Summoned Without Permission! The Substitute Princess Is in Trouble.

Chapter 1

Summoned Without Permission! The Substitute Princess Is in Trouble.

I happened to meet three women who love fantasy in another world. I was talking about going if I could. He was hit by a sudden earthquake, and before he knew it, he had been summoned the saints together. The two have dark hair and black eyes. Although I am half Japanese and half British (blonde, violet eyes), I have chestnut-colored hair and dark brown eyes due to circumstances. The results of the appraisal show that the two are saints. Is this a town girl? Is this situation expelling the royal castle? ! With the help of the people around me, I was able to avoid the expulsion of the royal castle, but I am the only one who looks like the princess of this country, so I’m a substitute? ! This princess, the current queen (who is planning to take over the country) has been poisoned. Rather than expelling the royal castle, she is strongly sought to educate her ladylike education in order to become a substitute princess. As a result of her efforts with the people around her, the princess is safely celebrated as a recovery from her poison, and (again) is loved by her subordinates. What, is it okay for me? But in truth, I want to escape from being a substitute. Also, the saint seems to enjoy a different world, a fantasy world. I also want to enjoy this world. My trustworthy was that I was in another world, and my memories gradually began to creep up. “The summoning of the saint was aimed at reversing the positions of the King’s younger brother, His Highness the Crown Prince.” At the ceremony, an incident occurred, and I was lying on my good fortune (or bad luck?). What, I’m not very funny and noticeable. As a result, the support of his subjects has also increased. “The upheaval of this country begins, and is he caught up in this territory and imprisoned in the territory directly under the king’s brother?” The prince (the princess’ fiance) in the north also begins to move. Huh, can I get you to marry me? Furthermore, an invasion has begun from surrounding countries. “Finally, my ally (the king’s younger brother, Crown Prince) contacted me to kill him.” Now, what’s ahead: ◎Can I get back to this predicament? ◎What will the relationship with this upheaval? (Can I marry the prince?) ◎ Or can I escape, find a safe haven, and survive freely? In this situation, it’s hard to imagine a happy ending!

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ᯖᮑᮦᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮕᮨᮠᮕᮢᮙᮕᮞᮓᮕᮔ ᮣᮜᮕᮕᮠ ᮑᮞᮕᮣᮤᮘᮕᮣᮙᮑᯍ

ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮞᮕᮣᮤᮘᮕᮤᮙᮓ ᮕᮞᮤᮕᮢᮣ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮒᮜᮟᮟᮔᮣᮤᮢᮕᮑᮝᮺ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮟᮞᮕ ᮤᮕᮜᮜᮣ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮟᮥᮞᮤ ᮒᮑᮓᮛᮧᮑᮢᮔᮼ

ᮃᮟ ᮩᮟᮥ᮵ᮢᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮞᮤᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮘᮕᮑᮢ ᮑ ᮞᮥᮢᮣᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮧᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮥᮠᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮟᮠᮕᮞ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮣᮺ ᮙᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮟᮦᮕᮢᮼ

ᯏ ᮣᮙᮤᮥᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮧᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕᮣ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮢᮑᮞᮣᮖᮟᮢᮝ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮤᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮑᮞ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮑᮞᮤᮺ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮑ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤᮺ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮟᮥᮤ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮢᮕᮝᮕᮝᮒᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᮄᮘᮑᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮕᮨᮑᮓᮤᮜᮩ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮙᮤ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮞᮟᮧᮼ

᮵ᮇᮘᮕᮢᮕᮼᮼᮼᮑᮝ ᯗᯍ᮵

ᯗ ᮟᮠᮕᮞᮕᮔ ᮝᮩ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮖᮙᮞᮔ ᮝᮩᮣᮕᮜᮖ ᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮑᮜᮜᮕᮩᮼ

ᯏ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮥᮞᮖᮑᮝᮙᮜᮙᮑᮢ ᮣᮠᮑᮓᮕᮺ ᮥᮤᮤᮕᮢᮜᮩ ᮥᮞᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮝᮩ ᮣᮤᮥᮔᮙᮟ ᮑᮠᮑᮢᮤᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮧᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᯗ᮵ᮔ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮣᮙᮤᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞ ᮖᮢᮟᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮝᮩ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮥᮤᮕᮢ ᮠᮜᮑᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮗᮑᮝᮕ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮣᮕᮓᮟᮞᮔᮣ ᮑᮗᮟᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮜᮔᮺ ᮔᮢᮩ ᮑᮙᮢ ᮠᮕᮓᮥᮜᮙᮑᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮥᮤᮔᮟᮟᮢᮣ ᮒᮢᮥᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮜᮙᮞᮗᮜᮩ ᮠᮑᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮙᮠ ᮟᮖ ᮝᮩ ᮞᮟᮣᮕᮼ

ᯗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮟ ᮖᮜᮥᮣᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᯗ ᮖᮢᮟ᮪ᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮠᮜᮑᮓᮕ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮙᮓᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤᮼ

ᮃᮟᮟᮞᮺ ᯗ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮟᮖᮖᮼ

ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮑ ᮣᮥᮖᮖᮙᮓᮙᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᮣᮙᮤᮥᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮣᮟᮺ ᮑ ᮣᮕᮞᮣᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮥᮞᮖᮑᮝᮙᮜᮙᮑᮢᮙᮤᮩ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᯗ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮔᮕᮣᮓᮢᮙᮒᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮧᮟᮢᮔᮣ ᮩᮕᮤ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮙᮞᮓᮤᮙᮦᮕᮜᮩ ᮗᮢᮑᮣᮠᮕᮔᮼ

ᯑᮑᮢᮕᮜᮕᮣᮣᮜᮩ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔᮺ ᯗ ᮣᮜᮟᮧᮜᮩ ᮤᮟᮟᮛ ᮑ ᮣᮤᮕᮠ ᮖᮟᮢᮧᮑᮢᮔᮼ

ᯏᮞᮔ ᯗ ᮣᮤᮟᮟᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮖᮢᮟᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮑ ᮔᮥᮣᮤᮩᮺ ᮒᮜᮥᮢᮢᮩ ᮧᮙᮞᮔᮟᮧ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮢᮞᮕᮢ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮜᮜᮕᮩᮼ

᮰ᮼᮼᮼᮼᮼᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᯗ ᮢᮑᮙᮣᮕᮔ ᮝᮩ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮺ ᮧᮘᮙᮓᮘ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᮥᮞᮥᮣᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮣᮝᮑᮜᮜ ᮤᮟᮔᮑᮩᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮙᮠᮕᮔ ᮑᮧᮑᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮥᮣᮤ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮙᮞᮔᮟᮧᮼ

ᯏᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮖᮜᮕᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮢᮕᮦᮕᮑᮜᮕᮔ ᮒᮕᮩᮟᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮞᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮞᮔᮟᮧ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮢᮥᮜᮩ ᮑᮞ ᮥᮞᮖᮑᮝᮙᮜᮙᮑᮢ ᮖᮑᮓᮕᮼ ᯗᮤ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮝᮩ ᮟᮧᮞᮺ ᮩᮕᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮠᮢᮟᮖᮟᮥᮞᮔᮜᮩ ᮑᮜᮙᮕᮞᮼ ᯐᮕᮩᮟᮞᮔ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮙᮝᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮟᮢ ᮖᮕᮑᮤᮥᮢᮕᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮗᮕᮺ ᮢᮑᮓᮕᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮗᮕᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮟᮠᮠᮟᮣᮙᮤᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮩ ᮟᮢᮙᮗᮙᮞᮑᮜ ᮣᮕᮜᮖᮼ

᮵ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔᮺ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮣ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᮼᮼᮼᯍ᮵

ᯏ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮙᮖᮥᮜ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮣᮛᮩᮻᮒᮜᮥᮕ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮒᮜᮑᮞᮛᮜᮩ ᮑᮤ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖᮼ

ᮃᮙᮜᮦᮕᮢᮩᮻᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕ ᮘᮑᮙᮢ ᮖᮜᮟᮧᮕᮔ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔᮕᮢᮣᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮟᮔᮩ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮣᮜᮕᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮓᮥᮢᮦᮕᮣᮼ

ᯏ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮙᮖᮥᮜ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᮺ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ᮵ᮔ ᮣᮕᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮝᮕᮤᮙᮓᮥᮜᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩ ᮔᮢᮑᮧᮞ ᮙᮜᮜᮥᮣᮤᮢᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮒᮜᮙᮞᮛᮕᮔ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮗᮑ᮪ᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖ ᮒᮕᮩᮟᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮙᮞᮔᮟᮧᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮝᮟᮦᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮣᮩᮞᮓ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᯗ ᮣᮘᮙᮖᮤᮕᮔ ᮝᮩ ᮗᮑ᮪ᮕ ᮟᮢ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮝᮩ ᮘᮕᮑᮔᮼ

ᯔᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮢᮕᮖᮜᮕᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᯗ ᮣᮟᮟᮞ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮙ᮪ᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮣᮘᮟᮓᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮢᮥᮤᮘᮼ

᮵ᯜᮟ ᮧᮑᮩᮼᮼᮼ ᯗᮣ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮝᮕᯍ᮵

ᯛᮩ ᮝᮙᮞᮔ ᮢᮕᮕᮜᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮑᮞᮤᮼ

᮰ᯑᮻᮓᮑᮜᮝ ᮔᮟᮧᮞᮼ ᯔᮙᮢᮣᮤᮺ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮕᮨᮑᮓᮤᮜᮩ ᮙᮣ ᮗᮟᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮞᮼᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮝᮩ ᮝᮥᮤᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮣᮟᮜᮙᮜᮟᮡᮥᮩ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮟ ᮥᮞᮖᮑᮝᮙᮜᮙᮑᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᯗ ᮖᮜᮙᮞᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮼ

ᯛᮩ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔᮕᮢᮣ ᮤᮢᮕᮝᮒᮜᮕᮔᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮞᮑᮠ ᮝᮩᮣᮕᮜᮖ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮤᮟ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮙᮤᮩᮺ ᯗ ᮣᮜᮑᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮒᮟᮤᮘ ᮝᮩ ᮓᮘᮕᮕᮛᮣᮼ

ᯏᮣ ᯗ ᮤᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮝᮩ ᮒᮕᮣᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮙᮤᮥᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮥᮒᮤᮜᮩ ᮖᮑᮝᮙᮜᮙᮑᮢ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮙᮤᮼ

᮵ᮇᮑᮙᮤ ᮑ ᮝᮙᮞᮥᮤᮕᮺ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮜᮟᮣᮕᮜᮩᮺ ᮙᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᮼᮼᮼᮼᯍ᮵

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ᮵ᮣ ᮑᮠᮠᮕᮑᮢᮑᮞᮓᮕ ᮕᮨᮑᮓᮤᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮣᮕᮝᮒᮜᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮘᮑᮢᮑᮓᮤᮕᮢ ᮓᮥᮣᮤᮟᮝᮙ᮪ᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮃᮑᮙᮞᮤᮕᮣᮣᮻᮒᮟᮢᮞ ᮓᮘᮑᮢᮑᮓᮤᮕᮢ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮑᮝᮕ ᯗ᮵ᮔ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮠᮜᮑᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᮋᯑᮙᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᯙᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤᮣᮍᮼ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮟᮦᮕᮢᮑᮜᮜ ᮑᮠᮠᮕᮑᮢᮑᮞᮓᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮕᮨᮑᮓᮤᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᯈ ᮑ ᮒᮜᮑᮓᮛ ᮞᮥᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮘᮑᮒᮙᮤᮺ ᮑ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮜᮙᮤ ᮢᮟᮣᮑᮢᮩ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮞᮕᮓᮛᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮞᮥᮞ ᮖᮢᮕᮣᮘ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯑᮘᮥᮢᮓᮘ ᮕᮢᮑᮼ

᮵ᯐᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮞᮼᮼᮼᮼᮼᮼ᮵

ᮇᮘᮕᮞ ᯗ ᮢᮑᮙᮣᮕᮔ ᮝᮩ ᮘᮕᮑᮔᮺ ᯗ ᮣᮑᮧ ᮣᮛᮩᮣᮓᮢᮑᮠᮕᮢᮣ ᮣᮟᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮙᮗᮘ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮛᮩᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮤᮝᮟᮣᮠᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮔᮙᮖᮖᮕᮢᮕᮞᮤ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮑ ᮝᮟᮔᮕᮢᮞ ᮝᮕᮤᮢᮟᮠᮟᮜᮙᮣᮼ

ᯏ ᮞᮕᮑᮢᮻᮖᮥᮤᮥᮢᮕ ᮝᮕᮤᮢᮟᮠᮟᮜᮙᮣ ᮖᮙᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮔᮑ᮪᮪ᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮞᮕᮟᮞ ᮣᮙᮗᮞᮣᮺ ᮖᮢᮕᮡᮥᮕᮞᮤ ᮠᮑᮣᮣᮕᮞᮗᮕᮢ ᮦᮕᮘᮙᮓᮜᮕᮣ ᮓᮢᮙᮣᮣᮓᮢᮟᮣᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮛᮩᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮟᮜᮟᮗᮢᮑᮠᮘᮙᮓ ᮒᮙᮜᮜᮒᮟᮑᮢᮔᮣ ᮣᮧᮕᮕᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮓᮢᮟᮣᮣ ᮝᮩ ᮦᮙᮣᮙᮟᮞᮼ

ᮄᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮘᮟᮧ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮖᮑᮝᮙᮜᮙᮑᮢᮺ ᮝᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮕ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮙ᮪ᮕ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮼ

᮵ᯗᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᮼᮼᮼ ᯝᮝᮕᮗᮑ ᯒᮕᮤᮢᮟᮙᮤᯍ᮵

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮣᮕᮤᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮖ ᯜᮕᮟᮖᮢᮟᮞᮤ ᯑᮩᮒᮕᮢᮓᮙᮤᮩᮼ ᯏ ᮓᮙᮤᮩ ᮟᮖ ᮟᮠᮠᮟᮢᮤᮥᮞᮙᮤᮩ ᮖᮙᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮕᮓᮘᮞᮟᮜᮟᮗᮩᮺ ᮠᮜᮕᮑᮣᮥᮢᮕᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮦᮙᮟᮜᮕᮞᮓᮕᮼ

ᮂᮕᮑᮜᮙ᮪ᮙᮞᮗ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮙᮔᮔᮜᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮙᮤᮺ ᯗ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮕ ᮒᮜᮑᮞᮛᮜᮩᮺ ᮔᮥᮝᮒᮖᮟᮥᮞᮔᮕᮔᮼ

ᯋᯋᯋᯋᯋᯋᯋᯋᯋᯋᯋᯋᯋᯋᯋᯋᯋᯋᯋᯋ

᮵ᯜᮟᮺ ᮞᮟ ᮞᮟ ᮞᮟ ᮞᮟᮺ ᮧᮑᮙᮤ ᮑ ᮝᮙᮞᮥᮤᮕᮻ᮵

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮣᮙᮤᮥᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮚᮥᮝᮒᮜᮕᮔᮺ ᮜᮕᮑᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮕ ᮓᮟᮞᮖᮥᮣᮕᮔᮼ

ᯑᮜᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩᮺ ᮵ᯑᮩᮒᮕᮢ ᯑᮙᮤᮩ᮵ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮵ᯑᮙᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᯙᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤᮣ᮵ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮖᮙᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞᮑᮜ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔᮣ ᮓᮢᮕᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮙᮝᮑᮗᮙᮞᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮖᮑᮓᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᯗ᮵ᮔ ᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮑ ᮗᮑᮝᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮥᮞᮒᮕᮜᮙᮕᮦᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮕᮞᮟᮥᮗᮘᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮣᮟᮺ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮑᮞ ᮥᮞᮖᮑᮝᮙᮜᮙᮑᮢ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᮺ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮝᮩ ᮟᮢᮙᮗᮙᮞᮑᮜ ᮣᮕᮜᮖᮺ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮢᮕᮖᮜᮕᮓᮤᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮙᮢᮢᮟᮢᮼ

ᯗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮦᮕᮢᮗᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮜᮟᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮩ ᮝᮙᮞᮔᮼ ᯗ ᮧᮟᮞᮔᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮙᮖ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮔᮢᮕᮑᮝᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮥᮠᮟᮞ ᮢᮕᮓᮟᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕᮢᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮦᮙᮦᮙᮔᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮜᮔ ᮑᮙᮢᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮕᮞᮓᮘ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮑᮜᮜᮕᮩᮺ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮣᮙᮞᮗᮜᮕ ᮝᮑᮢᮛ ᮟᮖ ᮑ ᮠᮥᮔᮔᮜᮕ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔᮼ

ᯏᮞ ᮙᮞᮤᮥᮙᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮕᮞᮤ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮜᮣ ᮔᮟᮧᮞ ᮝᮩ ᮞᮕᮓᮛ ᮤᮟᮜᮔ ᮝᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮞᮟᮞᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮑ ᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤᮝᮑᮢᮕᮼ

ᯏᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮕᮨᮤᮢᮕᮝᮕ ᮠᮑᮞᮙᮓᮺ ᮑ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞ ᮞᮟᮙᮣᮕ ᮢᮑᮞᮗ ᮟᮥᮤᮼ

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ᯗ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮤᮜᮕᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮟ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕᮼ

ᮃᮙᮜᮕᮞᮓᮕ ᮢᮕᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮟᮞᮕᮜᮩ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮑᮜᮜᮕᮩᮼ

᮵ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮠᮢᮟᮒᮑᮒᮜᮩ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮙᮞᮔᮼ᮵

ᯖᮟᮧᮕᮦᮕᮢᮺ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮝᮩ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮤᮜᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤᮺ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮨᮑᮓᮤ ᮣᮑᮝᮕ ᮣᮓᮕᮞᮕᮢᮩ ᮑᮣ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮘᮟᮧ ᮕᮕᮢᮙᮕᮼ

ᯗ ᮒᮕᮜᮑᮤᮕᮔᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮓᮑᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮠᮜᮑᮓᮕ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮣᮑᮖᮕᮼ

᮵ᯗᮖ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮙᮣ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮋᯝᮝᮕᮗᮑ ᯒᮕᮤᮢᮟᮙᮤᮍᮼᮼᮼᮼᮼ᮵

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮓᮙᮤᮩ᮵ᮣ ᮓᮢᮙᮝᮕ ᮢᮑᮤᮕᮼᮼᮼ ᮑᮓᮓᮟᮢᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮙᮤᮣ ᮣᮕᮤᮤᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮖᮑᮢ ᮕᮨᮓᮕᮕᮔᮣ ᮔᮟ᮪ᮕᮞᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮣ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮻᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔ ᮓᮢᮙᮝᮕᮻᮢᮙᮔᮔᮕᮞ ᮑᮢᮕᮑᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮃᮟᮥᮤᮘ ᯏᮝᮕᮢᮙᮓᮑ ᮟᮢ ᯏᮖᮢᮙᮓᮑᮼ

ᮇᮘᮙᮜᮕ ᮙᮤ ᮝᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮒᮕ ᮔᮙᮖᮖᮕᮢᮕᮞᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮕᮑᮜᮤᮘᮩ ᮑᮢᮕᮑᮣ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮟᮠ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮣᮛᮩᮣᮓᮢᮑᮠᮕᮢᮣᮺ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕᮣᮕ ᮜᮟᮧᮕᮢᮻᮓᮜᮑᮣᮣ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮑᮜᮜᮕᮩᮣᮺ ᮛᮙᮔᮞᮑᮠᮠᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮢᮟᮒᮒᮕᮢᮩᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮝᮥᮢᮔᮕᮢ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮘᮑᮠᮠᮕᮞ ᮥᮞᮞᮟᮤᮙᮓᮕᮔᮼ

ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮙᮖ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮟᮞᮕ ᮟᮠᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮔᮙᮣᮑᮠᮠᮕᮑᮢᮕᮔᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮟᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮠᮢᮕᮤᮕᮞᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮜᮟᮟᮛ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮕᮝᮼ

ᯗᮞ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮕᮞᮣᮕᮺ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮑᮓᮛᮺ ᮝᮩ ᮓᮥᮢᮢᮕᮞᮤ ᮣᮤᮑᮤᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮕᮨᮤᮢᮕᮝᮕᮜᮩ ᮠᮕᮢᮙᮜᮟᮥᮣᮼ

ᯔᮙᮢᮣᮤᮺ ᮝᮩ ᮑᮤᮤᮙᮢᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮥᮞᮣᮥᮙᮤᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮖᮥᮤᮥᮢᮙᮣᮤᮙᮓ ᮓᮙᮤᮩᮼ ᯏ ᮞᮥᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮘᮑᮒᮙᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮑᮞ ᮕᮢᮑ ᮧᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮢᮕᮜᮙᮗᮙᮟᮞ ᮘᮑᮣ ᮔᮙᮕᮔ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮔᮥᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮑ᮪᮪ᮜᮙᮞᮗᮜᮩ ᮑᮔᮦᮑᮞᮓᮕᮔ ᮣᮓᮙᮕᮞᮤᮙᮖᮙᮓ ᮤᮕᮓᮘᮞᮟᮜᮟᮗᮩᯍ ᯗᮤ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮑᮤᮤᮢᮑᮓᮤ ᮑᮣ ᮝᮥᮓᮘ ᮑᮤᮤᮕᮞᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮑᮣ ᮓᮟᮣᮠᮜᮑᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮠᮥᮒᮜᮙᮓ ᮤᮢᮑᮞᮣᮠᮟᮢᮤᮼ ᮄᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮙᮞᮓᮢᮕᮑᮣᮕ ᮝᮩ ᮓᮘᮑᮞᮓᮕᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮒᮕᮓᮟᮝᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮤᮑᮢᮗᮕᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮓᮢᮙᮝᮕᮼ

ᯏᮞᮔ ᮝᮟᮣᮤ ᮙᮝᮠᮟᮢᮤᮑᮞᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮝᮩ ᮑᮠᮠᮕᮑᮢᮑᮞᮓᮕᮼᮼᮼ

᮵ᯗᮤ ᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔᮣ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮝᮥᮓᮘᮼ᮵

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮥᮞᮞᮕᮓᮕᮣᮣᮑᮢᮙᮜᮩ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮙᮖᮥᮜ ᮓᮥᮣᮤᮟᮝᮙ᮪ᮕᮔ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮃᮑᮙᮞᮤᮕᮣᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮟ ᮣᮤᮥᮞᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤᮑᮢᮙᮜᮩ ᮓᮑᮠᮤᮙᮦᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᯗ ᮣᮑᮧ ᮙᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮙᮤᮩᮼ

ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮜᮕᮦᮕᮜ ᮟᮖ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮩ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮒᮕ ᮕᮨᮠᮜᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮓᮕᮜᮕᮒᮢᮙᮤᮩᮺ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮕᮢᮑᮼ

ᮄᮟ ᮠᮥᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮞᮕᮗᮑᮤᮙᮦᮕᮜᮩᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮕᮢᮖᮕᮓᮤ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮕᮤ ᮛᮙᮔᮞᮑᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮣᮕᮓᮜᮥᮔᮕᮔ ᮑᮢᮕᮑᮼ

ᯗᮖ ᯗ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮘᮕᮑᮔ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮢᮕᮕᮤᮣ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᮺ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮢᮟᮥᮒᮜᮕᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮘᮑᮠᮠᮕᮞ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᯗ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮗᮟᮤ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮒᮜᮟᮓᮛ ᮑᮧᮑᮩᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕᮞᮺ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮖᮟᮜᮜᮟᮧᮕᮔ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮣᮤ ᮥᮞᮙᮝᮑᮗᮙᮞᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮟᮥᮤᮓᮟᮝᮕᮼ

᮵ᮅᮗᮘᮼᮼᮼ ᯗ ᮓᮑᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮒᮕᮜᮙᮕᮦᮕ ᯗ᮵ᮔ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮧᮟᮢᮢᮩ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᮼᮼᮼᮼ᮵

ᯏᮣ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮟᮞᮕ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮟᮢᮙᮗᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮑ ᮝᮑᮞᮺ ᯗ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮧᮑᮞᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮙᮤᮼ

ᯜᮟᮺ ᮧᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮝᮩ ᮠᮜᮑᮩᮕᮢ ᮓᮘᮑᮢᮑᮓᮤᮕᮢ ᮗᮟᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮞᮕ ᯗ᮵ᮔ ᮠᮟᮥᮢᮕᮔ ᮘᮥᮞᮔᮢᮕᮔᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮟᮥᮢᮣ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮕᮡᮥᮙᮠᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮟᮠᮻᮤᮙᮕᮢ ᮓᮩᮒᮕᮢᮞᮕᮤᮙᮓᮣᯍ ᯗ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮞᮟ ᮙᮔᮕᮑ ᮧᮘᮩ ᯗ᮵ᮦᮕ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮖᮢᮑᮗᮙᮜᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᮼ ᯗᮖ ᯗ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮘᮙᮝᮺ ᯗ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮞᮕᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮧᮟᮢᮢᮩ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮑᮞᮩ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮗᮟᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮑᮠᮠᮕᮞ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮘᮑᮠᮠᮕᮞᮕᮔᮼ ᯗ ᮞᮕᮕᮔᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮖᮙᮞᮔ ᮑ ᮣᮟᮜᮥᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮢᮑᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮧᮟᮢᮢᮩᮼ

ᯗ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮠᮟᮤᮤᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮗᮑᮢᮒᮑᮗᮕ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮑᮙᮞᮕᮢ ᮞᮕᮑᮢᮒᮩᮼ

ᯏᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮑᮝᮕ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮺ ᮑᮞ ᮙᮔᮕᮑ ᮠᮟᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮝᮩ ᮘᮕᮑᮔᮼ

᮰ᮼᮼᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᯗ ᮖᮕᮜᮜ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤᮼ

ᯗᮣ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮣᮤ ᮟᮠᮤᮙᮟᮞᯍ

ᯒᮟ ᯗ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮟ ᮙᮤᯍ

ᯗ ᮣᮤᮢᮥᮗᮗᮜᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮢᮞᮑᮜ ᮓᮟᮞᮖᮜᮙᮓᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮩᮕᮣᮺ ᮣᮑᮖᮕᮤᮩ ᮓᮟᮝᮕᮣ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤᮼ

᮰ᯖᮥᮖᮖᮻᮯ᮰

ᯗ ᮘᮕᮜᮔ ᮝᮩ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮤᮘ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮔᮟᮦᮕ ᮙᮞᮼ

ᯏᮝᮟᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮕᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮗᮑᮢᮒᮑᮗᮕ ᮒᮑᮗᮣᮼ

ᯋᯋᯋᯋᯋᯋᯋᯋᯋᯋᯋᯋᯋᯋᯋᯋᯋᯋᯋᯋᯋᯋᯋᯋᯋ

ᮅᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮝᮩ ᮔᮕᮕᮠᮜᮩ ᮠᮥᮜᮜᮕᮔᮻᮔᮟᮧᮞ ᮘᮟᮟᮔᮺ ᯗ ᮣᮑᮧ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮘᮑᮔᮟᮧ ᮟᮖ ᮑ ᮠᮑᮣᮣᮕᮢᮒᮩ ᮑᮠᮠᮢᮟᮑᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮠᮠᮟᮣᮙᮤᮕ ᮣᮙᮔᮕᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮤᮕᮞᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮣᮤᮑᮞᮓᮕ ᮗᮢᮑᮔᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮓᮜᮟᮣᮕᮔ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤᮑᮢᮩᮼ

᮰ᯖᮥᮘᯍ ᮅᮗᮘᮻ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤ ᮓᮟᮦᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮞᮟᮣᮕᮺ ᮖᮢᮟᮧᮞᮕᮔᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮠᮑᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮒᮩᮺ ᮛᮕᮕᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮧᮙᮔᮕ ᮔᮙᮣᮤᮑᮞᮓᮕᮼ

᮰ᮼᮼᮼᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮠᮢᮟᮒᮑᮒᮜᮩ ᮔᮥᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮝᮕᮜᮜ ᮕᮝᮑᮞᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮝᮩ ᮒᮟᮔᮩᮼ

ᯓᮑᮢᮜᮙᮕᮢᮺ ᯗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮢᮥᮝᮝᮑᮗᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮢᮑᮣᮘ ᮒᮙᮞ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮣᮧᮙᮝᮝᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮖᮙᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮤᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮒᮜᮑᮓᮛ ᮠᮜᮑᮣᮤᮙᮓ ᮢᮑᮙᮞᮓᮟᮑᮤᮼ

ᮇᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮘᮟᮟᮔ ᮠᮥᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮜᮟᮧ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮟᮦᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮗᮢᮙᮝᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮤᮑᮙᮞᮣᮺ ᯗ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮠᮕᮢᮖᮕᮓᮤ ᮘᮟᮝᮕᮜᮕᮣᮣ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞ ᮤᮟ ᮑᮞᮩᮟᮞᮕ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮣᮑᮧ ᮝᮕᮼ

ᮄᮘᮑᮞᮛᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮙᮤᮺ ᮑ ᮣᮙᮓᮛᮕᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮤᮕᮞᮓᮘ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᯗ ᮖᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮘᮑᮢᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕᮑᮢ ᮧᮑᮖᮤᮕᮔ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮝᮩ ᮕᮞᮤᮙᮢᮕ ᮒᮟᮔᮩᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮖᮑᮢ ᮒᮕᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮖᮑᮓᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮑᮢᮝᮼ

ᮃᮕᮕᯍ ᯚᮟᮟᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮦᮑᮗᮢᮑᮞᮤᮺ ᮞᮟ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮠᮑᮩᮣ ᮝᮕ ᮑᮞᮩ ᮑᮤᮤᮕᮞᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮑᮤ ᮑᮜᮜᮼ

᮵ᯐᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮩᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮙᮣ ᮑ ᯑᮩᮒᮕᮢᮓᮙᮤᮩᮼ᮵

ᯗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮢᮕᮓᮟᮗᮞᮙ᮪ᮕᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮢᮙᮕᮖ ᮗᮜᮙᮝᮠᮣᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮙᮤᮩᮣᮓᮑᮠᮕ ᯗ᮵ᮔ ᮗᮟᮤᮤᮕᮞ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮑᮜᮜᮕᮩᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮣᮤᮕᮠᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮟᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮢᮕᮕᮤᮣ ᮧᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮠᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ ᮑᮓᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮝᮟᮦᮕᮔ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮔᮙᮖᮖᮕᮢᮕᮞᮤ ᮔᮙᮝᮕᮞᮣᮙᮟᮞᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮖᮥᮤᮥᮢᮙᮣᮤᮙᮓ ᮔᮕᮣᮙᮗᮞᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮠᮑᮣᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮦᮕᮘᮙᮓᮜᮕᮣᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮑᮦᮑᮞᮤᮻᮗᮑᮢᮔᮕ ᮖᮑᮣᮘᮙᮟᮞ ᮟᮖ ᮠᮕᮔᮕᮣᮤᮢᮙᮑᮞᮣᮼ

ᯑᮟᮝᮝᮟᮞ ᮝᮕᮤᮑᮜ ᮓᮩᮒᮕᮢᮞᮕᮤᮙᮓ ᮜᮙᮝᮒᮣ ᮢᮕᮠᮜᮑᮓᮙᮞᮗ ᮢᮕᮑᮜ ᮑᮢᮝᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮜᮕᮗᮣᮺ ᮠᮜᮥᮣ ᮥᮞᮙᮡᮥᮕᮜᮩ ᮓᮥᮣᮤᮟᮝᮙ᮪ᮕᮔ ᮙᮝᮠᮜᮑᮞᮤᮣ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩᮧᮘᮕᮢᮕᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮥᮢᮒᮑᮞ ᮜᮑᮞᮔᮣᮓᮑᮠᮕᮺ ᮔᮕᮞᮣᮕᮜᮩ ᮠᮑᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮦᮕᮢᮤᮙᮓᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮤᮟᮧᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮖᮜᮑᮝᮒᮟᮩᮑᮞᮤ ᮒᮙᮜᮜᮒᮟᮑᮢᮔᮣᮺ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮢᮥᮜᮩ ᮑ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮔᮙᮖᮖᮕᮢᮕᮞᮤ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮝᮟᮔᮕᮢᮞ ᮓᮙᮤᮩᮣᮓᮑᮠᮕᮣᮼ

ᯗ ᮣᮠᮕᮞᮤ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᮟᮒᮣᮕᮢᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮩ ᮣᮥᮢᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮓᮟᮥᮞᮤᮢᮩ ᮒᮥᮝᮠᮛᮙᮞ ᮧᮘᮟ᮵ᮔ ᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮙᮤᮩᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮝᮩ ᮕᮞᮕᮢᮗᮩ ᮔᮢᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮑᮧᮑᮩᮼ

᮵ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮔᮟ ᯗ ᮔᮟ ᮞᮟᮧᯍ᮵

ᯗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮝᮑᮞᮑᮗᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮥᮠ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑᮞ ᮙᮔᮕᮑ ᮤᮟ ᮕᮣᮓᮑᮠᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮙᮝᮝᮕᮔᮙᮑᮤᮕ ᮣᮙᮤᮥᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮥᮤᮥᮢᮕ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᮥᮤᮤᮕᮢᮜᮩ ᮒᮜᮕᮑᮛᮼ

ᯐᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᯗ᮵ᮔ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮠᮜᮑᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮗᮑᮝᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮝᮩ ᮢᮟᮟᮝᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮣᮤ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮑᮞ ᮥᮞᮖᮑᮝᮙᮜᮙᮑᮢ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔᮼ

ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮔᮙᮔ ᯗ ᮔᮟ ᮧᮢᮟᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮒᮕ ᮠᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮘᮑᮢᮔᮣᮘᮙᮠᯍ

ᯛᮩ ᮝᮟᮟᮔ ᮗᮢᮑᮔᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮝᮕᮜᮑᮞᮓᮘᮟᮜᮙᮓᮼ

ᮇᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕᮣᮕ ᮦᮑᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤᮣᮺ ᮝᮩ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮢᮙᮔᮗᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮝᮩ ᮞᮟᮣᮕ ᮒᮕᮗᮑᮞ ᮤᮟ ᮧᮑᮢᮝ ᮥᮠᮼ

᮰ᮃᮞᮙᮖᮖᮻ᮰

ᯐᮥᮤ ᯗ ᮣᮟᮟᮞ ᮣᮘᮟᮟᮛ ᮝᮩ ᮘᮕᮑᮔᮺ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮧᮑᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮣᮤᮢᮑᮓᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤᮣᮼ

᮵ᯜᮟᮧ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮝᮩ ᮒᮟᮔᮩ ᮘᮑᮣ ᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕᮔ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᮺ ᮘᮑᮣ ᮝᮩ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞᮑᮜᮙᮤᮩ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮒᮕᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮕᮝᮟᮤᮙᮟᮞᮑᮜᯍ᮵

ᯕᮕᮤᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮔᮕᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮝᮙᮞᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮝᮩ ᮥᮣᮥᮑᮜ ᮣᮤᮩᮜᮕᮼ

ᮇᮘᮕᮞ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮜᮙᮖᮕ ᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮗᮟᮞᮕ ᮑᮣ ᮠᮜᮑᮞᮞᮕᮔᯍ ᯗ᮵ᮔ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮙᮤ ᮘᮕᮑᮔᮻᮟᮞᮼ

ᯜᮟ ᮝᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮑᮞᮩᮟᮞᮕ ᮣᮑᮙᮔᮺ ᯗ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮔᮕᮖᮙᮞᮙᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮖᮙᮞᮔ ᮑ ᮧᮑᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮢᮕᮤᮥᮢᮞ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮩ ᮟᮢᮙᮗᮙᮞᮑᮜ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔᮼ

᮵ᮉᮕᮣᮺ ᯗ ᮓᮑᮞ ᮔᮕᮖᮙᮞᮙᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮔᮟ ᮙᮤᮼ ᯗ ᮧᮙᮜᮜ ᮣᮥᮓᮓᮕᮕᮔᮼ᮵

ᮂᮕᮠᮕᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮩᮣᮕᮜᮖᮺ ᯗ ᮖᮟᮢᮓᮕᮔ ᮝᮩᮣᮕᮜᮖ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮥᮣᮤᮕᮢ ᮣᮤᮢᮕᮞᮗᮤᮘᮼ

ᮄᮟ ᮢᮕᮤᮥᮢᮞ ᮘᮟᮝᮕ ᮣᮑᮖᮕᮜᮩᮺ ᯗ ᮡᮥᮙᮓᮛᮕᮞᮕᮔ ᮝᮩ ᮣᮤᮕᮠᮣ ᮟᮞᮓᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮕᮼ

ᯗ ᮑᮢᮢᮙᮦᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮝᮩ ᮔᮕᮣᮤᮙᮞᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮧᮑᮜᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕᮢᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮼ

᮵ᯔᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮙᮤᮼ᮵

ᯔᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮣᮕᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮙᮗᮞ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮝᮕᮺ ᯗ ᮙᮞᮧᮑᮢᮔᮜᮩ ᮣᮙᮗᮘᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮢᮕᮜᮙᮕᮖᮼ

ᯏ ᮓᮟᮢᮞᮕᮢ ᮟᮖ ᮑ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮨ ᮑᮠᮑᮢᮤᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮒᮥᮙᮜᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᯗ ᮞᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮖᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮙᮖ ᯗ ᮘᮑᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮢᮕᮝᮕᮝᮒᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮑᮝᮕᮼ

ᯊ ᯙ ᯔᮙᮨᮕᮢ᮵ᮣ ᯝᮖᮖᮙᮓᮕ ᯌ

ᮃᮤᮑᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞ ᮖᮢᮟᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮞᮤᮢᮑᮞᮓᮕ ᮔᮟᮟᮢ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮙᮤᮣ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮞᮗᮕᮜᮩ ᮣᮘᮟᮔᮔᮩ ᯚᯓᯒ ᮣᮙᮗᮞᮺ ᯗ ᮡᮥᮙᮕᮤᮜᮩ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮟᮣᮕᮔ ᮝᮩᮣᮕᮜᮖ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮢᮑᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮟᮟᮢᮒᮕᮜᮜᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕᮞᮺ ᮑ ᮖᮑᮙᮞᮤ ᮢᮙᮞᮗᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮕᮓᮘᮟᮕᮔ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮔᮕᮕᮠ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮙᮞ ᮔᮟᮟᮢᮼ

ᮂᮙᮞᮗᮻᮑᮻᮜᮙᮞᮗᮻ ᮂᮙᮞᮗᮻᮑᮻᮜᮙᮞᮗᮻ

᮰ᮼᮼᮼᮼᮼᮼᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮧᮑᮙᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮢᮟᮞᮤ ᮔᮟᮟᮢ ᮖᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮟᮠᮕᮞᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮓᮜᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢᮼ

ᮃᮤᮕᮠᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮑᮢᮕᮖᮥᮜᮜᮩ ᮙᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕᮺ ᯗ ᮣᮑᮧ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮓᮕᮞᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮑ ᮣᮝᮑᮜᮜᮺ ᮣᮙᮞᮗᮜᮕ ᮢᮟᮟᮝᮼ

ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮝᮕᮢᮕᮜᮩ ᮣᮕᮤ ᮥᮠ ᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮢᮕᮓᮕᮠᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮢᮟᮟᮝᮺ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮤᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮘᮑᮙᮢᮣ ᮟᮞ ᮕᮙᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮙᮔᮕᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞ ᮣᮙᮤᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮠᮠᮟᮣᮙᮤᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮧᮟᮝᮑᮞ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮝᮙᮔᮻᮤᮟᮻᮜᮑᮤᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮢᮤᮙᮕᮣᮼ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮩᮟᮥᮤᮘᮖᮥᮜ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮢᮕᮣᮘ ᮑᮥᮢᮑ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮢᮙᮝᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮖᮑᮔᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮩᮕᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮠᮟᮣᮣᮕᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮑᮞ ᮑᮠᮠᮕᮑᮢᮑᮞᮓᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮓᮑᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮙᮖᮥᮜᮼ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮜᮑᮞᮗᮥᮙᮔ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩ ᮣᮓᮑᮞᮞᮕᮔ ᮝᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮣᮘᮑᮢᮠᮜᮩ ᮞᮑᮢᮢᮟᮧᮕᮔᮼ

᮰ᮅᮗᮘᮺ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮣ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮝᮕᮜᮜᯍ᮰

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮓᮢᮥᮝᮠᮜᮕᮔ ᮕᮨᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮦᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮞᮟᮣᮕᮺ ᮣᮘᮟᮧᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮜᮕᮝᮝᮑ ᮟᮖ ᮧᮘᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮛᮙᮓᮛ ᮝᮕ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮙᮝᮝᮕᮔᮙᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩᮼ

ᯐᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮺ ᮝᮩ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤ ᮗᮢᮕᮧ ᮑᮞᮨᮙᮟᮥᮣᮺ ᮖᮕᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᯗ᮵ᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮑᮧᮑᮩᮺ ᮣᮟ ᯗ ᮡᮥᮙᮓᮛᮜᮩ ᮣᮤᮢᮙᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮟᮖᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮢᮤᮩ ᮢᮑᮙᮞᮓᮟᮑᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮠᮟᮛᮕᮼ

᮰ᮇᮻᮧᮑᮙᮤ ᮑ ᮝᮙᮞᮥᮤᮕᮼ ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮑ ᮒᮕᮗᮗᮑᮢᮼ ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮑᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮢᮕᮡᮥᮕᮣᮤᮼ᮰

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Summoned Without Permission! The Substitute Princess Is in Trouble.

I happened to meet three women who love fantasy in another world. I was talking about going if I could. He was hit by a sudden earthquake, and before he knew it, he had been summoned the saints together. The two have dark hair and black eyes. Although I am half Japanese and half British (blonde, violet eyes), I have chestnut-colored hair and dark brown eyes due to circumstances. The results of the appraisal show that the two are saints. Is this a town girl? Is this situation expelling the royal castle? ! With the help of the people around me, I was able to avoid the expulsion of the royal castle, but I am the only one who looks like the princess of this country, so I’m a substitute? ! This princess, the current queen (who is planning to take over the country) has been poisoned. Rather than expelling the royal castle, she is strongly sought to educate her ladylike education in order to become a substitute princess. As a result of her efforts with the people around her, the princess is safely celebrated as a recovery from her poison, and (again) is loved by her subordinates. What, is it okay for me? But in truth, I want to escape from being a substitute. Also, the saint seems to enjoy a different world, a fantasy world. I also want to enjoy this world. My trustworthy was that I was in another world, and my memories gradually began to creep up. “The summoning of the saint was aimed at reversing the positions of the King’s younger brother, His Highness the Crown Prince.” At the ceremony, an incident occurred, and I was lying on my good fortune (or bad luck?). What, I’m not very funny and noticeable. As a result, the support of his subjects has also increased. “The upheaval of this country begins, and is he caught up in this territory and imprisoned in the territory directly under the king’s brother?” The prince (the princess’ fiance) in the north also begins to move. Huh, can I get you to marry me? Furthermore, an invasion has begun from surrounding countries. “Finally, my ally (the king’s younger brother, Crown Prince) contacted me to kill him.” Now, what’s ahead: ◎Can I get back to this predicament? ◎What will the relationship with this upheaval? (Can I marry the prince?) ◎ Or can I escape, find a safe haven, and survive freely? In this situation, it’s hard to imagine a happy ending!

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