Using Mockery to Hide My Shyness, I’m Chased and Loved by the Female Lead

Chapter 115

Using Mockery to Hide My Shyness, I’m Chased and Loved by the Female Lead

Modern apocalyptic era + Lovecraftian/Anomalies After transmigrating into an apocalyptic game as a minor villain, I’m weak, short, fragile, and constantly hungry—what should I do? Steal the proud and unattainable white moonlight lady that the overpowered female lead yearns for, win over her superior, tame the maid assigned to watch me, and even seize the foundation of the organization the female lead will later build. Finally, take the female lead in as my personal guard—let’s see how much trouble she can stir up then. Thinking everything is under her control, Donia sits high on her throne, only to be shocked… Damn it, she’s actually on her second playthrough! Guard: “She’s forcing our boss to the ground—she must be trying to take our boss back for… gasp!” Poor Donia gradually unlocks her own defeat CGs and precious memories! —————————— While still scheming with the cultists of pleasure, Donia keeps getting promoted within the Anomaly Management Bureau. Guiltily, she glances at the Director sitting behind the office desk. “Donia, it’s just the two of us now…” “I suspect I might be the mole sent by the Cult of Pleasure!” Struggling to keep a straight face, Donia puts on her most loyal and determined expression. “Yes, Director!”

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ᯝᮞᮕ ᮒᮩ ᮟᮞᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯝᮦᮕᮢᮣᮕᮕᮢᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮝᮕᮢᮓᮙᮜᮕᮣᮣᮜᮩ ᮔᮢᮑᮗᮗᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮃᮥᮓᮓᮥᮒᮥᮣ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮕᮔᮥᮓᮤᮙᮦᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮠᮕᮢᮙᮜᮟᮥᮣ ᮔᮢᮕᮑᮝ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮢᮟᮜᮜᮕᮔᮼ

“ᯗ ᮧᮟᮞ’ᮤ… ᮗᮙᮦᮕ ᮥᮠ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮕᮑᮣᮙᮜᮩᮼ”

ᯏᮞ ᯝᮦᮕᮢᮣᮕᮕᮢᮺ ᮒᮜᮟᮟᮔ ᮤᮢᮙᮓᮛᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮢᮞᮕᮢ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮝᮟᮥᮤᮘᮺ ᮜᮑᮩ ᮣᮠᮢᮑᮧᮜᮕᮔ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔᮺ ᮣᮤᮢᮥᮗᮗᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮔᮕᮣᮠᮕᮢᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮢᮑᮧᮜ ᮖᮟᮢᮧᮑᮢᮔᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮃᮥᮓᮓᮥᮒᮥᮣᮺ ᮑ ᮦᮙᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮟᮖ ᮑᮜᮜᮥᮢᮕ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮙᮞᮗᮜᮩ ᮓᮢᮑᮧᮜᮕᮔ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮒᮩᮣᮣᮺ ᮠᮟᮣᮣᮕᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮗᮢᮑᮓᮕᮖᮥᮜᮺ ᮜᮙᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮙᮗᮥᮢᮕᮼ ᯓᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮣᮧᮑᮩ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮟᮔᮩ ᮕᮨᮥᮔᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮓᮑᮠᮤᮙᮦᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮘᮑᮢᮝᮼ ᯖᮕᮢ ᮣᮛᮙᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮣ ᮧᮘᮙᮤᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮝᮟᮟᮤᮘ ᮑᮣ ᮝᮥᮤᮤᮟᮞᮻᮖᮑᮤ ᮚᮑᮔᮕᮺ ᮩᮕᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮢᮑᮔᮙᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮑᮞ ᮕᮕᮢᮙᮕᮺ ᮓᮢᮙᮝᮣᮟᮞ ᮗᮜᮟᮧᮺ ᮘᮙᮞᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮤ ᮒᮟᮥᮞᮔᮜᮕᮣᮣ ᮝᮑᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮘᮙᮔᮔᮕᮞ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮙᮞᮼ

“ᯓᮣᮤᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᯝᮦᮕᮢᮣᮕᮕᮢᮺ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮢᮕᮖᮥᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮙᮦᮕ ᮥᮠᯍ ᯗᮤ’ᮣ ᮥᮣᮕᮜᮕᮣᮣ ᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮛᮞᮟᮧ…”

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮃᮥᮓᮓᮥᮒᮥᮣᮺ ᮧᮕᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮙᮗᮘ ᮘᮕᮕᮜᮣᮺ ᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮣᮘᮑᮢᮠ ᮘᮕᮕᮜ ᮔᮟᮧᮞ ᮟᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯝᮦᮕᮢᮣᮕᮕᮢ’ᮣ ᮠᮑᮜᮝᮺ ᮕᮜᮙᮓᮙᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮓᮢᮩ ᮟᮖ ᮑᮗᮟᮞᮩᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮃᮥᮓᮓᮥᮒᮥᮣ ᮓᮢᮑᮔᮜᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮕᮝᮟᮞᮙᮓ ᮒᮟᮨ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮣᮺ ᮗᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮣᮤᮢᮟᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮤᮣ ᮣᮥᮢᮖᮑᮓᮕᮼ

ᮅᮞᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮝ ᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮟᮥᮤᮣᮙᮔᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮟᮨ ᮞᮟᮧ ᮕᮝᮙᮤᮤᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮜᮑᮩᮕᮢ ᮟᮖ ᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕᮑᮜ ᮒᮜᮥᮕ ᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮼ ᯗᮤ ᮜᮕᮤ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮑ ᮠᮜᮕᮑᮣᮑᮞᮤ ᮓᮘᮙᮝᮕᮺ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮔᮟᮜᮠᮘᮙᮞ ᮣᮧᮙᮝᮝᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮑᮞ ᮟᮓᮕᮑᮞ ᮟᮖ ᮣᮟᮥᮜᮣᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮃᮥᮓᮓᮥᮒᮥᮣ’ᮣ ᮣᮘᮑᮢᮠᮺ ᮕᮜᮟᮞᮗᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮝᮑᮗᮕᮞᮤᮑ ᮞᮑᮙᮜᮣ ᮤᮢᮑᮓᮕᮔ ᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩ ᮥᮠᮧᮑᮢᮔ ᮑᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮟᮨᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮑ ᮦᮙᮣᮙᮒᮜᮕ ᮣᮤᮢᮕᮑᮝ ᮟᮖ ᮣᮠᮙᮢᮙᮤᮥᮑᮜ ᮕᮞᮕᮢᮗᮩ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮔᮢᮑᮧᮞ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯝᮦᮕᮢᮣᮕᮕᮢ’ᮣ ᮒᮟᮔᮩᮼ

“ᯖᮕᮘ ᮘᮕᮘ…”

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮃᮥᮓᮓᮥᮒᮥᮣ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮘᮕᮜᮠ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮓᮘᮥᮓᮛᮜᮕ ᮣᮟᮖᮤᮜᮩᮼ

ᯖᮑᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮑᮒᮣᮟᮢᮒᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮠᮙᮢᮙᮤᮥᮑᮜ ᮕᮞᮕᮢᮗᮩ ᮟᮖ ᮔᮟ᮪ᮕᮞᮣ ᮟᮖ ᯝᮦᮕᮢᮣᮕᮕᮢᮣᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮜᮕᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮣᮥᮢᮠᮑᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮃᮕᮡᮥᮕᮞᮓᮕ ᯅᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮗᮕᮞᮥᮙᮞᮕᮜᮩ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮙᮝᮑᮗᮙᮞᮕ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮠᮟᮣᮣᮙᮒᮜᮩ ᮜᮟᮣᮕ ᮞᮟᮧᮼ

“ᮄᮘᮕ ᯓᮞᮓᮘᮑᮞᮤ ᯑᮘᮑᮣᮕᮢ ᮖᮑᮦᮟᮢᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᯕᮟᮔᮔᮕᮣᮣ ᮙᮣ ᮞᮟᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮑᮞ ᮑᮢᮢᮟᮗᮑᮞᮤ ᮖᮟᮟᮜᮼ”

“ᯗᮖ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮘᮑᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮒᮑᮢᮗᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮢᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮜᮑᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮘᮕᮢᮟ… ᮠᮕᮢᮘᮑᮠᮣ ᯗ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮑᮛᮕ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮜᮙᮖᮕᮼ”

“ᯏᮞᮔ ᯛᮙᮣᮣ ᯏᮔᮕᮜᮕᯍ ᯗ’ᮜᮜ ᮒᮕ ᮤᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮟᮟᮼ”

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮃᮥᮓᮓᮥᮒᮥᮣ ᮜᮙᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮒᮜᮟᮟᮔᮻᮣᮤᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔᮺ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮞᮑᮙᮜᮺ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮕᮔᮥᮓᮤᮙᮦᮕᮜᮩᮼ

ᮇᮙᮤᮘᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮔᮢᮕᮑᮝᮣᮓᮑᮠᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮙᮓᮛ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑᮞ ᮥᮞᮣᮕᮤᮤᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮥᮢᮑᮺ ᮑ ᮖᮕᮝᮑᮜᮕ ᯝᮦᮕᮢᮣᮕᮕᮢ ᮓᮜᮥᮤᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮠᮙᮠᮕ ᮣᮤᮟᮟᮔ ᮖᮙᮢᮝᮺ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮗᮢᮑᮣᮣ ᮧᮕᮑᮤᮘᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮖᮙᮕᮢᮓᮕ ᮣᮤᮟᮢᮝᮼ

“ᯝᮦᮕᮢᮣᮕᮕᮢ ᮄᮘᮕᮟᮼ”

“ᯗ ᮝᮥᮣᮤ ᮑᮔᮝᮙᮤ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮤᮕᮞᮑᮓᮙᮤᮩᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᯗ ᮧᮙᮜᮜ ᮝᮑᮛᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮧᮙᮤᮞᮕᮣᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮔᮕᮣᮠᮑᮙᮢ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤᮘᮑᮞᮔᮼ” ᮄᮘᮕ ᮃᮥᮓᮓᮥᮒᮥᮣ ᮓᮥᮢᮜᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮙᮠᮣᮺ ᮠᮟᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢ ᮤᮟᮧᮑᮢᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮦᮟᮙᮔᮼ ᮄᮧᮟ ᮤᮢᮑᮞᮣᮜᮥᮓᮕᮞᮤ ᮒᮑᮢᮢᮙᮕᮢᮣ ᮑᮠᮠᮕᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮒᮕᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮄᮘᮕᮟᮼ

ᯗᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯏᮔᮕᮜᮕᮺ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮠᮥᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮢᮕᮑᮝᮼ ᯐᮟᮤᮘ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮕᮞᮗᮑᮗᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮓᮟᮝᮒᮑᮤ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑᮞᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮃᮥᮓᮓᮥᮒᮥᮣᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮠᮙᮠᮕ ᮄᮘᮕᮟ ᮘᮕᮜᮔ ᮤᮢᮕᮝᮒᮜᮕᮔᮼ

ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᯝᮦᮕᮢᮣᮕᮕᮢ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ ᮘᮑᮣ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮔᮢᮑᮗᮗᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮢᮕᮑᮝ…ᯍ

ᯏᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮓᮢᮕᮑᮤᮥᮢᮕ… ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮞ ᮑᮓᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮠᮑᮢᮤᮙᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮔᮙᮖᮖᮕᮢᮕᮞᮤ ᮑᮢᮕᮑᮣ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮢᮕᮑᮝ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮟᮞ ᮝᮥᮜᮤᮙᮠᮜᮕ ᮖᮢᮟᮞᮤᮣ ᮥᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮥᮜᮤᮙᮠᮜᮕ ᮣᮠᮙᮢᮙᮤᮥᮑᮜ ᮕᮞᮤᮙᮤᮙᮕᮣᯍ ᮄᮘᮑᮤ’ᮣ ᮑ ᮜᮕᮦᮕᮜ ᮟᮖ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢ ᯗ’ᮦᮕ ᮞᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮔ ᮟᮖᮯ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮤᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ ᮣᮜᮟᮧᮜᮩ ᮜᮟᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮗᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮔᮚᮑᮓᮕᮞᮤ ᮒᮑᮢᮢᮙᮕᮢᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮜᮟᮧᮜᮩ ᮜᮟᮧᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔᮼ

ᯖᮑᮔ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮜᮑᮣᮤ ᮘᮟᮠᮕ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮕᮨᮤᮙᮞᮗᮥᮙᮣᮘᮕᮔᯍ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮤᮟᮒᮑᮓᮓᮟ ᮗᮜᮟᮧᮕᮔ ᮖᮑᮙᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮔ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮤ ᮒᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔᮼ ᮄᮘᮕᮟ ᮗᮢᮙᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮑᮞᮕ ᮤᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮑ ᮘᮙᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮝᮑᮔᮞᮕᮣᮣ ᮖᮜᮑᮣᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮣᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮤᮘᮢᮥᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮞᮕ ᮖᮟᮢᮧᮑᮢᮔᮯ ᯒᮑᮢᮛ ᮕᮞᮕᮢᮗᮩ ᮓᮟᮞᮓᮕᮞᮤᮢᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮙᮠᮺ ᮓᮑᮥᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮃᮥᮓᮓᮥᮒᮥᮣ’ᮣ ᮖᮙᮗᮥᮢᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮜᮥᮢ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮖᮜᮥᮤᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮧᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮠᮥᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮒᮑᮓᮛᮼ

ᮃᮙᮞᮓᮕ ᯝᮦᮕᮢᮣᮕᮕᮢ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯏᮔᮕᮜᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮠᮥᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮺ ᮄᮘᮕᮟ ᮔᮕᮓᮙᮔᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮕᮨᮠᮕᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮞᮕᮝᮩ’ᮣ ᮝᮑᮗᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢ ᮑᮣ ᮝᮥᮓᮘ ᮑᮣ ᮠᮟᮣᮣᮙᮒᮜᮕᮯ

“ᯖᮕᮘ ᮘᮕᮘᮺ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ’ᮣ ᮑ ᮔᮕᮓᮕᮞᮤ ᮠᮜᮑᮞ…”

“ᮄᮟᮟ ᮒᮑᮔᮼ”

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮃᮥᮓᮓᮥᮒᮥᮣ ᮖᮜᮙᮓᮛᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮕᮨᮙᮣᮤᮕᮞᮓᮕ ᮒᮕᮘᮙᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮗᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮝᮑᮞᮙᮠᮥᮜᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮕᮝᮟᮞᮙᮓ ᮒᮟᮨ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮢᮑᮧ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮣᮠᮙᮢᮙᮤᮥᮑᮜ ᮕᮞᮕᮢᮗᮩᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕᮟ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮤᮟᮧᮑᮢᮔ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮓᮙᮟᮥᮣᮞᮕᮣᮣ ᮣᮜᮟᮧᮜᮩ ᮖᮑᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮔᮑᮢᮛᮞᮕᮣᮣ…

ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑᮺ ᮘᮑᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮤᮞᮕᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᮺ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮑ ᮖᮜᮙᮓᮛᮕᮢ ᮟᮖ ᮗᮢᮕᮑᮤᮕᮢ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮜᮜᮙᮗᮕᮞᮓᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮃᮥᮓᮓᮥᮒᮥᮣ ᮖᮑᮓᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢᮼ

ᮃᮞᮑᮠ—

ᯏ ᮝᮕᮞᮤᮑᮜ ᮜᮑᮣᮘ ᮕᮨᮠᮜᮟᮔᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮙᮢ ᮧᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮒᮕᮕᮞᮼ ᯖᮕᮢ ᮞᮕᮧᮜᮩ ᮝᮑᮤᮕᮢᮙᮑᮜᮙ᮪ᮕᮔ ᮖᮙᮗᮥᮢᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮣᮕᮦᮕᮢᮑᮜ ᮝᮕᮤᮕᮢᮣ ᮒᮕᮘᮙᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮢᮙᮗᮙᮞᮑᮜ ᮣᮠᮟᮤᮼ

“ᯛᮩ ᮑᮔᮟᮢᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᯑᮘᮑᮣᮕᮢᮺ ᮧᮕᮢᮕᮞ’ᮤ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮡᮥᮙᮤᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮤᮑᮜᮛᮕᮢ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮞᮟᮧᮮᯍ”

“ᯐᮙᮗ ᮃᮙᮣᮤᮕᮢ ᮙᮣ ᮗᮟᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮙᮦᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮜᮟᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮞᮟᮧᮺ” ᮤᮘᮕ ᮃᮥᮓᮓᮥᮒᮥᮣ ᮣᮑᮙᮔ ᮖᮜᮙᮠᮠᮑᮞᮤᮜᮩᮼ

ᯖᮑᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮔᮕᮖᮕᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮞᮥᮝᮕᮢᮟᮥᮣ ᯝᮦᮕᮢᮣᮕᮕᮢᮣᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮟᮧ ᮓᮜᮟᮣᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮃᮕᮡᮥᮕᮞᮓᮕ ᯄ ᮜᮕᮦᮕᮜᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮙᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ‘ᮇᮑᮞᮔᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᯒᮕᮝᮟᮞᮙᮓ ᯐᮟᮨᮺ’ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮠᮢᮑᮓᮤᮙᮓᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮙᮞᮦᮙᮞᮓᮙᮒᮜᮕ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮢᮕᮑᮝᮣᮓᮑᮠᮕᮼ

“ᯝᮞᮓᮕ ᯐᮙᮗ ᮃᮙᮣᮤᮕᮢ ᮖᮙᮞᮙᮣᮘᮕᮣ ᮔᮕᮑᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᯛᮙᮣᮣ ᯏᮔᮕᮜᮕᮺ ᯗ’ᮜᮜ ᮣᮑᮦᮟᮢ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮢᮟᮠᮕᮢᮜᮩ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮖᮢᮟᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮩᮟᮥ… ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮧᮕ ᮓᮑᮞ ᮒᮟᮤᮘ ᮚᮟᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮗᮢᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮤᮑᮗᮕᮼ” ᮄᮘᮕ ᮃᮥᮓᮓᮥᮒᮥᮣ ᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮙᮞᮔᮕᮨ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮙᮠᮣᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮖᮙᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮣᮕᮔᮥᮓᮤᮙᮦᮕ ᮓᮘᮑᮢᮝᮼ

ᮃᮕᮙ᮪ᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮔᮙᮣᮤᮢᮑᮓᮤᮕᮔᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮃᮥᮓᮓᮥᮒᮥᮣ ᮗᮢᮑᮒᮒᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮙᮢᮺ ᮑᮤᮤᮕᮝᮠᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮞᮓᮕ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮥᮜᮜ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮑ ᮔᮕᮕᮠᮕᮢ ᮜᮑᮩᮕᮢ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮢᮕᮑᮝᮼ

ᯔᮟᮢ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮢᮕᮑᮣᮟᮞᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮠᮥᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮢᮕᮑᮝᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮑ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢ ᮠᮢᮕᮦᮕᮞᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮖᮥᮜᮜᮩ ᮣᮩᮞᮓᮘᮢᮟᮞᮙ᮪ᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮢᮕᮑᮝ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔᮼ

ᯗᮞᮤᮕᮢᮠᮢᮕᮤᮕᮔ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ’ᮣ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮠᮕᮓᮤᮙᮦᮕᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮘᮙᮗᮘᮻᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮢᮢᮙᮟᮢᮼ

ᮀᮟᮟᮢ ᮣᮩᮞᮓᮘᮢᮟᮞᮙ᮪ᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮢᮕᮑᮝ ᮝᮕᮑᮞᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮤᮤᮑᮓᮛᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮕᮖᮖᮕᮓᮤᮙᮦᮕ ᮕᮞᮟᮥᮗᮘᮯ

“ᮉᮟᮥ ᮣᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮑᮧᮖᮥᮜᮜᮩ ᮞᮕᮢᮦᮟᮥᮣᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮤᮢᮑᮣᮘᮩ ᯐᮙᮗ ᮃᮙᮣᮤᮕᮢᮼ”

ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩ ᮢᮑᮙᮣᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮢᮞᮕᮢ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮝᮟᮥᮤᮘᮼ “ᯑᮑᮞ’ᮤ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮒᮕ ᮔᮙᮢᮕᮓᮤᯍ ᯝᮢ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮣᮓᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮝᮕᮺ ᮝᮕᮑᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮓᮑᮞ’ᮤ ᮓᮑᮣᮤ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮣᮠᮕᮜᮜ ᮥᮞᮜᮕᮣᮣ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮔᮙᮣᮤᮢᮑᮓᮤ ᮝᮕ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮓᮘᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢᯍ”

ᯏ ᮥᮞᮙᮡᮥᮕ ᮖᮜᮥᮣᮘ ᮣᮠᮢᮕᮑᮔ ᮑᮓᮢᮟᮣᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮃᮥᮓᮓᮥᮒᮥᮣ’ᮣ ᮠᮑᮜᮕ ᮓᮘᮕᮕᮛᮣᮼ

ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮣᮘᮩᮞᮕᮣᮣᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮙᮗᮞ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮕᮝᮠᮕᮢ ᮢᮙᮣᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᯖᮟᮧ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ‘ᯓᮞᮓᮘᮑᮞᮤ ᯑᮘᮑᮣᮕᮢ’ ᮒᮕ ᮣᮟ ᮙᮝᮠᮕᮢᮦᮙᮟᮥᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮘᮑᮢᮝᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮟ ᮥᮤᮤᮕᮢᮜᮩ ᮙᮞᮖᮥᮢᮙᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗᮯ

“ᮇᮘᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑᮔᮝᮙᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮟᮢ ᮞᮟᮤᮺ ᯑᮘᮑᮣᮕᮢᮺ”

“ᮉᮟᮥ ᮧᮙᮜᮜ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮒᮕ ᮔᮕᮖᮕᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮝᮕ ᮣᮕᮠᮑᮢᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩᮼ”

“ᮅᮞᮜᮕᮣᮣ… ᮩᮟᮥ ᮓᮑᮞ ᮖᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮤᮟᮗᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮓᮟᮦᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮕᮑᮓᮘ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮘᮙᮜᮕ ᮑᮤᮤᮑᮓᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮕᮼ” ᮄᮘᮕ ᮃᮥᮓᮓᮥᮒᮥᮣ ᮓᮘᮥᮓᮛᮜᮕᮔᮺ ᮜᮑᮥᮞᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮣᮩᮓᮘᮟᮜᮟᮗᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᮟᮖᮖᮕᮞᮣᮙᮦᮕᮼ “ᯝᮖ ᮓᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ’ᮣ ᮙᮝᮠᮟᮣᮣᮙᮒᮜᮕᮮ”

ᯗᮞ ᮑ ᮒᮑᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮒᮕᮤᮧᮕᮕᮞ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮠᮢᮑᮓᮤᮙᮤᮙᮟᮞᮕᮢᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮑᮝᮕ ᮠᮑᮤᮘᮺ 『ᯓᮞᮓᮘᮑᮞᮤᮝᮕᮞᮤ』ᮺ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮑ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮝᮕᮞᮤᮑᮜ ᮜᮑᮠᮣᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮙᮞᮖᮜᮥᮕᮞᮓᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮞᮤᮙᮢᮕ ᮟᮥᮤᮓᮟᮝᮕᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮃᮥᮓᮓᮥᮒᮥᮣ ᮗᮢᮑᮒᮒᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮢᮧᮑᮢᮔ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ’ᮣ ᮖᮙᮗᮥᮢᮕᮺ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮕᮑᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮣᮟᮜᮙᮔᮙᮖᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮢᮕᮑᮝᮺ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮖᮜᮙᮓᮛᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᯐᮑᮞᮗ—ᮯ

ᮇᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮝᮥᮖᮖᮜᮕᮔ ᮙᮝᮠᮑᮓᮤᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮞᮤᮙᮢᮕ ᮔᮑᮢᮛ ᮔᮢᮕᮑᮝ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔ ᮣᮘᮟᮟᮛ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩᮼ

ᮄᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮟᮒᮦᮙᮟᮥᮣᮺ ᮑ ᮤᮙᮞᮩ ᮓᮢᮑᮓᮛ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮠᮠᮕᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮔᮚᮑᮓᮕᮞᮤ ᮒᮑᮢᮢᮙᮕᮢᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮃᮥᮓᮓᮥᮒᮥᮣ’ᮣ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮧᮙᮔᮕᮞᮕᮔ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮓᮜᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩ ᮤᮕᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮠᮠᮟᮞᮕᮞᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮑ ᮃᮕᮡᮥᮕᮞᮓᮕ ᯇ ᯒᮢᮕᮑᮝ ᯑᮘᮑᮣᮕᮢᮺ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮥᮞᮛᮞᮟᮧᮞ ᮃᮕᮡᮥᮕᮞᮓᮕ ᮑᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮩᮼ

ᯝᮞᮜᮩ ᮑ ᮃᮕᮡᮥᮕᮞᮓᮕ ᯆ ‘ᯗᮝᮠ’ ᮓᮑᮞ ᮓᮢᮕᮑᮤᮕ ᮑ ‘ᯒᮢᮕᮑᮝ ᯔᮙᮕᮜᮔ’ᮯ ᮄᮧᮟ ᮔᮙᮖᮖᮕᮢᮕᮞᮤ ᯓᮞᮓᮘᮑᮞᮤᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮠᮑᮤᮘ ᯐᮕᮩᮟᮞᮔᮕᮢᮣ ᮠᮥᮜᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮠᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮢᮕᮑᮝ ᮣᮙᮝᮥᮜᮤᮑᮞᮕᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮔᮕᮣᮤᮑᮒᮙᮜᮙ᮪ᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮢᮟᮜ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮢᮕᮑᮝ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔᮯ

“ᮄᮢᮑᮣᮘᮩ ᯐᮙᮗ ᮃᮙᮣᮤᮕᮢᮺ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮖᮟᮢᮗᮕᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮕᮞᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮣᮕᮢᮦᮑᮞᮤᮣ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮜᮕᮖᮤ ᮘᮟᮝᮕᯍ” ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ ᮓᮟᮦᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮝᮟᮥᮤᮘᮺ ᮗᮙᮗᮗᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮙᮣᮓᮘᮙᮕᮦᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩᮼ “ᯝᮢ ᮙᮣ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮓᮘᮑᮢᮝ ᮣᮟ ᮜᮑᮓᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮞᮟ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮧᮑᮞᮤᮣ ᮩᮟᮥᮺ ᮘᮝᮝᮮᮮᯍ”

ᯗᮞᮦᮙᮣᮙᮒᮜᮕ ᮠᮣᮩᮓᮘᮙᮓ ᮤᮘᮢᮕᮑᮔᮣ ᮕᮨᮤᮕᮞᮔᮕᮔ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮕᮖᮤ ᮘᮑᮞᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮑᮢᮛ ᮦᮟᮙᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮢᮕᮑᮝᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮞᮔ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮓᮟᮞᮞᮕᮓᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ’ᮣ ᮣᮥᮒᮟᮢᮔᮙᮞᮑᮤᮕ—ᯛᮑᮢᮙᮑᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮃᮕᮡᮥᮕᮞᮓᮕ ᯆ ‘ᯗᮝᮠ’ᮯ

ᮉᮟᮥ’ᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮦᮙᮜ ᮟᮞᮕᯉ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮕᮨᮠᮕᮓᮤ ᮝᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮖᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮟᮞᮕᮻᮟᮞᮻᮟᮞᮕᮺ ᮖᮑᮙᮢ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮡᮥᮑᮢᮕᯍ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᯒᮢᮕᮑᮝ ᯑᮘᮑᮣᮕᮢ’ᮣ ᮣᮠᮙᮢᮙᮤᮥᮑᮜ ᮑᮝᮠᮜᮙᮖᮙᮓᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮕᮖᮖᮕᮓᮤ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮑᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮣᮠᮢᮕᮑᮔᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮢᮑᮓᮛ ᮣᮕᮠᮑᮢᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯏᮔᮕᮜᮕ ᮢᮑᮠᮙᮔᮜᮩ ᮧᮙᮔᮕᮞᮕᮔᮺ ᮓᮟᮦᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮞᮤᮙᮢᮕ ᮧᮑᮜᮜᮼ

ᯑᮢᮑᮓᮛᮯ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮔᮢᮕᮑᮝ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔᮣ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮑᮙᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑᮺ ᯏᮔᮕᮜᮕᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮥᮞᮓᮟᮞᮣᮓᮙᮟᮥᮣ ᯝᮦᮕᮢᮣᮕᮕᮢᮣ ᮝᮕᮢᮗᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮟᮞᮕᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮥᮢᮑ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮃᮥᮓᮓᮥᮒᮥᮣ ᮖᮑᮓᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮗᮢᮑᮔᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮓᮜᮙᮝᮒᮕᮔᮼ

“ᯗ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮞᮔᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮕᮑᮜ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮣᮕᮠᮑᮢᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩᮺ” ᮤᮘᮕ ᮃᮥᮓᮓᮥᮒᮥᮣ ᮣᮑᮙᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮔᮑᮢᮛ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮕᮼ

“ᮃᮙᮞᮓᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮙᮞᮣᮙᮣᮤ ᮟᮞ ᮣᮕᮕᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮢᮟᮥᮒᮜᮕᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮝᮑᮛᮕᮣ ᮞᮟ ᮔᮙᮖᮖᮕᮢᮕᮞᮓᮕᮼ”

ᯏᮔᮕᮜᮕ ᮗᮜᮑᮞᮓᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑᮺ ᮣᮙᮜᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮣᮤᮕᮠᮠᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮟᮢᮧᮑᮢᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮘᮙᮕᮜᮔ ᮘᮕᮢᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮔᮥᮤᮩ ᮟᮖ ᮑ ᮃᮙᮜᮕᮞᮓᮕ ᯕᮥᮑᮢᮔ ᮙᮣ ᮙᮞᮘᮕᮢᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮠᮢᮟᮤᮕᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞᮯ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮃᮥᮓᮓᮥᮒᮥᮣ’ᮣ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮗᮜᮟᮧᮕᮔ ᮖᮑᮙᮞᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮠᮙᮞᮛ ᮕᮞᮕᮢᮗᮩ ᮗᮑᮤᮘᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮑᮓᮓᮥᮝᮥᮜᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮞᮑᮢᮢᮟᮧ ᮗᮑ᮪ᮕᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮞᮔᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮑᮞᮙᮠᮥᮜᮑᮤᮕ ‘ᯓᮞᮓᮘᮑᮞᮤᮝᮕᮞᮤᮺ’ ᮖᮟᮢᮓᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮢᮙᮕᮖᮜᮩ ᮟᮒᮕᮩ ᮘᮕᮢᮯ ᯐᮢᮕᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮓᮟᮝᮒᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮔᮕᮖᮕᮞᮣᮕ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮣᮤ ᮘᮕᮢᮯ

“ᯔᮟᮟᮜᮙᮣᮘ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᮺ ᮧᮙᮤᮞᮕᮣᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮢᮥᮕ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢ ᮟᮖ ᯓᮞᮓᮘᮑᮞᮤᮝᮕᮞᮤᮯ”

ᮉᮟᮥᮢ ᮢᮕᮜᮙᮑᮞᮓᮕ ᮙᮣ ᮝᮕᮢᮕᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮃᮕᮡᮥᮕᮞᮓᮕ ᯅ ᯝᮦᮕᮢᮣᮕᮕᮢᮼ ᮇᮑᮤᮓᮘ ᮝᮕ ᮤᮑᮛᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮧᮑᮩᮯ

ᯔᮕᮕᮜ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮤᮢᮑᮩᮑᮜ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮤᮢᮥᮣᮤᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮥᮢᮢᮕᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮔᮕᮣᮠᮑᮙᮢᮯ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᯒᮟᮢᮙᮑᮺ ᮥᮞᮘᮥᮢᮢᮙᮕᮔᮺ ᮠᮥᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮖᮟᮨ ᮝᮑᮣᮛ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮜᮟᮤᮘᮕᮣ—ᮟᮞᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮓᮟᮦᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮥᮠᮠᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮜᮖ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ—ᮑᮞᮔ ᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮟᮞᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮕᮑᮤᮥᮢᮕᮣᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᯒᮕᮕᮠ ᯑᮟᮞᮣᮓᮙᮟᮥᮣᮞᮕᮣᮣ ᮠᮑᮤᮘᮺ ᮀᮥᮠᮠᮕᮤᮕᮕᮢ’ᮣ ᮤᮘᮙᮢᮔ ᮣᮛᮙᮜᮜ—ᮄᮘᮕ ᮀᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞᮑ ᯛᮑᮣᮛᮯ

Using Mockery to Hide My Shyness, I’m Chased and Loved by the Female Lead

Modern apocalyptic era + Lovecraftian/Anomalies After transmigrating into an apocalyptic game as a minor villain, I’m weak, short, fragile, and constantly hungry—what should I do? Steal the proud and unattainable white moonlight lady that the overpowered female lead yearns for, win over her superior, tame the maid assigned to watch me, and even seize the foundation of the organization the female lead will later build. Finally, take the female lead in as my personal guard—let’s see how much trouble she can stir up then. Thinking everything is under her control, Donia sits high on her throne, only to be shocked… Damn it, she’s actually on her second playthrough! Guard: “She’s forcing our boss to the ground—she must be trying to take our boss back for… gasp!” Poor Donia gradually unlocks her own defeat CGs and precious memories! —————————— While still scheming with the cultists of pleasure, Donia keeps getting promoted within the Anomaly Management Bureau. Guiltily, she glances at the Director sitting behind the office desk. “Donia, it’s just the two of us now…” “I suspect I might be the mole sent by the Cult of Pleasure!” Struggling to keep a straight face, Donia puts on her most loyal and determined expression. “Yes, Director!”

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