Summoned Without Permission! The Substitute Princess Is in Trouble.

Chapter 158

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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ᮄᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮟᮞᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮖᮙᮜᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮖᮑᮙᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮑᮠ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮥᮢᮤᮑᮙᮞᮣᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮗᮕᮞᮤᮜᮕ ᮗᮜᮟᮧ ᮙᮜᮜᮥᮝᮙᮞᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮙᮜᮦᮕᮢᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮣᮜᮕᮕᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮟᮥᮞᮔᮜᮩ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮔᮼ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮑ ᮣᮟᮖᮤ ᮝᮥᮢᮝᮥᮢᮺ ᮖᮙᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮕᮑᮓᮕᮖᮥᮜ ᮣᮙᮜᮕᮞᮓᮕᮼ

ᮃᮟᮟᮞᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮝᮑᮜᮜ ᮝᮟᮥᮤᮘ ᮝᮑᮔᮕ ᮑ ᮓᮥᮤᮕ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮓᮘᮕᮧᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮟᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮑ ᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮣᮜᮕᮕᮠᮻᮤᮑᮜᮛ ᮕᮣᮓᮑᮠᮕᮔᮼ

᮰ᯛᮝᮝᮼᮼᮼ ᮘᮕᮕᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮑᮞ ᮑᮔᮟᮢᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮒᮑᮒᮒᮜᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮝᮕᮢᮕᮜᮩ ᮧᮑᮤᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮤ ᮒᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮑᮞ ᮙᮞᮦᮟᮜᮥᮞᮤᮑᮢᮩ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮟᮞᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮖᮑᮓᮕᮼ

ᮃᮟ ᮝᮥᮓᮘ ᮣᮟ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮑ ᮠᮑᮙᮢ ᮟᮖ ᮔᮙᮣᮤᮙᮞᮓᮤ ᮗᮟᮜᮔᮕᮞ ᮕᮩᮕᮣᮺ ᮦᮙᮣᮙᮒᮜᮕ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮑᮢᮛᮞᮕᮣᮣᮺ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮙᮞᮓᮤᮙᮦᮕᮜᮩ ᮔᮢᮕᮧ ᮓᮜᮟᮣᮕᮢ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮖᮜᮙᮞᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗᮼ

᮰ᮼᮼᮼᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᯏ ᮗᮑ᮪ᮕ ᮖᮙᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑᮞ ᮥᮞᮛᮞᮟᮧᮞ ᮕᮝᮟᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮝᮑᮞᮑᮗᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮑᮜᮤ ᮑᮤ ᮑ ᮔᮙᮣᮤᮑᮞᮓᮕ ᮓᮜᮟᮣᮕ ᮕᮞᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮤᮟ ᮖᮕᮕᮜ ᮕᮑᮓᮘ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ᮵ᮣ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮤᮘᮼ

ᯔᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮜᮑᮓᮛᮻᮘᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮩ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ᮵ᮣ ᮖᮑᮓᮕᮺ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮣᮤᮙᮢᮢᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᯓᮣᮤᮙ ᮖᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᮄᮘᮑᮤ ᮥᮤᮤᮕᮢᮜᮩ ᮙᮞᮞᮟᮓᮕᮞᮤ ᮣᮜᮕᮕᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮞᮟᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮑ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮔ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮞᮕᮕᮔᮕᮔ ᮠᮢᮟᮤᮕᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮢᮕᮓᮑᮜᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮙᮞᮗᮜᮩ ᮖᮢᮑᮗᮙᮜᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮓᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮙᮣᮘᮕᮔᮺ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮑᮜᮜᮕᮩᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮥᮤᮣᮛᮙᮢᮤᮣ ᮥᮞᮤᮙᮜ ᮞᮟᮧᮼᮼᮼ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮟᮖᮤᮕᮞ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮘᮑᮢᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕᮜᮙᮕᮦᮕᮼ

ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮥᮤᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮒᮥᮙᮜᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮥᮠ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮑᮢᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮢᮕᮞᮟᮧᮞᮕᮔ ᮝᮕᮗᮑᮓᮟᮢᮠᮟᮢᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮝᮕᮢᮕ ᮖᮕᮧ ᮝᮟᮞᮤᮘᮣᮺ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮞᮟᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮘᮕᮜᮠ ᮟᮖ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮣᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮧᮑᮤᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮑᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮢᮥᮜᮩ ᮣᮠᮕᮓᮙᮑᮜ ᮙᮞ ᮝᮑᮞᮩ ᮧᮑᮩᮣᮼ

ᮃᮟᮝᮕᮤᮙᮝᮕᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮣᮠᮜᮑᮩᮕᮔ ᮑᮣᮤᮟᮞᮙᮣᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮟᮥᮢᮑᮗᮕᮺ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮙᮝᮕᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮥᮞᮕᮨᮠᮕᮓᮤᮕᮔᮜᮩ ᮧᮘᮙᮝᮣᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᮒᮕᮩᮟᮞᮔ ᮙᮝᮑᮗᮙᮞᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼᮼᮼ

ᯏᮞᮔ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮙᮝᮕᮣᮺ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮦᮕᮑᮜᮕᮔ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮔᮕᮖᮕᮞᮣᮕᮜᮕᮣᮣ ᮑᮣᮠᮕᮓᮤᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖᮼ

᮰ᯖᮕᮘᮕᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮝᮥᮝᮒᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮖᮕᮧ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ᮵ᮣ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮢᮕᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮑ ᮤᮙᮞᮩᮺ ᮗᮕᮞᮤᮜᮕ ᮧᮘᮙᮣᮠᮕᮢᮼ

᮰ᮼᮼᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮙᮗᮘᮺ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮔᮙᮣᮠᮜᮕᮑᮣᮕᮔ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮣᮧᮑᮜᮜᮟᮧᮕᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮒᮑᮓᮛᮺ ᮖᮕᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮝᮑᮜᮜ ᮣᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮝᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮧᮑᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮼ

᮰ᮼᮼᮼᮼᯖᮝᮠᮘᮼ᮰

ᯗᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮡᮥᮙᮕᮤ ᮔᮑᮢᮛᮞᮕᮣᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮔᮑᮧᮞᮼ

ᯝᮞᮜᮩ ᮥᮞᮣᮠᮟᮛᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤᮣ ᮜᮟᮥᮔᮜᮩ ᮕᮓᮘᮟᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮝᮙᮞᮔᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮓᮕᮞᮤ ᮠᮢᮟᮠᮟᮣᮑᮜᮺ ᮧᮘᮙᮓᮘ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮢᮕᮝᮕᮝᮒᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮦᮙᮦᮙᮔᮜᮩᮺ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤᮼ

ᮋ᮰ᯗᮣ ᮙᮤ ᮠᮕᮢᮘᮑᮠᮣ ᮑᮜᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᮺ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮟᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤᮼᮼᮼ ᮙᮖ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮣᮜᮕᮕᮠ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮝᮕᯍ᮰ᮍ

ᯝᮖ ᮓᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮙᮝᮝᮕᮔᮙᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮙᮞᮤᮥᮙᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮝᮕᮑᮞᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮸ᮤᮘᮑᮤ᮸ ᮧᮑᮩᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮔ ᮙᮤᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮠᮜᮥᮝᮝᮕᮤᮕᮔᮼ

ᮄᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮝᮑᮗᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮥᮠ ᮑᮤ ᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮤᮢᮕᮝᮒᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮠᮕᮢᮘᮑᮠᮣ ᮑᮞᮨᮙᮟᮥᮣ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮘᮑᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮞᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤᮝᮑᮢᮕᮺ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮢᮥᮜᮩᮼᮼᮼ

᮰ᮼᮼᮼᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᯓᮣᮤᮙ ᮣᮥᮠᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮣᮙᮗᮘᮺ ᮥᮞᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮟᮥᮞᮤ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮝᮑᮞᮩ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮔᮟᮞᮕ ᮣᮟ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮢᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩᮼ

ᯒᮙᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮛᮞᮟᮧ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮤᮑᮤᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮝᮙᮞᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮕᮞᮔᮥᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮣᮙᮞᮗᮜᮕ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᯍ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮔᮺ ᮣᮜᮕᮕᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮠᮕᮑᮓᮕᮖᮥᮜᮜᮩ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮟᮞᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮺ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮞᮞᮟᮓᮕᮞᮤ ᮑᮣ ᮑᮞ ᮑᮞᮗᮕᮜ ᮖᮑᮜᮜᮕᮞ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮛᮩᮼ

ᮀᮕᮢᮘᮑᮠᮣ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮟᮔᮣ ᮓᮢᮕᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮓᮑᮢᮕᮖᮥᮜᮜᮩ ᮗᮑᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮥᮢᮕᮣᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮝᮟᮣᮤ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮙᮖᮥᮜ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔᮼ

ᯒᮙᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮛᮞᮟᮧ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮝᮥᮓᮘ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮩ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮠᮥᮢᮙᮤᮩᮺ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮣᮺ ᮤᮟᮢᮝᮕᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮢᯍ

ᯝᮖ ᮓᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕᮺ ᯓᮣᮤᮙ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮓᮥᮢᮢᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮑ ᮒᮟᮔᮩᮗᮥᮑᮢᮔᮼ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮝᮙᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮢᮟᮤᮕᮓᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮝᮑᮣᮤᮕᮢ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮔᮑᮞᮗᮕᮢ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮔᮥᮤᮩ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮓᮟᮞᮦᮙᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ

ᯖᮟᮧᮕᮦᮕᮢᮺ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮙᮝᮕᮣᮼᮼᮼ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ᮵ᮣ ᮘᮑᮒᮙᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮔᮕᮖᮕᮞᮣᮕᮜᮕᮣᮣ ᮓᮟᮞᮔᮥᮓᮤ ᮝᮑᮔᮕ ᮙᮤ ᮙᮞᮓᮢᮕᮑᮣᮙᮞᮗᮜᮩ ᮔᮙᮖᮖᮙᮓᮥᮜᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᯓᮣᮤᮙ ᮤᮟ ᮥᮠᮘᮟᮜᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮟᮧᮞ ᮔᮥᮤᮩᮼ

ᯜᮟ ᮝᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮙᮤᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮢᮕᮑᮤᮕᮣᮤ ᮔᮑᮞᮗᮕᮢ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖ ᮒᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤᮼ

᮰ᮼᮼᮼᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᮃᮤᮙᮜᮜᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮜᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮞᮟᮧᮼ

ᯑᮟᮝᮠᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮢᮑᮤᮙᮤᮥᮔᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮑᮦᮕᮔ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮔᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮚᮥᮞᮛᮩᮑᮢᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮥᮤᮣᮛᮙᮢᮤᮣᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮗᮙᮦᮕᮞ ᮑ ᮣᮕᮓᮟᮞᮔ ᮓᮘᮑᮞᮓᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮜᮙᮦᮕ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮘᮥᮝᮑᮞ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᯑᮟᮝᮠᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮑ ᮓᮑᮣᮥᮑᮜ ᮧᮟᮢᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮠᮢᮑᮙᮣᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮥᮞᮑᮧᮑᮢᮕ ᮟᮖᮺ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮥᮞᮙᮞᮤᮕᮞᮤᮙᮟᮞᮑᮜ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮕᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮢ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮤᮙᮓᮛᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮑᮢᮣᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮖᮥᮜᮜ ᮟᮖ ᮗᮟᮟᮔᮧᮙᮜᮜ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮗᮕᮞᮤᮜᮕ ᮝᮟᮦᮕᮝᮕᮞᮤᮣᮼᮼᮼ

ᮃᮥᮓᮘ ᮤᮢᮙᮦᮙᮑᮜ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮣᮼᮼᮼ

ᯓᮣᮤᮙ ᮣᮧᮑᮜᮜᮟᮧᮕᮔ ᮔᮢᮩᮜᮩ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮟᮥᮤ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮙ᮪ᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮤᮼ

ᮼᮼᮼᮃᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮧᮕᮑᮛ ᮕᮞᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮣᮧᮑᮩᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮔᮕᮣᮙᮢᮕᮣᮼ

᮰ᮼᮼᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᯜᮟᮺ ᮠᮕᮢᮘᮑᮠᮣ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮖᮕᮑᮢᮼ

ᯗᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮑᮣᮤᮺ ᮕᮝᮠᮜᮟᮩᮕᮕ ᮞᮥᮝᮒᮕᮢ ᮃᮄᮻᯅᯆᮾᮿᯇᯇ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮔᮙᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮚᮥᮞᮛᮩᮑᮢᮔᮺ ᮘᮑᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮟᮢᮗᮟᮤᮤᮕᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮟᮢᮙᮗᮙᮞᮑᮜ ᮞᮑᮝᮕᮺ ᮝᮕᮝᮟᮢᮙᮕᮣᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮒᮕᮜᮙᮕᮖᮣᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮕᮨᮙᮣᮤᮕᮞᮓᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮵ᯓᮣᮤᮙ᮵ ᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮕᮞᮤᮙᮢᮕᮜᮩ ᮒᮕᮣᮤᮟᮧᮕᮔ ᮥᮠᮟᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮣᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮣᮑᮙᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮜᮙᮖᮕ ᮙᮤᮣᮕᮜᮖᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮖ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮢᮕᮚᮕᮓᮤᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮑ ᮠᮢᮕᮓᮙᮟᮥᮣ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞᯍ

ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮑᮦᮕᮢᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮗᮑ᮪ᮕ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮒᮥᮢᮔᮕᮞᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮘᮕᮢᯍ

ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮖᮺ ᮒᮩ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮓᮘᮑᮞᮓᮕᮺ ᮓᮟᮜᮔ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮕᮝᮠᮤ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮢᮕᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮩ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮘᮕᮢᯍ

ᮄᮘᮕᮞᮺ ᮤᮢᮥᮜᮩᮼᮼᮼ

᮰ᮼᮼᮼᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮞᮟ ᮝᮕᮑᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮜᮕᮖᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮙᮖᮕᮼ

ᮀᮕᮢᮘᮑᮠᮣ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮧᮘᮩ ᮞᮟ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮔᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮕᮑᮣᮙᮜᮩ ᮓᮢᮟᮣᮣ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮦᮥᮜᮞᮕᮢᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮜᮙᮞᮕᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤᮼ

ᯓᮣᮤᮙ ᮣᮘᮟᮟᮛ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔᮺ ᮔᮙᮣᮠᮕᮜᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮔᮙᮣᮤᮢᮑᮓᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤᮣᮼ

ᮇᮘᮑᮤᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮣᮕᮺ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮑᮙᮔ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮝᮙᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮞᮟᮧ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮢᮟᮤᮕᮓᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮔᮼ

ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮙᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮥᮒᮚᮕᮓᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮦᮙᮗᮙᮜᮑᮞᮓᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮟᮧᮞ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗᮣᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮑᮒᮣᮟᮜᮥᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮥᮠᮘᮟᮜᮔ ᮙᮤᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮜᮙᮕᮦᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮦᮑᮜᮥᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮔᮕᮦᮟᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮥᮖᮖᮙᮓᮙᮕᮞᮤ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮒᮩ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮕᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮠᮢᮕᮓᮙᮟᮥᮣ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞᮺ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮙᮖ ᮙᮤ ᮝᮕᮑᮞᮤ ᮣᮑᮓᮢᮙᮖᮙᮓᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮙᮖᮕᮼ

ᯖᮟᮧᮕᮦᮕᮢᮼᮼᮼ ᮑ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞ ᮑᮞᮨᮙᮕᮤᮩ ᮣᮥᮢᮖᮑᮓᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮓᮟᮢᮞᮕᮢ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮝᮙᮞᮔᮼ

ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮖᮼ

ᮃᮟᮝᮕᮔᮑᮩᮼ

ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮠᮢᮕᮓᮙᮟᮥᮣ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗᮼᮼᮼ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮜᮕᮑᮦᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮠᮜᮑᮓᮕ ᮥᮤᮤᮕᮢᮜᮩ ᮒᮕᮩᮟᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮢᮕᮑᮓᮘᯍ

᮰ᮼᮼᮼᮼᮼᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮝᮕᮢᮕ ᮙᮝᮑᮗᮙᮞᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮟᮖ ᮙᮤ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮣᮥᮖᮖᮟᮓᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᯓᮣᮤᮙ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᮺ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮦᮥᮜᮞᮕᮢᮑᮒᮜᮩ ᮑᮣᮜᮕᮕᮠᮼ

ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮞ ᮑᮒᮣᮥᮢᮔ ᮙᮝᮑᮗᮙᮞᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮒᮥᮤᮼ

ᯗᮖ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮔ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮢᮥᮜᮩ ᮑᮞ ᮑᮞᮗᮕᮜ ᮖᮑᮜᮜᮕᮞ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮛᮩᮺ ᮧᮘᮩ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮔᮕᮣᮓᮕᮞᮔᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮓᮙᮤᮩᯍ

ᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮑᮣ ᯓᮣᮤᮙ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑ ᮝᮙᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮢᮟᮤᮕᮓᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᮺ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮢᮟᮜᮕ ᮑᮣᮣᮙᮗᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮟᮔᮣᯍ

ᯗᮖ ᮣᮟᮺ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮔᮑᮩᮼᮼᮼ ᮢᮕᮤᮥᮢᮞ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮟᮢᮙᮗᮙᮞᮑᮜ ᮘᮕᮑᮦᮕᮞ ᮟᮞᮓᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮝᮙᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮤᮕᯍ

ᮃᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩᮺ ᮑ ᮣᮤᮟᮢᮩ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮔ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮧᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮙᮞᮔᮼ

ᮄᮘᮑᮤ ᮑᮞ ᮑᮞᮗᮕᮜ ᮖᮑᮜᮜᮕᮞ ᮤᮟ ᮕᮑᮢᮤᮘᮺ ᮥᮠᮟᮞ ᮜᮕᮑᮢᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮥᮝᮑᮞ ᮔᮕᮣᮙᮢᮕᮣᮺ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮖᮑᮜᮜ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮗᮢᮑᮓᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮖᮟᮢᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮥᮞᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮢᮕᮤᮥᮢᮞ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮘᮕᮑᮦᮕᮞᮣᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮘᮩ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮒᮜᮑᮣᮠᮘᮕᮝᮟᮥᮣ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤᮣ ᮧᮘᮙᮜᮕ ᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮣᮧᮟᮢᮞ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮢᮟᮤᮕᮓᮤ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮙᮖᮕᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮙᮖᮺ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮔᮑᮩᮺ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮑ ᮔᮑᮩ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮟᮝᮕᮼᮼᮼ

ᯗᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮜᮕᮑᮦᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮗᮟ ᮟᮖᮖ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮧᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮖᮑᮢ ᮑᮧᮑᮩ ᮑᮜᮟᮞᮕᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮠᮟᮣᮣᮙᮒᮜᮩ ᮛᮞᮟᮧ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮑᮓᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮞᮼ

᮰ᮼᮼᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᯏᮞᮔ ᮣᮟᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮔᮕᮕᮠᮕᮞᮕᮔ ᮡᮥᮙᮕᮤᮜᮩᮼ

ᮇᮙᮤᮘ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞ ᮜᮟᮣᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮣᮜᮕᮕᮠᮜᮕᮣᮣ ᮑᮞᮗᮥᮙᮣᮘᮼ

ᯋᯋᯋᯋᯋᯋᯋᯋᯋ

᮰ᮅᮗᮘᮻ᮰

ᯏᮣ ᮑᮜᮧᮑᮩᮣᮺ ᮧᮘᮙᮜᮕ ᮑᮤᮤᮕᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮩ ᯑᮘᮥᮢᮓᮘ ᮔᮥᮤᮙᮕᮣᮺ ᯗ ᮣᮤᮢᮕᮤᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮝᮩ ᮑᮢᮝᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮩᮑᮧᮞᮕᮔᮺ ᮕᮑᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮩ ᮣᮤᮙᮖᮖ ᮞᮕᮓᮛᮼ

ᮀᮕᮢᮘᮑᮠᮣ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᯗ᮵ᮔ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮠᮜᮑᮗᮥᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤᮝᮑᮢᮕᮣᮺ ᯗ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮑ ᮒᮙᮤ ᮣᮜᮕᮕᮠᮻᮔᮕᮠᮢᮙᮦᮕᮔᮼ

ᯝᮖ ᮓᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕᮺ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮧᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮥᮠ ᮝᮙᮔᮧᮑᮩᮺ ᯓᮣᮤᮙ᮵ᮣ ᮠᮢᮕᮣᮕᮞᮓᮕ ᮑᮤ ᮝᮩ ᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮢᮕᮑᮣᮣᮥᮢᮕᮔ ᮝᮕᮺ ᮑᮜᮜᮟᮧᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮜᮕᮕᮠ ᮣᮟᮥᮞᮔᮜᮩ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢᮧᮑᮢᮔᮣᮼᮼᮼ

ᮃᮤᮙᮜᮜᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᮝᮩ ᮖᮑᮤᮙᮗᮥᮕ ᮘᮑᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮦᮑᮞᮙᮣᮘᮕᮔᮼ

ᯗ ᮣᮙᮗᮘᮕᮔᮺ ᮢᮥᮒᮒᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮩ ᮣᮤᮙᮞᮗᮙᮞᮗ ᮕᮩᮕᮣᮼ

᮰ᯖᮝᮝᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᯚᮑᮣᮤ ᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤᮝᮑᮢᮕ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᮠᮢᮕᮠᮟᮣᮤᮕᮢᮟᮥᮣ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮥᮠᮟᮞ ᮢᮕᮖᮜᮕᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ

ᯏ ᮣᮓᮕᮞᮑᮢᮙᮟ ᮧᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᯓᮣᮤᮙ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯗ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮕᮦᮑᮓᮥᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮜᮟᮞᮕᮺ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮟᮥᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮠᮙᮣᮓᮟᮠᮑᮜ ᮓᮟᮥᮞᮓᮙᮜ ᮟᮢ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮣᮓᮟᮢᮤᮣᮺ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮛᮙᮔᮞᮑᮠᮠᮕᮔ – ᮞᮟ ᮝᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮥᮢᮗᮕᮞᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮙᮤᮥᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮧᮑᮣᮼ

ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮔᮥᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮝᮕᮢᮗᮕᮞᮓᮩ ᮣᮙᮤᮥᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮥᮤᮥᮢᮕ ᮧᮑᮢ ᯗ ᮣᮑᮧ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮠᮢᮕᮝᮟᮞᮙᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣᮺ ᮧᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮞᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮖᮜᮕᮔ ᮣᮟ ᮣᮜᮟᮠᮠᮙᮜᮩᮼ

ᯛᮟᮢᮕᮟᮦᮕᮢᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮑᮓᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮕ ᮘᮑᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮞᮟᮤᮙᮓᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮢᮕᮓᮥᮢᮣᮟᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮑᮞ ᮑᮤᮤᮑᮓᮛ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮞᮗᮕᮼ

᮵ᯝᮖ ᮓᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯑᮘᮥᮢᮓᮘ ᮞᮟᮧ ᮝᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮒᮕ ᮟᮥᮤᮝᮑᮤᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢ ᮣᮤᮢᮥᮗᮗᮜᮕ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮄᮟᮠ ᮿᮾ ᯛᮕᮗᮑᮓᮟᮢᮠᮣᮼᮼᮼ᮵

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮞᮟ ᮝᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮘᮟᮧ ᯗ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮙᮤᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮙᮝᮠᮟᮣᮣᮙᮒᮜᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮥᮣ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮛᮞᮟᮧᮼ

ᯝᮝᮕᮗᮑ ᯒᮕᮤᮢᮟᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮓᮙᮤᮩ ᮧᮘᮕᮢᮕᮺ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮔᮙᮖᮖᮙᮓᮥᮜᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮝᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮛᮕᮕᮠ ᮣᮕᮓᮢᮕᮤᮣᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮔᮙᮖᮖᮙᮓᮥᮜᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮙᮔᮕ ᮙᮞᮖᮟᮢᮝᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮝᮕᮼ

ᯗᮞ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮑᮞ ᮕᮞᮦᮙᮢᮟᮞᮝᮕᮞᮤᮺ ᮙᮖ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮑ ᮝᮟᮦᮕᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮓᮑᮜᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮑ ᮜᮑᮢᮗᮕᮻᮣᮓᮑᮜᮕ ᮟᮠᮕᮢᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮑᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮓᮟᮜᮜᮑᮠᮣᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮞᮤᮙᮢᮕ ᯑᮘᮥᮢᮓᮘ ᮟᮖ ᮂᮑᮔᮙᮑᮞᮓᮕᮺ ᮧᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮛᮞᮟᮧᮞ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮝᮥᮓᮘ ᮕᮑᮢᮜᮙᮕᮢᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᯗᮞᮡᮥᮙᮣᮙᮤᮟᮢᮣᮺ ᮄᮕᮣᮣᮕᮜᮜᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᯚᮥᮝᮙᮞᮑᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮥᮤᮟᮞᮟᮝᮟᮥᮣ ᮟᮢᮗᮑᮞᮙ᮪ᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮔᮙᮣᮤᮢᮙᮓᮤ ᯝᯒᮀᯒ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮕ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮢᮟᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮜᮕᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣ — ᮖᮟᮢ ᮞᮟᮞᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮢᮕᮓᮟᮗᮞᮙ᮪ᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮥᮢᮠᮢᮙᮣᮕ ᮑᮤᮤᮑᮓᮛᮺ ᮜᮕᮑᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮞᮟ ᮢᮟᮟᮝ ᮤᮟ ᮢᮕᮣᮠᮟᮞᮔᮼᮼᮼ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮙᮝᮠᮜᮩ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮝᮑᮛᮕ ᮣᮕᮞᮣᮕᮼ

ᮅᮜᮤᮙᮝᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮢᮕᮑᮣᮟᮞᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮟᮞᮓᮜᮥᮔᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮥᮞᮓᮟᮞᮣᮓᮙᮟᮥᮣ ᮑᮞᮨᮙᮕᮤᮩ ᮕᮨᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮔᮢᮕᮑᮝᮼ

᮵ᯐᮥᮤᮼᮼᮼ᮵

ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮢᮕᮑᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮢᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮑᮜ ᮓᮟᮞᮓᮜᮥᮣᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮑ ᮞᮑᮗᮗᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮔᮙᮣᮑᮠᮠᮕᮑᮢᮼ

ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮢᮩ ᮜᮕᮖᮤ ᮒᮩ ᮜᮑᮣᮤ ᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤᮝᮑᮢᮕᮼ

᮵ᮄᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮑᮣᮟᮞ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮟᮓᮓᮥᮢᮢᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮥᮤᮥᮢᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮨᮓᮕᮣᮣᮙᮦᮕ ᮕᮨᮠᮑᮞᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯑᮘᮥᮢᮓᮘ᮵ᮣ ᮙᮞᮖᮜᮥᮕᮞᮓᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮣᮕᮔ ᮑᮜᮑᮢᮝ ᮑᮝᮟᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢ ᮕᮜᮙᮤᮕᮼ᮵

ᮃᮟᮺ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮣᮕᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮢᮕᮝᮟᮞᮙᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᯗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩ ᮣᮘᮙᮖᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮢᮕᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮟᮖ ᮖᮑᮙᮤᮘ ᮑᮓᮓᮥᮝᮥᮜᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ

ᮇᮕ ᮒᮕᮗᮑᮞ ᮝᮙᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞᮑᮢᮩ ᮧᮟᮢᮛ ᮙᮞ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮙᮤᮙᮕᮣ ᮒᮕᮩᮟᮞᮔ ᯝᮝᮕᮗᮑ ᯒᮕᮤᮢᮟᮙᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮕᮨᮠᮑᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮥᮢ ᮣᮤᮑᮤᮥᮢᮕ ᮒᮩ ᮙᮞᮓᮢᮕᮑᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮑᮠᮙᮤᮑᮜ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮙᮞᮦᮕᮣᮤᮝᮕᮞᮤᮣᮼ

ᮇᮕ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮑᮓᮤᮙᮦᮕᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮣᮤᮢᮑᮙᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮠᮘᮑ᮪ᮑᮢᮔ ᮕᮨᮠᮑᮞᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮟᮖ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢᮺ ᮑᮣ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮣᮟᮜᮙᮔᮙᮖᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮥᮢ ᮠᮢᮑᮓᮤᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᮗᮑᮙᮞᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮟᮥᮞᮔᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮢᮑᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮙᮤᮣ ᮟᮥᮤᮧᮑᮢᮔ ᮑᮠᮠᮕᮑᮢᮑᮞᮓᮕᮼ

ᯖᮟᮧᮕᮦᮕᮢᮼᮼᮼ ᮠᮕᮢᮘᮑᮠᮣ ᯗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮑ ᮒᮙᮤ ᮧᮢᮟᮞᮗᮼ

ᯗᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮥᮤᮥᮢᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮢ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮒᮢᮟᮛᮕᮞ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯑᮘᮥᮢᮓᮘ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮗᮢᮟᮧᮞ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮕᮨᮓᮕᮣᮣᮙᮦᮕᮜᮩᮺ ᮤᮘᮢᮕᮑᮤᮕᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢᮼ ᯐᮥᮤ ᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮙ᮪ᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮝᮩ ᮝᮕᮢᮕ ᮕᮨᮙᮣᮤᮕᮞᮓᮕ ᮝᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮙᮗᮞᮙᮤᮕ ᮑ ᮧᮑᮢ ᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮘᮟᮛᮕ ᮝᮕᮼ

ᮄᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮧᮘᮩ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤᮣ ᮛᮕᮠᮤ ᮢᮙᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮥᮞᮓᮟᮞᮤᮢᮟᮜᮜᮑᮒᮜᮩ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤᮝᮑᮢᮕᮼ

ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮖᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮟᮞᮗᮕᮢ ᯗ ᮢᮕᮝᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔᮼᮼᮼ

ᯛᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᯗ ᮒᮕ ᮕᮞᮔᮑᮞᮗᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮢᮕᮓᮙᮟᮥᮣ ᮠᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ ᯗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮝᮕᮤ ᮘᮕᮢᮕᯍ

ᮀᮕᮢᮘᮑᮠᮣ ᮢᮕᮤᮥᮢᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮩ ᮟᮢᮙᮗᮙᮞᮑᮜ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔ ᮑᮣ ᮡᮥᮙᮓᮛᮜᮩ ᮑᮣ ᮠᮟᮣᮣᮙᮒᮜᮕᮼᮼᮼ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮓᮘᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩᮟᮞᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮣᮑᮛᮕᮼ

᮰ᮼᮼᮼᮼᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮔᮕᮣᮙᮢᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮢᮕᮤᮥᮢᮞ ᮘᮟᮝᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮢᮕᮓᮜᮑᮙᮝ ᮝᮩ ᮟᮢᮙᮗᮙᮞᮑᮜ ᮜᮙᮖᮕᮼ

ᯏᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮕᮣᮙᮢᮕ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮜᮟᮣᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮟᮞᮔᮣ ᯗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮖᮟᮢᮝᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢᮕᮼ

ᯑᮟᮞᮖᮜᮙᮓᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮕᮝᮟᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣ ᮓᮜᮑᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮕᮢᮢᮑᮤᮙᮓᮑᮜᮜᮩᮺ ᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮔᮟᮧᮞ ᮟᮞ ᮝᮩ ᮓᮘᮕᮣᮤ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮣᮥᮖᮖᮟᮓᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮕᮙᮗᮘᮤᮼ

᮵ᯗᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮘᮑᮢᮔᮼ᮵

ᯗᮞ ᮑᮞᮩ ᮓᮑᮣᮕᮺ ᮝᮩ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮜᮑᮨ ᮝᮙᮞᮔᮺ ᮧᮘᮙᮓᮘ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮒᮕᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮑᮓᮕᮞᮤ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮓᮕᮞᮤ ᮙᮞᮦᮕᮣᮤᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮣᮥᮓᮓᮕᮣᮣᮕᮣᮺ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮤᮙᮗᮘᮤᮕᮞᮕᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮜᮑᮣᮤ ᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤᮝᮑᮢᮕᮼ

ᯗᮤ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᮞᮟ ᮝᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮤᮘᮟᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮝᮩ ᮠᮢᮕᮠᮑᮢᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮢᮟᮤᮕᮓᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮢᮕᮓᮙᮟᮥᮣ ᮠᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮙᮞ ᮝᮩ ᮖᮟᮜᮔᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮞᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮒᮕ ᮕᮞᮟᮥᮗᮘᮼ

ᯗ ᮧᮑᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮕᮦᮙᮣᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮝᮕᮑᮞᮣᮼ

ᯐᮕᮩᮟᮞᮔ ᮣᮙᮝᮠᮜᮩ ᮑᮓᮓᮥᮝᮥᮜᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮥᮞᮔᮣ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮙᮞᮦᮕᮣᮤᮝᮕᮞᮤᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮝᮩ ᮕᮖᮖᮟᮢᮤᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮑᮓᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮢᮕᮓᮢᮥᮙᮤ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮕᮤᮕᮞᮤ ᮘᮑᮓᮛᮕᮢᮣ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᯝᮦᮕᮢᮖᮜᮟᮧᮼ

᮵ᯛᮙᮢᮑᮓᮜᮕᮣ᮵ ᮤᮘᮕᮝᮣᮕᮜᮦᮕᮣ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮘᮕᮜᮔ ᮝᮥᮓᮘ ᮠᮟᮤᮕᮞᮤᮙᮑᮜ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮥᮤᮙᮜᮙ᮪ᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ

ᯛᮙᮢᮑᮓᮜᮕᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮟᮥᮢᮓᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮑᮞᮗᮕᮢᮣ ᯗ ᮖᮑᮓᮕᮔᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮝᮩ ᮝᮟᮣᮤ ᮠᮟᮤᮕᮞᮤ ᮧᮕᮑᮠᮟᮞᮼ

ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮑᮜᮜᮺ ᮕᮣᮤᮑᮒᮜᮙᮣᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯑᮘᮥᮢᮓᮘ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮟᮝᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮖᮑᮢ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮑᮞᮛᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢᮼ ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮞ ᮑᮥᮤᮘᮟᮢᮙᮤᮩ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮔᮕᮦᮕᮜᮟᮠᮕᮔ ᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮒᮕᮜᮙᮕᮦᮕᮢᮣ ᮗᮑᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕᮔᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮠᮕᮢᮘᮑᮠᮣ ᮞᮟᮧ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮢᮟᮠᮕᮢᮜᮩ ᮕᮨᮠᮜᮟᮢᮕ ᮙᮤᮣ ᮠᮟᮣᮣᮙᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮙᮕᮣ ᮟᮞᮓᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮕᮼ

᮵ᯐᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮣᮣᮕᮞᮓᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮩ ᮙᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮑᮢᮞᮕᮣᮤ ᮔᮕᮣᮙᮢᮕ ᮙᮤᮣᮕᮜᮖᮼ᮵

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮠᮟᮣᮣᮙᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮙᮕᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮢᮥᮜᮩ ᮜᮙᮝᮙᮤᮜᮕᮣᮣᮼ

ᮄᮘᮑᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮧᮘᮩ ᯗ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮤᮑᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮕᮝᮠᮜᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮤᮟ ᮥᮤᮙᮜᮙ᮪ᮕ ᮙᮤᮼ

᮵ᯔᮟᮢ ᮕᮨᮑᮝᮠᮜᮕᮼᮼᮼ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮖ ᯗ ᮑᮣᮛᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯑᮘᮥᮢᮓᮘ᮵ᮣ ᮕᮞᮕᮝᮙᮕᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮛᮙᮜᮜᮕᮔᯍ᮵

ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮢᮕᮝᮟᮤᮕ ᮠᮟᮣᮣᮙᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮩᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮙᮖ ᯗ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮢᮑᮩ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮔᮙᮦᮙᮞᮕ ᮠᮥᮞᮙᮣᮘᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮒᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮔᮟᮧᮞ ᮥᮠᮟᮞ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮕᮑᮔᮕᮢᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮄᮟᮠ ᮿᮾ ᯛᮕᮗᮑᮓᮟᮢᮠᮣ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮞᮟᮧᮼ

ᮇᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮝᮩ ᮓᮥᮢᮢᮕᮞᮤ ᮝᮙᮢᮑᮓᮜᮕ ᮤᮢᮥᮜᮩ ᮗᮢᮑᮞᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮑ ᮠᮢᮑᮩᮕᮢᯍ

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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