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

Chapter 8

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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᮰ᯝᮧᮯ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮑ ᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮤᮑᮠ ᮟᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔᮼ

ᯏ ᮖᮑᮝᮙᮜᮙᮑᮢ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮕᮓᮘᮟᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮑᮢᮣᮼ

᮰ᯗ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮣᮥᮢᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮛᮞᮕᮧ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮛᮙᮞᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮣᮥᮠᮢᮕᮝᮕ ᮣᮕᮓᮢᮕᮤ ᮤᮕᮓᮘᮞᮙᮡᮥᮕᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑᮞ ᮕᮨᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞᮜᮕᮣᮣ ᮖᮑᮓᮕᮼ ᮰ᮄᮥᮢᮞᮣ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮩᮟᮥ᮵ᮢᮕ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮑ ᮞᮟᮟᮒ ᮤᮟᮟᮼ᮰

᮰ᮃᮥᮠᮢᮕᮝᮕ ᮣᮕᮓᮢᮕᮤ ᮤᮕᮓᮘᮞᮙᮡᮥᮕᮼᮼᮼ ᮞᮟᮟᮒᮼᮼᮼ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕᯍᮯ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮒᮜᮙᮞᮛᮕᮔᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮟᮜᮔᮕᮞᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮙᮞ ᮖᮢᮟᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮥᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮔᮙᮣᮒᮕᮜᮙᮕᮖᮼ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮗᮑ᮪ᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮜᮝᮟᮣᮤ ᮒᮕᮑᮣᮤᮻᮜᮙᮛᮕᮺ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮕᮦᮟᮥᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮧᮘᮟᮜᮕᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮜᮥᮞᮗᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮢᮧᮑᮢᮔᮺ ᮗᮢᮙᮠᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ’ᮣ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮣ ᮤᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮘᮟᮤ ᮤᮕᮑᮢᮣ ᮥᮞᮓᮟᮞᮤᮢᮟᮜᮜᮑᮒᮜᮩ ᮣᮤᮢᮕᮑᮝᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮢᮙᮝᮣᮟᮞ ᮕᮩᮕᮣᮼ

᮰ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮣᮟᮢᮢᮩᮺ ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮣᮟᮢᮢᮩᮼᮼᮼ ᮇᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮙᮣ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᯍ ᯗᮣ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮘᮕᮑᮦᮕᮞᯍ ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮣᮟᮢᮢᮩᮼᮼᮼ ᮣᮟᮒᮼᮼᮼ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮧᮢᮟᮞᮗᮼ ᯗ ᮔᮢᮑᮗᮗᮕᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᮼ ᮉᮟᮥ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮣᮥᮠᮠᮟᮣᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮑ ᮒᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮖᮥᮤᮥᮢᮕ ᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮞᮟᮒᮜᮕ ᮜᮑᮔᮩ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔᮼ ᯗ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮤᮑᮛᮕᮞ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮝᮕᮼᮼᮼ᮰

᮰ᯖᮥᮘᯍᮯ᮰

ᯚᮙᮣᮤᮕᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ’ᮣ ᮖᮢᮑᮞᮤᮙᮓ ᮢᮑᮝᮒᮜᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ’ᮣ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮧᮙᮔᮕᮞᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮣᮘᮟᮓᮛᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮠᮑᮞᮙᮓ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮗᮑ᮪ᮕ ᮖᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮣᮕᮤᮤᮜᮕᮔ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮢᮕᮝᮒᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮙᮜᮦᮕᮢᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᮼ

᮰ᯕᮙᮢᮜᮺ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ’ᮣ ᮧᮢᮟᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮩᮟᮥᯍ ᯒᮙᮔ—ᮔᮙᮔ ᯗ ᮣᮑᮩ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮢᮟᮞᮗᯍ ᯗ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮓᮑᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑ ᮞᮟᮟᮒᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮒᮙᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮟᮧᮕᮢ ᮜᮙᮠᮺ ᮑᮧᮛᮧᮑᮢᮔᮜᮩ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔ ᮑᮧᮑᮩᮼ ᮰ᯗᮻᮙᮖᮼᮼᮼ ᯗ ᮑᮠᮟᮜᮟᮗᮙ᮪ᮕᮼᮼᮼ ᮧᮙᮜᮜ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮖᮕᮕᮜ ᮒᮕᮤᮤᮕᮢᮼᮼᮼᯍ᮰

᮰ᮇᮘᮩ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑᮠᮟᮜᮟᮗᮙ᮪ᮙᮞᮗᯍ ᯗ’ᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮣᮟᮢᮢᮩᮯ᮰

᮰ᯔᮻᮖᮟᮢ ᮧᮘᮑᮤᯍᮯ᮰

᮰ᯐᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᯗ ᮗᮟᮤ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮛᮙᮜᮜᮕᮔᮯ᮰

᮰ᯖᮑᮘᯍᮯ ᮇᮕ ᮒᮟᮤᮘ ᮑᮗᮢᮕᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮟ ᮤᮟ ᮛᮑᮢᮑᮟᮛᮕ ᮤᮟᮗᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢ—ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ’ᮤ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮥᮣ ᮖᮟᮢᮓᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮯ ᯏᮞᮔ ᮧᮕ ᮒᮟᮤᮘ ᮗᮟᮤ ᮙᮣᮕᮛᮑᮙ’ᮔ ᮘᮕᮢᮕᮯ ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮞᮟᮞᮣᮕᮞᮣᮕ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮣᮠᮟᮥᮤᮙᮞᮗᯍ ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮙᮖ ᯗ ᮤᮕᮑᮣᮕ ᮩᮟᮥᮺ ᯗ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮚᮟᮛᮕ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮯ᮰

᮰ᮇᮑᮙᮤ—᮰

ᮃᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩᮺ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ’ᮣ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮤᮘ ᮘᮙᮤᮓᮘᮕᮔᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮣᮞᮑᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔ ᮥᮠᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮗᮜᮕᮑᮝᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮓᮢᮙᮝᮣᮟᮞ ᮗᮜᮟᮧ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮝ ᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮼ

᮰ᯒᮙᮔ ᮧᮕᮼᮼᮼ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮗᮟ ᮤᮟ ᮖᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮟᮒᮜᮙᮞᮣᯍ᮰

᮰ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮗᮟᮒᮜᮙᮞᮣᯍ ᮇᮕ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮝᮕᮤᮺ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮧᮕᮮᯍ᮰

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮗᮑᮦᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑ ᮛᮞᮟᮧᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮕᮺ ᮞᮥᮔᮗᮙᮞᮗ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ’ᮣ ᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮜᮒᮟᮧᮼ ᮰ᮉᮟᮥ ᮧᮑᮞᮞᮑ ᮗᮟ ᮛᮙᮜᮜ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮗᮟᮒᮜᮙᮞᮣᯍ ᮃᮥᮢᮕᮺ ᮣᮥᮢᮕᮮ ᯚᮕᮤ’ᮣ ᮔᮟ ᮙᮤ ᮤᮟᮗᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢᮯ ᯏᮣ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮣᮑᮩᮺ ᮵ᮇᮘᮕᮞ ᮒᮢᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮣ ᮥᮞᮙᮤᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮣᮤᮢᮕᮞᮗᮤᮘ ᮓᮑᮞ ᮓᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮝᮕᮤᮑᮜᮯ᮵᮰

᮰ᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮝᮕᮤᮼᮼᮼᯍ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮝᮥᮤᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮤᮘ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮩᮑᮞᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮥᮠ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮟᮧᮞ ᮣᮛᮙᮢᮤᮼ

ᮃᮝᮟᮟᮤᮘᮼᮼᮼ ᮖᮜᮑᮧᮜᮕᮣᮣᮼ ᯖᮕᮢ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩ ᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔᮕᮔᮺ ᮣᮞᮟᮧᮻᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕ ᮣᮤᮟᮝᮑᮓᮘ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮥᮞᮘᮑᮢᮝᮕᮔᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮝᮕᮝᮟᮢᮩ ᮟᮖ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮝᮠᮑᮜᮕᮔ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮞᮟᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮑ ᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤᮝᮑᮢᮕᮼ

᮰ᯓᮕᮛᮯ᮰

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮙᮝᮝᮕᮔᮙᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮓᮟᮦᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮣᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮝᮠᮜᮕ ᮓᮘᮕᮣᮤ ᮣᮧᮑᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ ᮰ᯒᮻᮔᮥᮔᮕᮺ ᮣᮤᮟᮠᮯ ᯒᮻᮔᮟᮞ’ᮤ ᮤᮢᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮕᮔᮥᮓᮕ ᮝᮕᮯ ᯗᮻᯗ ᮑᮔᮝᮙᮤ ᮩᮟᮥ’ᮢᮕ ᮓᮥᮤᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮠᮢᮕᮤᮤᮩᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮩᮕᮑᮘᮺ ᯗ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᮣᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ—ᮒᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮙᮣᮞ’ᮤ ᮘᮑᮠᮠᮕᮞᮙᮞᮗᮯ ᯒᮻᮔᮟᮞ’ᮤ ᮤᮕᮝᮠᮤ ᮝᮕ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮣᮙᮞᮼᮼᮼᮯ᮰

᮰ᯚᮕᮤ ᮝᮕ ᮣᮕᮕ ᮩᮟᮥᮢᮣᮯ᮰

ᯗᮗᮞᮟᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮜᮟᮞᮔᮕ’ᮣ ᮠᮢᮟᮤᮕᮣᮤᮣᮺ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮗᮢᮑᮒᮒᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮢᮙᮣᮤᮺ ᮔᮕᮣᮠᮕᮢᮑᮤᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮘᮕᮓᮛ ᮙᮖ ᮣᮘᮕᮺ ᮤᮟᮟᮺ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮥᮞᮘᮑᮢᮝᮕᮔ—ᮙᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮠᮕᮑᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮠᮙᮕᮢᮓᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮑᮞ ᮙᮜᮜᮥᮣᮙᮟᮞᮼ

᮰ᮇᮘᮑ—ᯍᮯ᮰

ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮟᮜᮔᮕᮞᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮜᮟᮣᮤ ᮙᮤᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮣᮘᮟᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮕᮕᮤ—ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮩᮕᮜᮠ ᮙᮞ ᮠᮑᮙᮞ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮝᮑᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮟᮟᮖ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮢᮕᮕ ᮘᮟᮜᮜᮟᮧᮼ ᯑᮜᮥᮤᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮘᮑᮞᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮟᮦᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮘᮕᮣᮤ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮗᮜᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮖᮥᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩᮼ

᮰ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮘᮕᮜᮜᯍᮯ ᯏᮢᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮛᮙᮞᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮠᮕᮢᮦᮕᮢᮤᯍᮯ ᮃᮟ ᮗᮢᮟᮣᮣᮯ᮰

᮰ᯗ’ᮝ ᮞᮟᮤᮯ ᯗ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮧᮑᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮕᮕ ᮙᮖ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮘᮥᮢᮤᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ’ᮣ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮤᮢᮑᮙᮜᮕᮔ ᮟᮖᮖ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮞᮟᮤᮙᮓᮕᮔ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᯗᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮢᮥᮗᮗᮜᮕᮺ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮥᮤᮤᮟᮞᮣ ᮟᮞ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ’ᮣ ᮒᮜᮟᮥᮣᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮠᮟᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮟᮠᮕᮞᮺ ᮢᮕᮦᮕᮑᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮗᮜᮙᮝᮠᮣᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮝᮟᮟᮤᮘ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔᮕᮢ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮟᮢᮕᮑᮢᮝᮼ

ᯜᮟ ᮧᮟᮥᮞᮔᮣᮼ

ᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮝᮙᮜᮛᮩᮻᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕ ᮣᮛᮙᮞᮼ

—ᮄᮘᮑᮞᮛ ᮗᮟᮟᮔᮞᮕᮣᮣᮯᮯᮯ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮓᮢᮑᮝᮒᮜᮕᮔ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮢᮕᮕ ᮘᮟᮜᮜᮟᮧᮼ

ᮂᮥᮣᮤᮜᮕᮼ

ᯖᮑᮢᮣᮘ ᮣᮥᮞᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮖᮙᮜᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮕᮑᮦᮕᮣᮺ ᮓᮑᮣᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮔᮑᮠᮠᮜᮕᮔ ᮣᮘᮑᮔᮟᮧᮣ ᮟᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮑᮜᮕ ᮖᮑᮓᮕᮼ

ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮟᮟᮞᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮢᮕᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮝᮕᮕᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮣᮕᮤᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮥᮞᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮟᮒᮜᮙᮞᮣᮼ

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮛᮞᮕᮧ ᮞᮟᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮖ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮘᮑᮠᮠᮕᮞᮕᮔᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮟᮔᮩ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮕᮨᮑᮓᮤᮜᮩ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮤ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮠᮟᮙᮞᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮼ

ᯏ ᮢᮕᮧᮙᮞᮔᯍᮯ

ᯖᮑᮔ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮗᮟᮔ ᮤᮑᮛᮕᮞ ᮠᮙᮤᮩ ᮟᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮗᮙᮦᮕᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑ ᮣᮕᮓᮟᮞᮔ ᮓᮘᮑᮞᮓᮕᯍ

ᯝᮢ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮘᮑᮝᮑᮞ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮢᮕᮦᮕᮢᮣᮕ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᯍ

ᯏ ᮖᮟᮗ ᮟᮖ ᮓᮟᮞᮖᮥᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮢᮟᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮠᮥᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮑᮣᮙᮔᮕᮼ

ᯝᮞᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮓᮕᮢᮤᮑᮙᮞᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ—ᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮕᮣᮤ ᮖᮢᮙᮕᮞᮔ—ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮥᮞᮘᮑᮢᮝᮕᮔᮼ ᮅᮞᮣᮓᮑᮤᮘᮕᮔᮼ ᯏᮜᮙᮦᮕᮼ

ᯗᮤᮼᮼᮼ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮗᮟᮟᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮤᮢᮥᮕᮯᮯᮯ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮟᮦᮕᮢᮧᮘᮕᮜᮝᮙᮞᮗ ᮢᮕᮜᮙᮕᮖ ᮟᮖ ᮣᮥᮢᮦᮙᮦᮑᮜ ᮣᮥᮢᮗᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮤᮙᮔᮑᮜ ᮧᮑᮦᮕᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮙᮝᮝᮕᮔᮙᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮔᮟᮦᮕ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮘᮟᮜᮜᮟᮧᮺ ᮒᮥᮢᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮣᮤ ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ’ᮣ ᮓᮘᮕᮣᮤ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮒᮥᮢᮣᮤ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮕᮑᮢᮣᮼ

᮰ᮃᮟᮒᮼᮼᮼ ᮉᮟᮥ’ᮢᮕ ᮑᮜᮙᮦᮕᮼᮼᮼ ᯗ’ᮝ ᮑᮜᮙᮦᮕᮼᮼᮼ ᮇᮕ ᮒᮟᮤᮘ ᮝᮑᮔᮕ ᮙᮤᮼᮼᮼ ᮇᮕ ᮗᮟᮤ ᮑᮞᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮘᮑᮞᮓᮕᮼᮼᮼ ᯗᮤ’ᮣ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮗᮟᮟᮔᮼᮼᮼ ᮇᮑᮑᮑᮘᮼᮼᮼ ᯗ’ᮜᮜ ᮞᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮒᮕ ᮢᮕᮓᮛᮜᮕᮣᮣ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮯ ᯗ ᮧᮟᮞ’ᮤ ᮜᮕᮤ ᮝᮩ ᮒᮕᮣᮤ ᮖᮢᮙᮕᮞᮔ ᮗᮕᮤ ᮘᮥᮢᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮯ᮰

᮰ᯕᮕᮕ᮪ᮼᮼᮼ ᮇᮘᮩ ᮣᮟ ᮣᮑᮠᮠᮩᮼᮼᮼᯍ᮰

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮑᮧᮛᮧᮑᮢᮔᮜᮩ ᮤᮥᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮞᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮗᮟᮜᮔᮕᮞ ᮘᮑᮙᮢ ᮒᮕᮘᮙᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮑᮢᮼ ᮰ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮙᮣᮞ’ᮤ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮩᮟᮥᮼ ᮉᮟᮥ’ᮢᮕ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮩᮠᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮢᮩ ᮣᮟ ᮕᮑᮣᮙᮜᮩᮺ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᯍ ᮵ᯐᮕ ᮑ ᮝᮑᮞᮺ ᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮤᮢᮟᮞᮗᮯ᮵ ᯖᮑᮘᮑᮘᮑᮺ ᯗ’ᮝ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮓᮢᮩᮙᮞᮗᮯ ᯗ’ᮝ ᮤᮟᮤᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮗᮟᮞᮞᮑ ᮝᮑᮛᮕ ᮖᮥᮞ ᮟᮖ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᮯ᮰

᮰ᯚᮻᮜᮑᮥᮗᮘ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮧᮑᮞᮤᮼᮼᮼ ᯏᮣ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮑᮣ ᮩᮟᮥ’ᮢᮕ ᮘᮑᮠᮠᮩᮺ ᯗ ᮔᮟᮞ’ᮤ ᮓᮑᮢᮕᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮣᮞᮙᮖᮖᮜᮕᮔᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮒᮟᮞᮕᮻᮔᮕᮕᮠ—ᮞᮟᮺ ᮣᮟᮥᮜᮻᮔᮕᮕᮠ—ᮤᮕᮢᮢᮟᮢ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮔᮕᮣᮠᮑᮙᮢ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮜᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢᮼ

ᯚᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮢᮟᮠᮕ ᮤᮙᮗᮘᮤᮕᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮞᮕᮓᮛᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮕᮨᮑᮓᮤᮜᮩ ᮧᮘᮩᮺ ᮘᮑᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮤᮞᮕᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮜᮜᮺ ᮕᮞᮔᮥᮢᮕᮔ ᮓᮢᮥᮕᮜᮤᮩᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮥᮜᮜᮩ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢᮣᮤᮟᮟᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮟᮧᮞ ᮧᮕᮑᮛᮞᮕᮣᮣ—ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮞᮟᮧ ᮓᮜᮥᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮠᮕᮑᮓᮕ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮔᮕᮣᮠᮕᮢᮑᮤᮕ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮞᮣᮙᮤᮩᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮓᮘᮕᮢᮙᮣᮘ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮣᮕᮓᮟᮞᮔᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮞᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮜᮕᮤ ᮤᮢᮑᮗᮕᮔᮩ ᮢᮕᮠᮕᮑᮤ ᮙᮤᮣᮕᮜᮖᮼ

᮰ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑᮼ᮰

ᮃᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩᮼ

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ’ᮣ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮥᮞᮥᮣᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮣᮕᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣᮼ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔᮺ ᮣᮟᮖᮤ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮤᮕᮞᮣᮕᮔᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮖᮙᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮔᮕᮤᮕᮢᮝᮙᮞᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ

ᮃᮙᮞᮓᮕ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮔᮘᮟᮟᮔᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮠᮜᮑᮩᮕᮔ ᮑᮜᮟᮞᮗᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮕᮣᮤ ᮖᮢᮙᮕᮞᮔᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮛᮞᮕᮧ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮒᮕᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮑᮞᮩᮟᮞᮕᮼ ᯏᮞᮔ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮟᮖᮖᮼ ᮄᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮣᮕᮓᮢᮕᮤ ᮘᮕᮢᮕ—ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮛᮞᮟᮧᮼ

᮰ᮄᮕᮜᮜ ᮝᮕᮼ ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮘᮑᮠᮠᮕᮞᮕᮔᯍ᮰

᮰ᯜᮻᮞᮟᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮼᮼᮼ ᯗ’ᮝ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮗᮜᮑᮔᮼᮼᮼ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮕ’ᮢᮕ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮑᮜᮙᮦᮕᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮓᮑᮜᮝᮙᮞᮗ ᮔᮟᮧᮞ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮧᮙᮠᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮺ ᮣᮞᮙᮖᮖᮕᮔ ᮟᮞᮓᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮕᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮕᮔ—ᮑ ᮖᮢᮑᮗᮙᮜᮕᮺ ᮒᮜᮙᮣᮣᮖᮥᮜ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮕᮼ

᮰ᯗᮤ’ᮣ ᮣᮟ ᮞᮙᮓᮕᮼᮼᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮑᮙᮢ ᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮙᮣ ᮣᮟ ᮖᮢᮕᮣᮘᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮛᮩ ᮣᮟ ᮒᮜᮥᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮥᮞᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮣᮟ ᮧᮑᮢᮝᮼ᮰

᮰ᮄᮘᮑᮤ’ᮣ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮙᮤᮺ ᮙᮣ ᮙᮤᯍ᮰

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮜᮟᮧᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮗᮑ᮪ᮕᮺ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮔᮕᮕᮠ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮢᮙᮕᮞᮔ’ᮣ ᮣᮟᮥᮜᮼ

ᯏᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮠᮕᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮠᮑᮣᮤ ᮖᮜᮕᮣᮘᮺ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮟᮢᮕᮼ

ᮃᮟᮝᮕᮘᮟᮧᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮕᮞᮣᮕ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮣᮙᮜᮕᮞᮓᮕᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮖᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮜᮑᮨᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔᮕᮢᮣᮺ ᮜᮕᮤᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮝᮠᮜᮕ ᮓᮘᮕᮣᮤ ᮣᮧᮑᮩ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩᮼ

᮰ᯗ ᮗᮕᮤ ᮙᮤᮼ ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮙᮣ ᮑᮞᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮣᮕᮓᮢᮕᮤᮣᮺ ᮘᮥᮘᯍ ᯝᮢ ᮝᮑᮩᮒᮕᮼᮼᮼ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮔᮟᮞ’ᮤ ᮖᮥᮜᮜᮩ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔ ᮙᮤᮼ ᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮘᮟᮧ ᯗ ᮔᮟᮞ’ᮤ ᮗᮕᮤ ᮘᮟᮧ ᯗ ᮕᮞᮔᮕᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮥᮛᮕ’ᮣ ᮕᮣᮤᮑᮤᮕ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮣᮑᮞᮔᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮝᮙᮜᮕᮣ ᮑᮧᮑᮩᮼ᮰

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮕᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮢᮕᮕ ᮘᮟᮜᮜᮟᮧᮺ ᮣᮠᮕᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮕᮞᮤᮼ ᮰ᯐᮥᮤ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ’ᮣ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮣᮥᮢᮕ—ᮧᮕ’ᮦᮕ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮗᮙᮦᮕᮞ ᮑ ᮣᮕᮓᮟᮞᮔ ᮜᮙᮖᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑ ᮕᮝᮕᮢᮗᮕᮔ ᮤᮟᮗᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮒᮑᮣᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮕᮞᮤᮜᮕ ᮣᮥᮞᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮺ ᮜᮙᮖᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮖᮑᮓᮕᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮛᮩ ᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮔᮕᮓᮜᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮥᮞᮙᮣᮟᮞᯈ

᮰—ᮃᮟ ᮧᮕ’ᮔ ᮒᮕᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮗᮙᮦᮕ ᮙᮤ ᮟᮥᮢ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮜᮙᮦᮕ ᮣᮕᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩᮯ᮰

᮰ᯖᮕᮩᮺ ᯚᮙᮦᮙᮑᮼᮼᮼ ᯕᮟᮤ ᮑᮞᮩ ᮙᮔᮕᮑᮣ ᮟᮢ ᮠᮜᮑᮞᮣ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ’ᮣ ᮞᮕᮨᮤᯍ᮰

ᯏᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮝᮥᮢᮝᮥᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖᮼ

᮰ᮄᮘᮕ ᮢᮟᮑᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮠᮙᮤᮑᮜ’ᮣ ᮜᮟᮞᮗᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮕ’ᮢᮕ ᮒᮢᮟᮛᮕᮼᮼᮼ ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮔᮟ ᮧᮕ ᮔᮟᮼᮼᮼᯍ᮰

᮰ᯗ’ᮦᮕ ᮗᮟᮤ ᮙᮤᮺ ᮣᮙᮣᮼ ᯗ’ᮦᮕ ᮗᮟᮤ ᮙᮤᮼ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮗᮑ᮪ᮕ ᮣᮟᮥᮤᮘᮧᮑᮢᮔᮼ

᮰ᮄᮟ ᮗᮕᮤ ᮢᮙᮓᮘᮺ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤ ᮓᮘᮟᮠ ᮧᮟᮟᮔᮼ᮰

᮰ᯚᮕᮤ’ᮣ ᮗᮟ ᮗᮑᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮢᮒᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮥᮞᮤᮑᮙᮞᮣᮼ ᯗ’ᮜᮜ ᮤᮕᮑᮓᮘ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮠᮟᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮟᮟᮔ ᮟᮞᮕᮣᮼ᮰

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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