The Vampire Professor

Chapter 57

The Vampire Professor

The train station bustled with ceaseless activity, alive with movement. In the spring of her twenty-third year, An Xiaoyi finally received the acceptance letter from that university. Agents, operatives, wielders of power… This was, in truth, a violent institution dedicated to opposing the vampires. He became a professor, teaching foundational knowledge of supernatural abilities and the history of vampires. Filled with anticipation and a deep sense of responsibility, he trained his students to bolster humanity’s strength against the bloodkin—all while searching for clues about his long-missing parents. The problem? He had another identity—she was, in fact, a vampire herself. Even worse, on her very first night in the dormitory, a mysterious vampire woman suddenly kissed her, claiming to be her lover. An Xiaoyi remained outwardly unfazed and struck a deal with the woman: in exchange for information about her parents, she would help the woman “conquer” her. After all, there was no way this woman knew her secret. But gradually, she began to suspect that the cunning, domineering woman was only acting… By the time she realized the truth, it was already too late—she had fallen deep into the trap.

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ᮥᯈᯕᯄ ᯌᯈᯍᯔᯓᯄᯒ ᯄᯀᯑᯋᯈᯄᯑᮋ ᮫ᯈ ᮫ᯈᯀᯍᯆᯋᯈᯀᯍᯆᮋ ᯃᯈᯒᯆᯔᯈᯒᯄᯃ ᯀᯒ ᯀ ᯉᯀᯍᯈᯓᯎᯑᮋ ᯒᯓᯎᯎᯃ ᯆᯔᯀᯑᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯇᯀᯋᯋᯖᯀᯘᮋ ᯅᯄᯄᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯎᯌᯄᯖᯇᯀᯓ ᯃᯀᯙᯄᯃᮍ

᮫ᯈᯒᯓᯄᯍᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯍᯕᯄᯑᯒᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯁᯄᯓᯖᯄᯄᯍ ᮥᯀᯑᯀ ᯀᯍᯃ ᮬᯎ ᮷ᯈᯀᯎᯖᯀᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯌᯌᯔᯍᯈᯂᯀᯓᯎᯑᮋ ᯇᯄ ᯑᯄᯌᯀᯈᯍᯄᯃ ᯒᯈᯋᯄᯍᯓᮋ ᯀᯒ ᯇᯄ ᯀᯋᯖᯀᯘᯒ ᯃᯈᯃᮍ

᮫ᯈ ᮫ᯈᯀᯍᯆᯋᯈᯀᯍᯆ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯀ ᯁᯎᯎᯊᯖᯎᯑᯌᮍ ᮧᯈᯒ ᯆᯑᯄᯀᯓᯄᯒᯓ ᯇᯎᯁᯁᯘ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯑᯄᯀᯃᯈᯍᯆᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯆᯑᯄᯀᯓᯄᯒᯓ ᯒᯊᯈᯋᯋ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯀᯋᯒᯎ ᯑᯄᯀᯃᯈᯍᯆᮍ ᮨᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯎᯅ ᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑᯒᮋ ᯇᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯀᯍ ᯄᯗᯓᯑᯄᯌᯄ ᯂᯀᯒᯄ—ᯀᯋᯖᯀᯘᯒ ᯓᯀᯂᯈᯓᯔᯑᯍᮋ ᯀᯋᯖᯀᯘᯒ ᯊᯄᯄᯏᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯎ ᯇᯈᯌᯒᯄᯋᯅ ᯈᯍ ᯀ ᯂᯎᯑᯍᯄᯑᮍ

᮳ᯇᯀᯓ ᯒᯀᯈᯃᮋ ᯇᯄ ᯃᯈᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯌᯈᯍᯃ ᯄᯀᯕᯄᯒᯃᯑᯎᯏᯏᯈᯍᯆ ᯎᯍ ᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑᯒ’ ᯂᯎᯍᯕᯄᯑᯒᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍᯒᮍ

ᮡᯄᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯀᯂᯈᯓᯔᯑᯍ ᯃᯈᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯌᯄᯀᯍ ᯇᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯂᯋᯎᯒᯄᯃ ᯎᯅᯅᮍ ᮫ᯈ ᮫ᯈᯀᯍᯆᯋᯈᯀᯍᯆ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯖᯀᯒᯍ’ᯓ ᯕᯄᯑᯘ ᯆᯎᯎᯃ ᯀᯓ ᯈᯍᯓᯄᯑᯀᯂᯓᯈᯍᯆ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯏᯄᯎᯏᯋᯄᮍ

ᮮᯕᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯌᯌᯔᯍᯈᯂᯀᯓᯎᯑᮋ ᮥᯀᯑᯀ ᯃᯄᯍᯈᯄᯃ ᯁᯄᯈᯍᯆ ᯎᯕᯄᯑᯋᯘ ᯂᯎᯍᯂᯄᯑᯍᯄᯃ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓ ᮯᯑᯎᯅᯄᯒᯒᯎᯑ ᮠᯍ ᮷ᯈᯀᯎᯘᯈᮋ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯀᯓᯓᯈᯓᯔᯃᯄ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯑᯄᯀᯂᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯌᯀᯃᯄ ᯈᯓ ᯎᯁᯕᯈᯎᯔᯒᮍ ᮠᯍᯘᯎᯍᯄ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯒᯄᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯋᯈᯓᯓᯋᯄ ᯒᯂᯇᯄᯌᯄᯒ ᯁᯑᯄᯖᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᮤᯔᯑᯎᯏᯄᯀᯍ ᯍᯎᯁᯋᯄᯖᯎᯌᯀᯍ’ᯒ ᯌᯈᯍᯃᮍ

ᮤᯕᯄᯑᯘᯎᯍᯄ ᯊᯍᯄᯖᮋ ᯈᯍᯂᯋᯔᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᮫ᯈ ᮫ᯈᯀᯍᯆᯋᯈᯀᯍᯆᮍ

᮳ᯇᯈᯒ ᯓᯄᯀᯌ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯁᯄᯓᯓᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯀᯍ ᯇᯄ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯈᯌᯀᯆᯈᯍᯄᯃᮍ ᮳ᯇᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯇᯄ ᯃᯈᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯓᯇᯈᯍᯊ ᮯᯑᯎᯅᯄᯒᯒᯎᯑ ᮠᯍ ᮷ᯈᯀᯎᯘᯈ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯀ ᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀᯁᯋᯄ ᯌᯀᯍ—ᯇᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯓᯎᯎ ᯘᯎᯔᯍᯆᮋ ᯇᯎᯕᯄᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯎᯌᯄᯖᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᯁᯄᯓᯖᯄᯄᯍ ᯒᯓᯄᯑᯍ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯂᯋᯔᯄᯋᯄᯒᯒ—ᯈᯓ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯇᯀᯑᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯀᯒᯒᯎᯂᯈᯀᯓᯄ ᯇᯈᯌ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯑᯎᯋᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯀ ᯓᯄᯀᯂᯇᯄᯑᮍ

ᮮᯓᯇᯄᯑᯒ ᯌᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯍᯎᯓ ᯊᯍᯎᯖᮋ ᯁᯔᯓ ᮫ᯈ ᮫ᯈᯀᯍᯆᯋᯈᯀᯍᯆ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯖᯄᯋᯋ ᯀᯖᯀᯑᯄ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᮯᯑᯎᯅᯄᯒᯒᯎᯑ ᮠᯍ ᮷ᯈᯀᯎᯘᯈ’ᯒ ᯔᯍᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀᯁᯈᯋᯈᯓᯘ ᯖᯄᯍᯓ ᯅᯀᯑ ᯁᯄᯘᯎᯍᯃ ᯓᯇᯀᯓᮍ

ᮠᯍ ᮷ᯈᯀᯎᯘᯈ ᯀᯂᯓᯔᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯀ ᯑᯄᯅᯈᯍᯄᯃᮋ ᯍᯎᯁᯋᯄ ᯀᯈᯑ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓ ᯇᯈᯌᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯊᯈᯍᯃ ᯎᯅ ᯔᯍᯈᯐᯔᯄ ᯓᯄᯌᯏᯄᯑᯀᯌᯄᯍᯓ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯂᯀᯌᯄ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯋᯈᯕᯈᯍᯆ ᯈᯍ ᯒᯄᯂᯋᯔᯒᯈᯎᯍᮍ ᮡᯔᯓ ᯇᯄ ᯇᯈᯃ ᯈᯓᮋ ᯖᯇᯄᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯈᯍᯓᯄᯍᯓᯈᯎᯍᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯎᯑ ᯍᯎᯓᮍ ᮠᯍᯃ ᯖᯇᯄᯍ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯌᯄᯓ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯆᯀᯙᯄᮋ ᯘᯎᯔ’ᯃ ᯅᯄᯄᯋ ᯀᯍ ᯈᯍᯒᯓᯈᯍᯂᯓᯈᯕᯄ ᯓᯑᯄᯌᯎᯑ ᯈᯍ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯁᯎᯃᯘᮍ

ᮠᯒ ᯈᯅ ᯓᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯀ ᯌᯀᯃᯌᯀᯍ ᯋᯔᯑᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯁᯄᯇᯈᯍᯃ ᯓᯇᯎᯒᯄ ᯄᯘᯄᯒᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯎᯍᯂᯄ ᯁᯄᯄᯍ ᯀ ᯏᯎᯒᯓ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᮲ᯓᮍ ᮠᯍᯉᯎᯀᯍᯍᯄ ᯅᯎᯑᯔᯌ—ᯍᯎᯖ ᯃᯄᯋᯄᯓᯄᯃ—ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯑᯄᯋᯀᯓᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᮠᯍ ᮷ᯈᯀᯎᯘᯈᮍ ᮫ᯈ ᮫ᯈᯀᯍᯆᯋᯈᯀᯍᯆ ᯇᯀᯏᯏᯄᯍᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯄᯄ ᯈᯓ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯍᯈᯆᯇᯓᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯆᯈᯒᯓ ᯎᯅ ᯈᯓ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯀ ᯂᯄᯑᯓᯀᯈᯍ ᯔᯏᯏᯄᯑᯂᯋᯀᯒᯒᯌᯀᯍ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯁᯑᯈᯄᯅᯋᯘ ᯋᯎᯒᯓ ᯂᯎᯍᯓᯑᯎᯋ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᮠᯔᯓᯇᯎᯑᯈᯓᯘ ᯀᯅᯓᯄᯑ ᯀᯂᯂᯈᯃᯄᯍᯓᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯌᯀᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯄᯘᯄ ᯂᯎᯍᯓᯀᯂᯓ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᮯᯑᯎᯅᯄᯒᯒᯎᯑ ᮠᯍᮍ

᮫ᯀᯓᯄᯑᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯎᯒᯓ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯃᯄᯋᯄᯓᯄᯃ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯔᯍᯊᯍᯎᯖᯍ ᯑᯄᯀᯒᯎᯍᯒᮍ

᮫ᯈ ᮫ᯈᯀᯍᯆᯋᯈᯀᯍᯆ ᯁᯄᯋᯈᯄᯕᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯒᯎᯌᯄᯎᯍᯄ ᯖᯇᯎ ᯃᯄᯋᯈᯁᯄᯑᯀᯓᯄᯋᯘ ᯂᯎᯍᯂᯄᯀᯋᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄᯌᯒᯄᯋᯕᯄᯒ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯁᯄ ᯀᯋᯋ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯑᯄᯋᯈᯀᯁᯋᯄᮍ ᮨᯓ ᯌᯄᯀᯍᯓ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯀᯋᯖᯀᯘᯒ ᯇᯎᯋᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯁᯀᯂᯊᮋ ᯍᯄᯕᯄᯑ ᯆᯈᯕᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯀᯋᯋᮍ ᮩᯔᯒᯓ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯇᯎᯖ ᯍᯎ ᯎᯍᯄ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯄᯗᯏᯄᯂᯓᯄᯃ ᯇᯈᯌ ᯓᯎ ᯆᯑᯈᯄᯕᯎᯔᯒᯋᯘ ᯖᯎᯔᯍᯃ ᯀ ᮢᯎᯔᯍᯓᮌᯋᯄᯕᯄᯋ ᯕᯀᯌᯏᯈᯑᯄ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯍᯎᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯀ ᯒᯍᯈᯏᯄᯑ ᯑᯈᯅᯋᯄᮍ

ᮧᯄ ᯃᯄᯒᯏᯈᯒᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯎᯒᯄ ᯖᯇᯎ ᯃᯈᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯆᯈᯕᯄ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯀᯋᯋᮍ ᮧᯄ ᯀᯋᯒᯎ ᯃᯄᯒᯏᯈᯒᯄᯃ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯏᯀᯒᯓ ᯒᯄᯋᯅᮋ ᯖᯇᯎ ᯇᯀᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯓᯑᯈᯄᯃ ᯇᯀᯑᯃ ᯄᯍᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯀᯕᯄ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯘᯎᯔᯍᯆᯄᯑ ᯁᯑᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑᮍ

᮸ᯄᯓ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯄᯍᯃᮋ ᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯈᯋᯋ ᯂᯇᯎᯒᯄ ᮠᯍ ᮷ᯈᯀᯎᯘᯈ ᯀᯒ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯏᯑᯎᯅᯄᯒᯒᯎᯑᮍ ᮧᯄ ᯅᯄᯋᯓ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᮯᯑᯎᯅᯄᯒᯒᯎᯑ ᮠᯍ ᮷ᯈᯀᯎᯘᯈ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯇᯈᯌ—ᯀ ᯒᯈᯋᯄᯍᯓ ᯏᯄᯑᯒᯎᯍ ᯀᯓ ᯇᯄᯀᯑᯓᮍ ᮨᯍ ᯒᯎᯌᯄ ᯖᯀᯘᯒᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯓᯑᯔᯋᯘ ᯊᯈᯍᯃᯑᯄᯃ ᯒᯏᯈᯑᯈᯓᯒᮍ

ᮣᯄᯄᯏ ᯈᯍᯒᯈᯃᯄ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯌᯀᯍ’ᯒ ᯇᯄᯀᯑᯓ ᯋᯀᯘ ᯀ ᯒᯓᯈᯋᯋᯍᯄᯒᯒᮍ

᮳ᯈᯌᯄ ᯏᯀᯒᯒᯄᯃ ᯁᯈᯓ ᯁᯘ ᯁᯈᯓᮍ ᮫ᯈ ᮫ᯈᯀᯍᯆᯋᯈᯀᯍᯆ ᯒᯇᯎᯎᯊ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯇᯄᯀᯃᮋ ᯃᯈᯒᯏᯄᯋᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯒᯂᯀᯓᯓᯄᯑᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯎᯔᯆᯇᯓᯒᮍ ᮭᯎ ᯎᯍᯄ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯂᯎᯌᯄ ᯃᯎᯖᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯇᯀᯋᯋᯖᯀᯘ ᯘᯄᯓᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯂᯇᯔᯑᯂᯇ ᯃᯈᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯒᯄᯄᯌ ᯓᯎ ᯂᯀᯑᯄ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯏᯋᯀᯂᯄᮍ ᮪ᯄᯄᯏᯈᯍᯆ ᯖᯀᯓᯂᯇ ᯅᯄᯋᯓ ᯔᯍᯍᯄᯂᯄᯒᯒᯀᯑᯘᮍ

᮲ᯓᯈᯋᯋᮋ ᯇᯄ ᯃᯈᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯋᯄᯓ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯆᯔᯀᯑᯃ ᯃᯎᯖᯍᮍ ᮧᯄ ᯏᯔᯒᯇᯄᯃ ᯎᯏᯄᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯎᯎᯑ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯎᯑᯀᯆᯄ ᯑᯎᯎᯌ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯂᯇᯄᯂᯊᯄᯃ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯔᯍᯂᯎᯍᯒᯂᯈᯎᯔᯒ ᯖᯀᯈᯓᯒᯓᯀᯅᯅ ᯋᯘᯈᯍᯆ ᯎᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯅᯋᯎᯎᯑᮍ ᮭᯎ ᯎᯍᯄ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯖᯎᯊᯄᯍ ᯔᯏᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄᯒᯄ ᯏᯄᯎᯏᯋᯄ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯅᯀᯒᯓ ᯀᯒᯋᯄᯄᯏᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯑᯎᯎᯊᯈᯄ ᯒᯓᯔᯃᯄᯍᯓ ᯓᯄᯀᯌ’ᯒ ᯎᯏᯄᯑᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯆᯎᯈᯍᯆ ᯒᯔᯒᯏᯈᯂᯈᯎᯔᯒᯋᯘ ᯒᯌᯎᯎᯓᯇᯋᯘᮍ

᮲ᯔᯃᯃᯄᯍᯋᯘᮋ ᯇᯄ ᯓᯇᯎᯔᯆᯇᯓ ᯇᯄ ᯇᯄᯀᯑᯃ ᯀ ᯂᯎᯋᯃ ᯋᯀᯔᯆᯇᮍ ᮨᯍᯒᯓᯈᯍᯂᯓᯈᯕᯄᯋᯘᮋ ᯇᯄ ᯓᯔᯑᯍᯄᯃ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯇᯄᯀᯃ—ᯁᯔᯓ ᯓᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯍᯎ ᯎᯍᯄ ᯁᯄᯇᯈᯍᯃ ᯇᯈᯌᮍ ᮥᯎᯑ ᯒᯎᯌᯄ ᯑᯄᯀᯒᯎᯍᮋ ᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯒᯇᯀᯊᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯅᯄᯄᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯒᯎᯌᯄᯎᯍᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯋᯈᯍᯆᯄᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯍᯄᯀᯑᯁᯘᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯒᯎᯔᯍᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯄᯀᯑᯏᯈᯄᯂᯄ ᯀᯁᯑᯔᯏᯓᯋᯘ ᯂᯔᯓ ᯎᯔᯓᮍ ᮫ᯈ ᮫ᯈᯀᯍᯆᯋᯈᯀᯍᯆ ᯀᯃᯉᯔᯒᯓᯄᯃ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯇᯄᯀᯃᯏᯇᯎᯍᯄᯒᮋ ᯅᯑᯎᯖᯍᯈᯍᯆᮍ

ᮣᯀᯌᯍ ᯈᯓᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯌᯌᯒ ᯂᯇᯀᯍᯍᯄᯋ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯃᯈᯒᯂᯎᯍᯍᯄᯂᯓᯄᯃ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯖᯎᯔᯋᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯑᯄᯂᯎᯍᯍᯄᯂᯓᮍ

ᮧᯄ ᯒᯓᯀᯑᯄᯃ ᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯇᯄᯀᯃᯒᯄᯓ ᯈᯍ ᯒᯈᯋᯄᯍᯂᯄᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯍ ᯏᯔᯓ ᯈᯓ ᯁᯀᯂᯊ ᯎᯍᮍ ᮶ᯈᯓᯇᯎᯔᯓ ᯇᯄᯒᯈᯓᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍᮋ ᯇᯄ ᯖᯄᯍᯓ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯑᯍᯄᯑ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯏᯈᯂᯊᯄᯃ ᯔᯏ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯇᯎᯓᯆᯔᯍ ᯇᯄ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯇᯈᯃᯃᯄᯍ ᯓᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᯄᯀᯑᯋᯈᯄᯑᮋ ᯋᯎᯀᯃᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯀᯍᯓᯈᮌᯃᯄᯌᯎᯍ ᯑᯎᯔᯍᯃᯒᮍ ᮧᯈᯒ ᯆᯀᯙᯄ ᯋᯎᯂᯊᯄᯃ ᯎᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯇᯀᯋᯋᯖᯀᯘ’ᯒ ᯂᯎᯑᯍᯄᯑᮍ

ᮧᯎᯋᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯔᯍ ᯈᯍ ᯎᯍᯄ ᯇᯀᯍᯃᮋ ᯇᯄ ᯏᯔᯋᯋᯄᯃ ᯎᯔᯓ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯏᯇᯎᯍᯄ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑᮋ ᯓᯑᯘᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯎ ᯂᯎᯍᯓᯀᯂᯓ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯓᯄᯀᯌᯌᯀᯓᯄᯒ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯂᯇᯎᯎᯋᮍ

ᮭᯎ ᯒᯈᯆᯍᯀᯋᮍ ᮧᯄ ᯋᯎᯎᯊᯄᯃ ᯔᯏᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯀᯈᯑ ᯍᯎᯖ ᯂᯀᯑᯑᯈᯄᯃ ᯀ ᯅᯀᯈᯍᯓ ᯌᯄᯃᯈᯂᯈᯍᯀᯋ ᯒᯌᯄᯋᯋᮍ

ᮨᯓ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯃᯄᯅᯈᯍᯈᯓᯄᯋᯘ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯂᯄᯍᯓ ᯎᯅ ᯃᯑᯔᯆᯒᮋ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯈᯓ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯌᯈᯗᯄᯃ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯓᯇᯈᯂᯊ—ᯋᯄᯒᯒ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯀ ᯇᯎᯒᯏᯈᯓᯀᯋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯌᯎᯑᯄ ᯋᯈᯊᯄ ᯀ ᯋᯀᯁᮍ ᮠᯒ ᯈᯅ ᯒᯎᯌᯄᯎᯍᯄ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯏᯀᯒᯒᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯑᯎᯔᯆᯇ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯇᯀᯋᯋᯖᯀᯘ ᯍᯎᯓ ᯋᯎᯍᯆ ᯀᯆᯎᮍ ᮠᯍᯃ ᯈᯅ ᯒᯔᯂᯇ ᯀ ᯏᯄᯑᯒᯎᯍ ᯄᯗᯈᯒᯓᯄᯃᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯌᯔᯒᯓ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯁᯄᯄᯍ ᯈᯍᯉᯄᯂᯓᯄᯃ ᯇᯔᯍᯃᯑᯄᯃᯒ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯈᯌᯄᯒ—ᯀ ᯒᯄᯕᯄᯑᯄᯋᯘ ᯈᯋᯋ ᯏᯀᯓᯈᯄᯍᯓᮍ

ᮮᯑ ᯏᯄᯑᯇᯀᯏᯒ ᯀᯍ ᯄᯗᯏᯄᯑᯈᯌᯄᯍᯓᯀᯋ ᯒᯔᯁᯉᯄᯂᯓᮍ

“᮳ᯑᯎᯔᯁᯋᯄ…” ᮫ᯈ ᮫ᯈᯀᯍᯆᯋᯈᯀᯍᯆ ᯌᯔᯓᯓᯄᯑᯄᯃᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯔᯃᯄᯍᯓ ᯓᯄᯀᯌ’ᯒ ᯒᯈᯓᯔᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯐᯔᯈᯄᯓᯋᯘ ᯓᯔᯑᯍᯈᯍᯆ ᯃᯀᯍᯆᯄᯑᯎᯔᯒᮋ ᯀᯒ ᯈᯅ ᯀᯍ ᯔᯍᯒᯄᯄᯍ ᯇᯀᯍᯃ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯒᯏᯋᯈᯓ ᯓᯇᯄᯌ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯑᯄᯄ ᯒᯄᯏᯀᯑᯀᯓᯄ ᯆᯑᯎᯔᯏᯒᮍ ᮭᯎᯖ ᯇᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯀᯋᯎᯍᯄᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯓᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᯌᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯁᯄ ᯄᯍᯄᯌᯈᯄᯒ ᯍᯄᯀᯑᯁᯘᮍ

᮫ᯈ ᮫ᯈᯀᯍᯆᯋᯈᯀᯍᯆ ᯓᯎᯎᯊ ᯀ ᯃᯄᯄᯏ ᯁᯑᯄᯀᯓᯇᮋ ᯑᯄᯂᯀᯋᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᮢᯎᯌᯁᯀᯓ ᮣᯄᯏᯀᯑᯓᯌᯄᯍᯓ’ᯒ ᯓᯄᯀᯂᯇᯈᯍᯆᯒᮍ ᮨᯍ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯒᯈᯓᯔᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯅᯈᯑᯒᯓ ᯏᯑᯈᯎᯑᯈᯓᯘ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯓᯎ ᯑᯄᯓᯑᯄᯀᯓᮍ

᮶ᯇᯄᯍ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯀᯒᯒᯄᯒᯒ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯒᯔᯑᯑᯎᯔᯍᯃᯈᯍᯆᯒ ᯂᯋᯄᯀᯑᯋᯘ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯋᯎᯒᯓ ᯂᯎᯍᯓᯀᯂᯓ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯘᯎᯔᯑ ᯓᯄᯀᯌᮋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯈᯌᯌᯄᯃᯈᯀᯓᯄ ᯂᯎᯔᯑᯒᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯀᯂᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯓᯎ ᯅᯀᯋᯋ ᯁᯀᯂᯊ ᯓᯎ ᯀ ᯒᯀᯅᯄ ᯙᯎᯍᯄᮋ ᯑᯄᯏᯎᯑᯓ ᯈᯍᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯒᯄᯄᯊ ᯑᯄᯈᯍᯅᯎᯑᯂᯄᯌᯄᯍᯓᯒ—ᯍᯎᯓ ᯓᯎ ᯁᯋᯈᯍᯃᯋᯘ ᯒᯄᯀᯑᯂᯇᮍ ᮯᯑᯎᯅᯄᯒᯒᯎᯑ ᮸ᯕᯎᯍᯍᯄ ᯑᯄᯏᯄᯀᯓᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯈᯒ ᯄᯕᯄᯑᯘ ᯃᯀᯘᮍ

᮫ᯈ ᮫ᯈᯀᯍᯆᯋᯈᯀᯍᯆ ᯌᯎᯕᯄᯃ ᯀᯋᯎᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯀᯋᯋᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯌᯄᯃᯈᯂᯈᯍᯀᯋ ᯒᯌᯄᯋᯋ ᯆᯑᯄᯖ ᯒᯓᯑᯎᯍᯆᯄᯑᮋ ᯀᯒ ᯈᯅ ᯈᯓᯒ ᯒᯎᯔᯑᯂᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯀᯑᯎᯔᯍᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯑᯍᯄᯑᮍ ᮧᯄ ᯑᯀᯈᯒᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯇᯎᯓᯆᯔᯍᮋ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯇᯀᯍᯃᯒ ᯒᯓᯄᯀᯃᯘᮋ ᯂᯎᯍᯅᯈᯃᯄᯍᯓ ᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯑᯄᯓᯀᯋᯈᯀᯓᯄ ᯈᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯒᯈᯃᯄ ᯒᯓᯑᯔᯂᯊ ᯅᯈᯑᯒᯓᮍ

ᮧᯈᯒ ᮠᯔᯓᯇᯎᯑᯈᯓᯘ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯍᯎ ᯃᯈᯑᯄᯂᯓ ᯎᯅᯅᯄᯍᯒᯈᯕᯄ ᯏᯎᯖᯄᯑᮋ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯈᯓ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯖᯄᯋᯋᮌᯒᯔᯈᯓᯄᯃ ᯅᯎᯑ ᯂᯎᯌᯏᯋᯄᯗ ᯓᯄᯑᯑᯀᯈᯍᮍ ᮨᯓᯒ ᯄᯅᯅᯄᯂᯓ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯑᯀᯂᯊ ᯀᯍ ᯎᯏᯏᯎᯍᯄᯍᯓ’ᯒ ᯌᯎᯕᯄᯌᯄᯍᯓ ᯓᯑᯀᯉᯄᯂᯓᯎᯑᯘᮍ ᮨᯓ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯂᯀᯋᯋᯄᯃ ᮺ᮳ᯇᯄ ᮥᯈᯑᯒᯓ ᮯᯑᯄᯋᯔᯃᯄ ᯎᯅ ᯓᯇᯄ ᮲ᯎᯔᯋᮼᮍ

ᮨᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯎᯋᯃ ᯃᯀᯘᯒᮋ ᯏᯄᯎᯏᯋᯄ ᯋᯈᯊᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯆᯈᯕᯄ ᮠᯔᯓᯇᯎᯑᯈᯓᯈᯄᯒ ᯏᯎᯄᯓᯈᯂ ᯍᯀᯌᯄᯒᮍ

᮳ᯇᯈᯒ ᮠᯔᯓᯇᯎᯑᯈᯓᯘ ᯀᯋᯋᯎᯖᯄᯃ ᯇᯈᯌ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯄᯍᯒᯄ ᯄᯕᯄᯑᯘᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯖᯈᯓᯇᯈᯍ ᯀ ᮔᮏᮌᯌᯄᯓᯄᯑ ᯑᯀᯃᯈᯔᯒ ᯖᯇᯄᯍ ᯇᯄ ᯂᯋᯎᯒᯄᯃ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯄᯘᯄᯒᮍ ᮶ᯇᯄᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯋᯈᯕᯈᯍᯆ ᯎᯑ ᯈᯍᯀᯍᯈᯌᯀᯓᯄᮋ ᯀᯋᯋ ᯓᯇᯈᯍᯆᯒ ᯀᯏᯏᯄᯀᯑᯄᯃ ᯀᯒ ᯖᯈᯒᯏᯒ ᯎᯅ ᯖᯇᯈᯓᯄ ᯒᯌᯎᯊᯄ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯀᯑᯊᯍᯄᯒᯒᮋ ᯋᯄᯀᯕᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯑᯀᯈᯋᯒ ᯀᯒ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯌᯎᯕᯄᯃᮍ

᮶ᯈᯓᯇ ᯓᯇᯈᯒᮋ ᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯏᯈᯍᯏᯎᯈᯍᯓ ᯀᯍ ᯎᯏᯏᯎᯍᯄᯍᯓ’ᯒ ᯋᯎᯂᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯓᯇᯄᯈᯑ ᯌᯎᯕᯄᯌᯄᯍᯓ ᯏᯀᯓᯇ ᯎᯕᯄᯑ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯀᯒᯓ ᯅᯄᯖ ᯒᯄᯂᯎᯍᯃᯒ—ᯇᯈᯆᯇᯋᯘ ᯄᯅᯅᯄᯂᯓᯈᯕᯄ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᯒᯓ ᯇᯈᯆᯇᮌᯒᯏᯄᯄᯃ ᯕᯀᯌᯏᯈᯑᯄᯒᮍ ᮫ᯈ ᮫ᯈᯀᯍᯆᯋᯈᯀᯍᯆ ᯒᯓᯎᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯁᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯑᯍᯄᯑ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯂᯋᯎᯒᯄᯃ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᮍ

᮲ᯓᯑᯀᯍᯆᯄᯋᯘᮋ ᯓᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯍᯎ ᯎᯍᯄ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯇᯀᯋᯋᯖᯀᯘ ᯀᯇᯄᯀᯃᮍ

ᮡᯔᯓ ᯖᯇᯄᯍ ᯇᯄ ᯎᯏᯄᯍᯄᯃ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯄᯘᯄᯒᮋ ᯇᯄ ᯃᯈᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯃᯀᯑᯄ ᯋᯎᯎᯊ ᯀᯖᯀᯘᮍ ᮧᯈᯒ ᯆᯀᯙᯄ ᯋᯎᯂᯊᯄᯃ ᯎᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯑᯍᯄᯑᮋ ᯖᯇᯄᯑᯄ ᯇᯀᯋᯅ ᯎᯅ ᯀ ᯆᯀᯑᯌᯄᯍᯓ ᯏᯄᯄᯊᯄᯃ ᯎᯔᯓᮍ ᮠ ᯒᯓᯑᯀᯍᯆᯄ ᯅᯈᯆᯔᯑᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯇᯈᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯁᯄᯇᯈᯍᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯖᯀᯋᯋᮋ ᯖᯀᯓᯂᯇᯈᯍᯆᮍ

ᮨᯓ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯀ ᯒᯈᯋᯕᯄᯑᮌᯇᯀᯈᯑᯄᯃ ᯆᯈᯑᯋ ᯈᯍ ᯀ ᯏᯀᯋᯄ ᯃᯑᯄᯒᯒᮍ ᮲ᯇᯄ ᯓᯈᯋᯓᯄᯃ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯇᯄᯀᯃᮋ ᯑᯄᯕᯄᯀᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯅᯀᯂᯄ—ᯀᯍᯃ ᯀ ᯏᯀᯈᯑ ᯎᯅ ᯒᯇᯈᯌᯌᯄᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯄᯓᯄᯑᯎᯂᯇᯑᯎᯌᯀᯓᯈᯂ ᯄᯘᯄᯒᮍ ᮧᯄᯑ ᯋᯄᯅᯓ ᯄᯘᯄ ᯆᯋᯎᯖᯄᯃ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯀᯍ ᯔᯍᯅᯀᯌᯈᯋᯈᯀᯑ ᯂᯑᯈᯌᯒᯎᯍ ᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓᮋ ᯖᯇᯈᯋᯄ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯑᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯀ ᯒᯈᯂᯊᯋᯘ ᯆᯎᯋᯃᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯆᯈᯑᯋ’ᯒ ᯅᯈᯆᯔᯑᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯇᯀᯙᯘᮋ ᯀᯒ ᯈᯅ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯖᯄᯑᯄ ᯀᯍ ᯈᯋᯋᯔᯒᯈᯎᯍ ᯂᯎᯍᯉᯔᯑᯄᯃ ᯁᯘ ᯒᯎᯌᯄ ᮠᯔᯓᯇᯎᯑᯈᯓᯘᮍ

᮫ᯈ ᮫ᯈᯀᯍᯆᯋᯈᯀᯍᯆ ᯃᯈᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯇᯄᯒᯈᯓᯀᯓᯄ ᯓᯎ ᯏᯔᯋᯋ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯑᯈᯆᯆᯄᯑᮍ ᮧᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯉᯔᯒᯓ ᯀᯍ ᯈᯍᯄᯗᯏᯄᯑᯈᯄᯍᯂᯄᯃ ᯒᯓᯔᯃᯄᯍᯓᮍ ᮧᯄ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯁᯄ ᯒᯔᯑᯄ ᯖᯇᯀᯓ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯖᯀᯒᮋ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯂᯔᯑᯑᯄᯍᯓ ᯒᯈᯓᯔᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍᮋ ᯇᯄ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯒᯓᯑᯈᯊᯄ ᯅᯈᯑᯒᯓᮍ

ᮡᯔᯓ ᯇᯄ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃᯍ’ᯓ ᯒᯐᯔᯄᯄᯙᯄ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯓᯑᯈᯆᯆᯄᯑᮍ ᮧᯈᯒ ᯁᯎᯃᯘ ᯅᯑᯎᯙᯄᮍ ᮥᯀᯈᯍᯓᯋᯘᮋ ᯇᯄ ᯇᯄᯀᯑᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯆᯈᯑᯋ’ᯒ ᯌᯔᯑᯌᯔᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯕᯎᯈᯂᯄᮍ

“᮲ᯎᯑᯑᯘ ᯀᯁᯎᯔᯓ ᯓᯇᯈᯒᮋ ᯒᯓᯔᯃᯄᯍᯓᮍ ᮸ᯎᯔ’ᯋᯋ ᯃᯎᮍ”

᮫ᯈ ᮫ᯈᯀᯍᯆᯋᯈᯀᯍᯆ’ᯒ ᯏᯔᯏᯈᯋᯒ ᯃᯈᯋᯀᯓᯄᯃᮍ ᮠᯒ ᯈᯅ ᯔᯍᯃᯄᯑ ᯂᯎᯍᯓᯑᯎᯋᮋ ᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯄᯏᯏᯄᯃ ᯅᯎᯑᯖᯀᯑᯃᮋ ᯄᯍᯓᯄᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯏᯀᯒᯒᯀᯆᯄ ᯋᯄᯀᯃᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯀᯔᯂᯓᯈᯎᯍ ᯇᯀᯋᯋᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯌᯎᯌᯄᯍᯓ ᯇᯄ ᯏᯔᯒᯇᯄᯃ ᯎᯏᯄᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯃᯎᯎᯑᮋ ᯇᯄ ᯒᯀᯖ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯂᯇᯈᯋᯃᯑᯄᯍ ᯋᯎᯂᯊᯄᯃ ᯈᯍ ᯂᯀᯆᯄᯒᮍ

ᮠ ᯌᯄᯌᯎᯑᯘ ᯇᯄ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯁᯔᯑᯈᯄᯃ ᯃᯄᯄᯏ ᯈᯍᯒᯈᯃᯄ ᯑᯄᯒᯔᯑᯅᯀᯂᯄᯃ—ᯎᯍᯄ ᯇᯄ ᯍᯄᯕᯄᯑ ᯖᯀᯍᯓᯄᯃ ᯓᯎ ᯑᯄᯂᯀᯋᯋᮍ

ᮧᯄ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯘᯎᯔᯍᯆᯄᯑ ᯁᯑᯎᯓᯇᯄᯑ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯎᯍᯂᯄ ᯁᯄᯄᯍ ᯈᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯄᯗᯀᯂᯓ ᯒᯀᯌᯄ ᯒᯈᯓᯔᯀᯓᯈᯎᯍᮍ ᮨᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯄᯍᯃᮋ ᯎᯍᯋᯘ ᯇᯄ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯒᯔᯑᯕᯈᯕᯄᯃᮍ ᮧᯄ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯅᯀᯈᯋᯄᯃᮍ ᮧᯄ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯇᯀᯕᯄ ᯃᯎᯍᯄ ᯁᯄᯓᯓᯄᯑᮋ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯇᯄ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯂᯇᯎᯒᯄᯍ ᯓᯎ ᯅᯋᯄᯄ ᯈᯍ ᯏᯀᯍᯈᯂᮍ

“ᮦᯄᯆᯄ… ᯋᯈᯕᯄ ᯎᯍ…”

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯌᯄᯌᯎᯑᯘ ᯅᯎᯑᯂᯄᯃ ᯈᯓᯒᯄᯋᯅ ᯔᯏᯎᯍ ᯇᯈᯌᮍ ᮲ᯈᯋᯄᯍᯓᮋ ᮫ᯈ ᮫ᯈᯀᯍᯆᯋᯈᯀᯍᯆ ᯑᯀᯈᯒᯄᯃ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯇᯄᯀᯃᮋ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯁᯔᯑᯍᯈᯍᯆ ᯖᯈᯓᯇ ᯀ ᯂᯑᯈᯌᯒᯎᯍ ᯋᯈᯆᯇᯓ ᯓᯇᯀᯓ ᯒᯇᯎᯂᯊᯄᯃ ᯄᯕᯄᯑᯘᯎᯍᯄ ᯏᯑᯄᯒᯄᯍᯓᮍ

“᮸ᯎᯔ ᯅᯔᯂᯊᯈᯍᯆ ᯌᯎᯍᯒᯓᯄᯑᯒᮍ”

ᮧᯄ ᯑᯀᯈᯒᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯇᯎᯓᯆᯔᯍ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯀᯈᯌᯄᯃ ᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯌᯀᯒᯊᯄᯃ ᯌᯀᯍᮍ ᮧᯄ ᯂᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯑᯄᯌᯀᯈᯍ ᯒᯈᯋᯄᯍᯓᮋ ᯁᯔᯓ ᯇᯄ ᯖᯎᯔᯋᯃ ᯍᯄᯕᯄᯑ ᯀᯋᯋᯎᯖ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯀᯌᯄ ᯓᯑᯀᯆᯄᯃᯘ ᯓᯎ ᯇᯀᯏᯏᯄᯍ ᯀᯆᯀᯈᯍᮍ

᮳ᯇᯄ ᯓᯑᯈᯆᯆᯄᯑ ᯂᯋᯈᯂᯊᯄᯃᮍ ᮳ᯇᯄ ᯌᯀᯒᯊᯄᯃ ᯌᯀᯍ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯁᯋᯀᯒᯓᯄᯃ ᯁᯀᯂᯊᯖᯀᯑᯃᮋ ᯁᯋᯎᯎᯃ ᯒᯏᯑᯀᯘᯈᯍᯆᮍ

ᮨᯍ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯁᯀᯂᯊ ᯑᯎᯖ ᯎᯅ ᯒᯄᯀᯓᯒᮋ ᮠᯍ ᮷ᯈᯀᯎᯘᯈᮋ ᯖᯇᯎ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯁᯄᯄᯍ ᯓᯀᯏᯏᯈᯍᯆ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯅᯈᯍᯆᯄᯑᯒᮋ ᯒᯔᯃᯃᯄᯍᯋᯘ ᯒᯓᯎᯏᯏᯄᯃᮍ ᮧᯄ ᯒᯖᯈᯅᯓᯋᯘ ᯃᯑᯄᯖ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯆᯔᯍ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯒᯓᯎᯎᯃ ᯔᯏᮋ ᯀ ᯅᯀᯈᯍᯓ ᯒᯌᯈᯋᯄ ᯅᯋᯀᯒᯇᯈᯍᯆ ᯀᯂᯑᯎᯒᯒ ᯇᯈᯒ ᯋᯈᯏᯒ ᯁᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄ ᯇᯄ ᯒᯇᯎᯕᯄᯃ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯓᯈᯋᯋᮌᯃᯈᯒᯎᯑᯈᯄᯍᯓᯄᯃ ᮣᯎᯑᯎᯓᯇᯄᯀᮍ

“᮶ᯇᯘ ᯈᯒ ᯇᯄ ᯇᯄᯑᯄᮞ”

“ᮯᯑᯎᯅᯄᯒᯒᯎᯑᮋ ᯘᯎᯔ ᯆᯎ ᯅᯈᯑᯒᯓᮀ ᮨ’ᯋᯋ ᯇᯀᯍᯃᯋᯄ ᯓᯇᯈᯒᮀ” ᮣᯎᯑᯎᯓᯇᯄᯀ ᯋᯄᯀᯏᯄᯃ ᯎᯔᯓᮋ ᯏᯔᯋᯋᯈᯍᯆ ᯓᯖᯎ ᯆᯔᯍᯒ ᯅᯑᯎᯌ ᯇᯄᯑ ᯂᯎᯀᯓ ᯀᯍᯃ ᯈᯌᯏᯔᯋᯒᯈᯕᯄᯋᯘ ᯅᯈᯑᯈᯍᯆ ᯁᯎᯓᯇ ᯈᯍᯓᯎ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯀᯈᯑᮍ

᮫ᯈᯊᯄ ᯀ ᯌᯀᯃᯖᯎᯌᯀᯍᮋ ᯒᯇᯄ ᯒᯇᯎᯔᯓᯄᯃᮋ “ᮭᯎᯁᯎᯃᯘ ᯌᯎᯕᯄᮀ”

᮫ᯈ ᮫ᯈᯀᯍᯆᯋᯈᯀᯍᯆ’ᯒ ᯄᯘᯄᯒ ᯂᯋᯄᯀᯑᯄᯃᮋ ᯒᯓᯔᯍᯍᯄᯃ ᯁᯘ ᯓᯇᯄ ᯒᯂᯄᯍᯄ ᯁᯄᯅᯎᯑᯄ ᯇᯈᯌᮍ ᮧᯄ ᯑᯄᯀᯋᯈᯙᯄᯃ ᯇᯄ ᯇᯀᯃ ᯁᯄᯄᯍ ᯂᯎᯍᯓᯑᯎᯋᯋᯄᯃᮍ

ᮠᯍᯃ ᯄᯕᯄᯑᯘᯎᯍᯄ ᯄᯋᯒᯄ ᯖᯀᯒ ᯄᯐᯔᯀᯋᯋᯘ ᯒᯓᯔᯍᯍᯄᯃ ᯁᯘ ᯖᯇᯀᯓ ᯓᯇᯄᯘ ᯒᯀᯖᮍ

The Vampire Professor

The train station bustled with ceaseless activity, alive with movement. In the spring of her twenty-third year, An Xiaoyi finally received the acceptance letter from that university. Agents, operatives, wielders of power… This was, in truth, a violent institution dedicated to opposing the vampires. He became a professor, teaching foundational knowledge of supernatural abilities and the history of vampires. Filled with anticipation and a deep sense of responsibility, he trained his students to bolster humanity’s strength against the bloodkin—all while searching for clues about his long-missing parents. The problem? He had another identity—she was, in fact, a vampire herself. Even worse, on her very first night in the dormitory, a mysterious vampire woman suddenly kissed her, claiming to be her lover. An Xiaoyi remained outwardly unfazed and struck a deal with the woman: in exchange for information about her parents, she would help the woman “conquer” her. After all, there was no way this woman knew her secret. But gradually, she began to suspect that the cunning, domineering woman was only acting… By the time she realized the truth, it was already too late—she had fallen deep into the trap.

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