ ᮙᮓᮩ ᮒᮟᮔᮩᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮥᮞᮻᮛᮙᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮞᮔᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮗᮟᮜᮔᮕᮞ ᮘᮑᮙᮢ ᮒᮢᮥᮣᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮣᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮘᮕᮕᮛ ᮝᮑᮔᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮙ᮪ᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗᮼ

　　᮰ᯚᮙᮣᮤᮕᮞᮺ᮰ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮑᮒᮟᮦᮕᮺ ᮥᮞᮓᮘᮑᮢᮑᮓᮤᮕᮢᮙᮣᮤᮙᮓᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮣᮕᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣᮺ ᮰ᯗ ᮔᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮓᮑᮢᮕ ᮙᮖ ᮩᮟᮥ᮵ᮢᮕ ᮠᮟᮣᮣᮕᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮟᮢ ᮧᮘᮑᮤᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮣᮙᮞᮓᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ᮵ᮢᮕ ᮝᮩ ᮣᮧᮟᮢᮞ ᮖᮢᮙᮕᮞᮔ—᮰

　　 ᮃᮘᮕ ᮠᮑᮥᮣᮕᮔᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮙᮠᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮑᮢᮣ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮔ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮞᮟᮢᮤᮕᮔᮺ ᮰ᮄᮘᮕᮞ ᮔᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔᮕᮢ ᮙᮤ ᮑᮜᮟᮞᮕᮯ ᯜᮟᮞᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮵ᮜᮕᮑᮦᮕ᮵ ᮞᮟᮞᮣᮕᮞᮣᮕᮼ ᯔᮢᮙᮕᮞᮔᮣ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮣᮥᮠᮠᮟᮣᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮥᮠᮠᮟᮢᮤ ᮕᮑᮓᮘ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮯ᮰

　　 ᮄᮘᮕ ᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮧᮙᮞᮔ ᮣᮜᮙᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮑᮠᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮘᮙᮗᮘ ᮧᮙᮞᮔᮟᮧᮣᮺ ᮜᮕᮤᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮑ ᮝᮟᮥᮢᮞᮖᮥᮜ ᮘᮟᮧᮜᮼ

　　 ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮤᮟᮟᮛ ᮑ ᮔᮕᮕᮠ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮤᮘ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮖᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮼ

　　᮰ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕᮺ᮰ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ᮵ᮣ ᮧᮘᮙᮣᮠᮕᮢ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩ ᮜᮟᮣᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮒᮢᮕᮕ᮪ᮕᮺ ᮰ᮄᮟᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤᮺ ᮧᮕ ᮝᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮧᮕᮜᮜ ᮔᮙᮕᮼ᮰

　　 ᮃᮘᮕ ᮜᮙᮖᮤᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮗᮑ᮪ᮕᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮢᮙᮝᮣᮟᮞ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮗᮜᮙᮞᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮟᮞᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮼ ᮰ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮣᮟᮺ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮧᮙᮜᮜᮙᮞᮗᯍ᮰

　　 ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮢᮕᮣᮠᮟᮞᮔᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮣᮓᮟᮢᮞᮖᮥᮜ ᮓᮥᮢᮜ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮙᮠᮣᮼ

　　 ᮃᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮣᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮤᮥᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮗᮟᮜᮔᮕᮞ ᮘᮑᮙᮢ ᮒᮕᮘᮙᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮑᮢ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮜᮑᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮒᮢᮑ᮪ᮕᮞ ᮗᮢᮙᮞᮼ ᮰ᯖᮑᮘᯍ ᮉᮟᮥ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮜᮕᮤ ᮝᮕ ᮔᮙᮕᮺ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᯍ᮰

　　 ᮃᮘᮕ ᮔᮕᮜᮙᮒᮕᮢᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮒᮥᮝᮠᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔᮕᮢ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮣᮤ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ᮵ᮣᮼ ᮰ᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᯗ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮜᮕᮤ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮔᮙᮕᮯ᮰

　　 ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮒᮜᮑᮞᮛᮜᮩ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮜᮕᮤᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮑ ᮢᮕᮣᮙᮗᮞᮕᮔ ᮜᮑᮥᮗᮘᮼ

　　 ᯖᮕᮢ ᮔᮕᮑᮢᮕᮣᮤ ᮖᮢᮙᮕᮞᮔ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮝᮕᮝᮒᮕᮢᮕᮔ—ᮣᮟ ᮓᮟᮞᮖᮙᮔᮕᮞᮤᮺ ᮣᮟ ᮖᮥᮜᮜ ᮟᮖ ᮜᮙᮖᮕᮺ ᮣᮟ ᮠᮢᮟᮥᮔᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮟ ᮑᮢᮢᮟᮗᮑᮞᮤᮼ

　　 ᯐᮥᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮧᮢᮟᮞᮗᮼ

　　 ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮜᮟᮧᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮑᮣᮘᮕᮣᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮣ ᮑᮒᮣᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮤᮢᮑᮓᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮣᮤᮙᮤᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮔᮣᮘᮕᮕᮤᮼ

　　᮰ᯛᮩ ᮑᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮩᮼᮼᮼ ᮙᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮢᮕᮧᮙᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩᮟᮞᮕ ᮜᮟᮣᮕᮣ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮝᮕᮝᮟᮢᮙᮕᮣᮼ᮰

　　 ᯖᮕᮢ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮗᮢᮕᮧ ᮡᮥᮙᮕᮤᮕᮢᮼ ᮰ᮄᮟᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤᮺ ᯗ᮵ᮜᮜ ᮔᮙᮕᮼ ᯗ ᮔᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮛᮞᮟᮧ ᮕᮨᮑᮓᮤᮜᮩ ᮘᮟᮧᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮜᮕᮑᮣᮤᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮞᮕᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮜᮕᮑᮦᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮠᮜᮑᮓᮕᮼ ᯚᮕᮤ ᮝᮕ ᮣᮤᮑᮩ ᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮑᮜᮟᮞᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮑᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮜᮥᮕᮣ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮝᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮘᮑᮠᮠᮕᮞᮼ᮰

　　᮰ᮄᮓᮘᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮜᮕᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮔᮟ ᮙᮤ ᮤᮟᮗᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢᮼ ᮇᮙᮤᮘ ᮝᮕ ᮘᮕᮢᮕᮺ ᮧᮕ᮵ᮜᮜ ᮗᮑᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮝᮟᮢᮕᮼ᮰

　　᮰ᯏᮢᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑᮞ ᮙᮔᮙᮟᮤᯍᮯ ᯒᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮘᮕᮑᮢ ᮝᮕᯍᮯ᮰ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ᮵ᮣ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮢᮟᮣᮕ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩᮼ ᮰ᯓᮦᮕᮢᮩᮟᮞᮕ ᮜᮟᮣᮕᮣ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮝᮕᮝᮟᮢᮙᮕᮣᮯ ᮉᮟᮥ ᮣᮤᮑᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮙᮣ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮠᮟᮙᮞᮤᮜᮕᮣᮣᮯ ᯜᮕᮨᮤ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ᮵ᮜᮜ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮛᮞᮟᮧ ᮞᮟᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᮉᮟᮥ᮵ᮜᮜ ᮔᮙᮕᮺ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮧᮑᮛᮕ ᮥᮠ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮞᮟ ᮙᮔᮕᮑ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮘᮑᮠᮠᮕᮞᮕᮔᮼ ᯒᮟ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮑᮞᮩ ᮙᮔᮕᮑ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮤᮕᮢᮢᮙᮖᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮣ—ᯍᮯ᮰

　　 ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮝᮕᮢᮕᮜᮩ ᮧᮑᮦᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔ ᮔᮙᮣᮝᮙᮣᮣᮙᮦᮕᮜᮩᮺ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮣᮘᮕ᮵ᮔ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮔ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮣ ᮤᮢᮙᮦᮙᮑᮜ ᮑᮣ ᮰ᯗᮤ ᮝᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮢᮑᮙᮞ ᮤᮟᮝᮟᮢᮢᮟᮧᮼ᮰

　　᮰ᮃᮟ ᮧᮘᮑᮤᯍ᮰

　　 ᮃᮘᮕ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮩᮑᮧᮞᮕᮔᮼ ᮰ᮇᮟᮢᮣᮤ ᮓᮑᮣᮕᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮖᮙᮞᮔ ᮑ ᮧᮑᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮑᮣᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮙᮞᮖᮟᮢᮝᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮞᮕᮨᮤ ᮦᮕᮢᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮟᮖ ᮝᮕᮼ ᮉᮟᮥ ᮓᮑᮞ ᮔᮟ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮺ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᯍ᮰

　　—ᮃᮟ ᮓᮑᮣᮥᮑᮜᮼ

　　—ᮃᮟ ᮝᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢᮻᮟᮖᮻᮖᮑᮓᮤᮼ

　　 ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ᮵ᮣ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤ ᮓᮜᮕᮞᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮦᮙᮟᮜᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩᮼ

　　 ᮃᮤᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮤ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮙᮞᮔᮙᮖᮖᮕᮢᮕᮞᮤ ᮠᮢᮟᮖᮙᮜᮕᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮙ᮪ᮕᮔᯈ

　　 ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮖᮢᮙᮕᮞᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮺ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮑᮜᮧᮑᮩᮣ ᮣᮑᮙᮔ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮝᮕᮑᮞᮤ ᮑᮞᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮟᮧ ᮠᮜᮑᮓᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮤᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮥᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮢᮥᮣᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢᮼ

　　 ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮑᮞ ᮥᮞᮛᮞᮟᮧᮞ ᮔᮕᮑᮤᮘᮺ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮛᮞᮟᮧᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮝᮕᮝᮟᮢᮙᮕᮣ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮢᮕᮣᮕᮤᮺ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮓᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮙᮔᮕᮼ

　　 ᮄᮘᮕ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮘᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮢᮟᮥᮒᮜᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮑᮞᮩᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ

　　 ᮧᮑᮣ ᮧᮙᮜᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮧᮑᮜᮛ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮣᮤ ᮔᮑᮞᮗᮕᮢᮟᮥᮣ ᮜᮑᮒᮩᮢᮙᮞᮤᮘᮼ

　　᮰ᮼᮼᮼᯗᮔᮙᮟᮤᮼ᮰

　　 ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮝᮥᮤᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮙᮞᮣᮥᮜᮤᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮤᮢᮕᮝᮒᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩᮼ

　　 ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮣᮞᮟᮢᮤᮕᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮑᮣᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮠᮥᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮧᮟᮢᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮥᮣᮕᮔ ᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮔᮙᮦᮙᮔᮕᮢ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮢᮝᮣᮼ ᮰ᮄᮑᮛᮕᮣ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮛᮞᮟᮧ ᮟᮞᮕᮼ᮰

　　 ᮃᮘᮕ ᮗᮢᮙᮞᮞᮕᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮙᮞᮛᮕᮔᮼ ᮰ᯐᮥᮤ ᮙᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮞᮕᮨᮤ ᮝᮕ ᮙᮣ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮔᮥᮝᮒ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮕᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮕᮣᮣᮑᮗᮕᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ᮵ᮜᮜ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮕᮨᮠᮜᮑᮙᮞ ᮙᮤ ᮑ ᮖᮕᮧ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮣᮼ᮰

　　 ᮄᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮟᮞᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮣᮘᮙᮖᮤᮕᮔ ᮙᮝᮠᮕᮢᮓᮕᮠᮤᮙᮒᮜᮩᮺ ᮓᮑᮣᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮢᮤᮧᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮣᮘᮑᮔᮟᮧᮣ ᮟᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮜᮜ ᮑᮣ ᮑᮞ ᮙᮞᮣᮕᮠᮑᮢᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮧᮘᮟᮜᮕᮼ

　　 ᯝᮥᮤᮣᮙᮔᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮧᮜ᮵ᮣ ᮓᮢᮙᮕᮣ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮓᮕᮑᮣᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮠᮟᮙᮞᮤᮺ ᮢᮕᮠᮜᮑᮓᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮑᮞ ᮕᮕᮢᮙᮕ ᮣᮙᮜᮕᮞᮓᮕ—ᮑᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮞᮤᮙᮢᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮘᮟᮜᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮤᮣ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮤᮘᮼ

　　 ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ᮵ᮣ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮘᮑᮢᮔᮕᮞᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮢᮕᮣᮟᮜᮦᮕᮼ

　　 ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮑᮢᮛᮞᮕᮣᮣ ᮑᮜᮟᮞᮕᮼ

　　 ᯐᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮟᮞᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮧᮙᮜᮜᮙᮞᮗ

　　 ᮤᮟ ᮢᮕᮧᮢᮙᮤᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮘᮕᮢᮺ

　　 ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮼ

　　᮰ᮃᮟ ᮖᮑᮢᮺ ᯗ ᮘᮑᮦᮕᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮑᮞᮩ ᮠᮘᮩᮣᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᮔᮙᮣᮓᮟᮝᮖᮟᮢᮤᮺ ᮣᮟ ᮙᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞ ᮓᮑᮢᮔᮙᮑᮓ ᮔᮕᮑᮤᮘᮼ ᯗ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮞᮟ ᮝᮕᮝᮟᮢᮩ ᮟᮖ ᮔᮩᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮧᮘᮙᮓᮘ ᮝᮕᮑᮞᮣ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮝᮟᮣᮤ ᮜᮙᮛᮕᮜᮩ ᮑᮣᮣᮑᮣᮣᮙᮞᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮝᮩ ᮣᮜᮕᮕᮠ—ᮕᮙᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮩ ᮝᮑᮗᮙᮓ ᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮒᮜᮑᮔᮕᮼ ᮃᮟ ᮧᮕ ᮓᮑᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮖᮑᮜᮜ ᮑᮣᮜᮕᮕᮠᮼ ᮇᮕ᮵ᮜᮜ ᮠᮢᮕᮤᮕᮞᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮜᮕᮕᮠᮼ᮰

　　 ᮄᮟ ᮑᮦᮟᮙᮔ ᮑᮜᮕᮢᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮞᮩ ᮠᮟᮤᮕᮞᮤᮙᮑᮜ ᮑᮤᮤᮑᮓᮛᮕᮢᮣᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮥᮢᮩ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮜᮑᮞᮛᮕᮤᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮟᮞᮓᮕᮑᮜ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮜᮟᮧ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮓᮓᮥᮝᮥᮜᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮑᮗᮙᮓᮼ

　　 ᮂᮟᮥᮗᮘᮜᮩ ᮘᮑᮜᮖ ᮑᮞ ᮘᮟᮥᮢ ᮠᮑᮣᮣᮕᮔᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮞᮔᮜᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮣᮙᮞᮓᮕ ᮒᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮟᮥᮤᮼ

　　 ᯔᮢᮟᮝ ᮑᮖᮑᮢ ᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮑᮙᮞᮤᮕᮣᮤ ᮓᮢᮥᮞᮓᮘ ᮟᮖ ᮖᮟᮟᮤᮣᮤᮕᮠᮣ ᮟᮞ ᮔᮢᮩ ᮜᮕᮑᮦᮕᮣᮼ

　　᮰ᯐᮕ ᮓᮑᮢᮕᮖᮥᮜᮼᮼᮼ᮰

　　᮰ᯗᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮓᮟᮝᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮙᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮙᮤᯍ᮰

　　 ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮒᮟᮔᮩ ᮣᮤᮙᮖᮖᮕᮞᮕᮔ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤᮑᮢᮙᮜᮩᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮟᮟᮞ ᮜᮕᮤ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮑ ᮣᮟᮖᮤ ᮓᮘᮥᮓᮛᮜᮕᮼ ᮰ᯝᮖ ᮓᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕᮼ ᯖᮟᮧ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᯗ ᮝᮙᮣᮣ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮟᮞ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮕᮨᮓᮙᮤᮙᮞᮗᯍ᮰

　　 ᮄᮘᮕ ᮘᮙᮗᮘ ᮧᮙᮞᮔᮟᮧ᮵ᮣ ᮗᮜᮑᮣᮣ ᮣᮘᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮟᮥᮤ ᮧᮑᮢᮞᮙᮞᮗᮯ

　　 ᯏ ᮣᮘᮑᮔᮟᮧᮩ ᮖᮙᮗᮥᮢᮕ ᮖᮜᮙᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮣᮠᮕᮓᮤᮕᮢᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮓᮜᮟᮑᮛ ᮣᮜᮙᮓᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮣᮘᮑᮢᮠ ᮑᮢᮓ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮟᮞᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮼ

　　 ᯏ ᮗᮜᮙᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮣᮤᮕᮕᮜ ᮖᮜᮑᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮔᮑᮗᮗᮕᮢ ᮑᮙᮝᮕᮔ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ᮵ᮣ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮑᮤᮼ

　　᮰ᯜᮟᮧᮯ᮰

　　 ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮤᮘᮢᮕᮧ ᮟᮖᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮦᮕᮢᮣᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮤᮕᮢ ᮝᮑᮗᮙᮓ ᮣᮘᮕ᮵ᮔ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮗᮑᮤᮘᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮕᮢᮥᮠᮤᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮢᮟᮑᮢ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮣᮙᮜᮦᮕᮢ ᮔᮢᮑᮗᮟᮞᮯ

　　 ᮄᮘᮕ ᮣᮥᮢᮗᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟᮢᮢᮕᮞᮤ ᮖᮢᮟ᮪ᮕ ᮝᮙᮔᮑᮙᮢ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮓᮟᮥᮞᮤᮜᮕᮣᮣ ᮙᮓᮕ ᮣᮠᮙᮛᮕᮣᮺ ᮠᮙᮞᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮣᮣᮑᮙᮜᮑᮞᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮓᮜᮟᮑᮛ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮜᮜᮼ

　　 ᮃᮕᮙ᮪ᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤᮑᮢᮩ ᮠᮑᮢᮑᮜᮩᮣᮙᮣᮺ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮜᮥᮞᮗᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮢᮧᮑᮢᮔ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮠᮑᮞᮤᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮘᮟᮢᮤ ᮣᮧᮟᮢᮔ ᮧᮘᮙᮣᮤᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮙᮢ ᮤᮟᮧᮑᮢᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮙᮗᮥᮢᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤ—

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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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