Kingdom Simulator: I, a Fallen Noble, Build a God-Level Kingdom! Chapter 45: I Order You to Kiss My Hand

"rcenary Angelia, I order you to kiss my hand."

Such words would be considered insubordination if said in public—even as a Lord, he couldn’t treat a princess so rudely. But inside the carriage, the command took on a playful intimacy.

Angelia didn’t mind at all. She imdiately turned over and lightly pressed her lips to the back of Romon’s right hand.

After a mont of soft warmth, Romon was about to withdraw his hand when he suddenly felt a wave of heat and moisture. Looking down, he saw that the princess was trailing kisses along the space between his middle and ring fingers, all the way up to the fingertips.

Then, her tender lips enveloped both his fingers, her slick tongue weaving between them like a serpent.

Romon couldn’t help but feel a sudden jolt of excitent.

It seed that the once-innocent Princess Angelia was gradually learning so special techniques from him.

Feeling the heat and movent on his fingers, Romon straightened his back proudly.

"This way."

He moved his fingers, guiding the noble Princess Angelia to his lap as one might a pampered pet. Then, he replaced his fingers with Angelia’s favorite thing.

She hesitated for a mont, but soon bowed her head. Romon was overwheld by a unique sense of conquest.

Technique-wise, Angelia was nowhere near as skilled as Nini or Lornis, but her noble status made her complete surrender all the more intoxicating.

"Mmm, I want so too," Angelia murmured, shifting her hips.

Catching her aning, Romon lay back on the carriage floor and drew Angelia’s fair legs toward him, greedily lowering his mouth to her.

Angelia trembled as if struck by lightning, her body quivering uncontrollably. The sensations were so new and intense that her mind soared.

By the ti the ground-dragon carriage returned from Stone Town to the rural reaches of Thune Territory, Angelia lay limp and trembling inside, her body still shuddering from ti to ti.

"Angelia, have you finally learned your lesson, or do you want another 23 days without rest?" Romon teased, pinching her cheek.

"Hah... three days, let rest for three days, will you? How are you this... amazing..."

Satisfied with her answer, Romon straightened his clothes and quietly stepped out of the carriage.

His daily tonics weren’t for nothing, nor were the romance films of his past life. In the morning, he had to hold back for work’s sake, but now that it was evening, Angelia was just another easy victory.

Just as Romon stepped out, a golden carrier pigeon swooped down, landing atop the ground dragon’s head.

"A golden one..." Romon frowned, then called into the carriage, "Your Highness, there’s a letter from the royal family."

"Hmm? Ah? Bring it in and let see."

"It’s on your ground dragon’s head."

"You get it—I authorize you."

With her authorization, Romon relaxed. He leapt from the carriage to the ground dragon’s back, walked along its spine to the neck, and bent down to catch the golden pigeon in one swift motion.

He brought the carrier pigeon into the carriage. Angelia opened the ssage tube, and the post-coital flush on her cheeks quickly faded into a troubled expression.

"It’s a letter from my younger sister. Father has already sent people to forcibly bring back," Angelia said, her voice tinged with reluctance.

Though the living conditions here were a bit lacking, the pleasures she’d found—both physical and spiritual—were truly unprecedented.

Hearing this, Romon also felt a pang of reluctance. He had once wanted to get rid of the princess as soon as possible, since her presence could easily bring disaster upon him. But now, with the threat of the Nightingale Lord looming, losing his trump card—the princess—would an losing the war before it even began. Besides, Angelia’s skills might still be raw, but she was learning, and Romon enjoyed that unique sense of conquest.

"Sir Romon, do you want to go back?" Angelia looked up at him, her bright eyes fixing on his.

She still rembered how Romon had always wished for her return to the capital before.

"I don’t. Angelia, I want you to stay," Romon replied honestly.

Hearing this, Princess Angelia felt a warmth in her heart. She imdiately wrapped her arms around Romon’s neck and said, "Then we have only two options: first, you get pregnant; second, you kill Thomas Nightingale before next spring."

Romon gazed at her up close. Her skin was flawless, still beaded with fine sweat from their recent exertions.

Their noses were almost touching. "I get what you an by the first, but what does the second have to do with this?"

"Because the Nightingale Lord visited my father. He joined forces with other Lords to recomnd a young man to my father as a suitor—basically, they’re forcing my marriage."

"What a cunning old fox..."

In this era, won’s marriages often happened early. Even without love interests, families arranged matches well in advance. For royalty, it was even more strict—sotis engagents were set before the girl was of age.

By royal standards, Angelia—having safely reached adulthood—was already considered an "older unmarried woman."

So, when the Nightingale Lord made a marriage proposal, it would almost certainly be approved. As long as the princess was transferred away in this manner, all he’d need to do was rally a bit of an army and he could easily crush Thune Territory.

"I’ll write to the capital and try to buy us a month," Angelia said. What she really ant was that killing the Nightingale Lord before next spring was nearly impossible now, so their only viable option was the first one: letting her get pregnant.

Anyone eligible to marry a princess would have to be a high noble. No matter how much a noble might compromise, a woman who was pregnant before marriage was still completely unacceptable. To remain by Romon’s side, Angelia no longer cared about her reputation.

If Romon tried to propose now, he’d only be laughed out of the capital by the king.

A Lord with only a rural area and a single town wasn’t even on par with the great nobles—he didn’t qualify to propose at all. As for the vast forest labyrinth and the Great Wilderness, those wild resources didn’t even count in these calculations.

In this context, "qualifications" were asured more by civilization, heritage, and bloodline.

"Can we do both at the sa ti?" Romon suddenly asked.

"Eh?"

"I an, wouldn’t handling both matters make things even more secure? I’ve long wanted to take out Thomas Nightingale."

These two matters could trigger a chain reaction. As long as the princess remained, Romon could use her status to rally more forces and quickly build enough power to face the Nightingale Lord head-on. But if she left, Thune Territory would lose its trump card. Romon could flee with the wolf pack, but Thune Territory would surely be destroyed.

"Are you that confident?" Angelia looked at him curiously, unsure what thod Romon had in mind to kill the Nightingale Lord.

"At the very least, I’m confident about the first option."

"You... I’d better write the letter first and buy us so ti."

...

A few days later.

Perhaps Angelia’s letter had indeed worked, for the king’s delegation had yet to arrive in Thune Territory.

Over these days, the territory’s bureaucratic operations ran smoothly, and Thune Territory’s stats saw steady growth:

[Population: 8,123]

[Food: 775,700]

[Productivity: 2,400]

[Economy: 35,260]

[Culture: 100]

[Military Strength: 1,840]

[Region: Sionnas Empire]

Population increased by two, productivity grew tenfold, and military strength doubled! Even more importantly, the economy had skyrocketed. With a robust economy, everything else beca easier to handle.

Today marked the tenth day since the last simulation, which ant Romon could now run another simulation!

Over these few days, the Nightingale Lord hadn’t made any moves—likely waiting for the king’s n to forcibly take Princess Angelia back before launching a bold attack on Thune Territory.

Yet, in the quiet early hours, Princess Angelia slipped into Romon’s bed and transford into an eager, self-initiating lover.

Romon cupped her snowy white breast, and silently brought up the simulator in his mind.

[Remaining simulation turns: 9, cooldown: 10 days]

"I’ve already done everything I can in terms of military strength, decrees, and developnt within this region. If I want to achieve greater improvents, I’ll have to expand outward," Romon thought to himself.

He looked at the map. At the mont, there were four possible directions for expansion.

First, continue westward and seize land from Nightingale Territory—after all, this was the war that Nightingale Lord himself had started.

Second, head west from the Great Wilderness and try to purchase land bordering the Great Wilderness from Matthews Territory.

Third, develop the eastern region—that is, to the east of the castle, where mountain ranges stretch on and on. There might be reclusive races or mineral veins hidden there, but it could also turn out to be a waste of effort.

Fourth, develop to the south of Stone Town, which was a poisonous marshland—despised by all and considered unclaid territory.

Romon considered each option in turn. If he attacked westward now, the Nightingale Lord would surely have prepared an ironclad defense—having suffered at Stone Town once, he wouldn’t fall for the sa trick twice. Thune Territory’s military strength had indeed improved greatly, but if the siege dragged on, it would simply squander the ti Angelia had bought them.

So, that direction was ruled out for now.

Second, the land west of the Great Wilderness in Matthews Territory was also a place no one inhabited, mostly hilly terrain. But what reason could he use to buy it this ti? Matthews Lord was highly unlikely to sell again—besides, he was one of those involved in the plot to assassinate Romon.

That left only the third and fourth options.

Both were gambles: to bet on whether there were any reclusive races hidden in the eastern mountains, or to wager that the poisonous marshland might contain so powerful monsters that could be tad.

Looking at the nine simulation turns, Romon decided to try one out first.

"I’ll use one turn to explore the eastern mountains," he resolved internally.

The eastern mountains had once belonged to Thune Territory, but back then Romon had no simulator, nor was the family power in his hands, so there was no way to learn what might be hidden in those endless ranges.

At present, that stretch of mountains belonged to a powerful Lord of the eastern region.