Kingdom Simulator: I, a Fallen Noble, Build a God-Level Kingdom!-Chapter 28: The Princess is Helping Him Like This?

Princess Angelia had claimed that she was just going for a walk, but in reality, she was avoiding others and heading to a secluded corner of the manor to practice magic.

As the day wore on and the evening approached, her stomach began to growl, and it was then that she remembered to stop her training and started searching for Romon.

"Your Highness, may I invite you to be my dance partner?" Romon hurriedly asked.

"A dance partner? Alright, I didn't expect the ball to reach this point and you still haven't found your partner," Angelia couldn't help but tease.

Before the ball started, the seemingly meaningless mingling and light conversations were exactly when the nobles had the opportunity to showcase their social skills. Normally, during that time, everyone should have found someone to dance with.

But Romon had simply been wandering around.

Seeing that the princess had agreed, Romon moved to the left, gently guiding her forward to walk beside him.

By taking the princess's hand, he had effectively secured a dance partner. Although Matthews' daughter, as the guest of honor, still had the right to invite Romon, it would depend on who Romon was already dancing with.

And it was the princess—who would dare compete with the princess?

Matthews' daughter had been walking toward Romon, following her father's instructions, but when a beautiful woman suddenly appeared beside Romon, she froze, unsure of what to do.

She turned to look at her father, only to see him staring back with a blank expression, shaking his head.

That meant it was not allowed?

Matthews' daughter immediately turned and walked toward another poor soul.

Romon sighed in relief, but the next poor soul wasn't so lucky. That family could never afford to offend the Matthews family. They had no choice but to force a smile and accept, walking hand in hand toward the center of the dance floor.

As the first dance ended.

Others quickly joined in. Romon naturally wrapped his arm around Princess Angelia's soft waist, gently swaying along with the music.

"We'll dance for a little while and then go down, I'm starving," Angelia whispered.

Romon smiled slightly. "Whatever you say."

"Hehe, after half a day of effort, I finally mastered that magic. According to you, could it be that Matthews' land is blessing me?"

"Well... maybe? After all, didn't we come here to buy the Great Plains from Lord Matthews?"

"Ah? Weren't we here for Matthews' daughter's coming-of-age ceremony?"

"Oh, right."

"You just exposed your true intentions..."

Angelia giggled and pinched him playfully as they twirled with the rhythm of the dance.

...

Not far away.

Lord Thomas Nightingale, the lord of Nightingale Territory, stared in shock at the two of them in the center of the dance floor.

His attention was not on the guest of honor, but on Romon and the princess!

The Third Princess had quietly joined the ball, so quietly that many people hadn't noticed her presence yet.

Moreover, even if someone did spot the Third Princess, only a handful of people in the room would recognize her. Most of the guests had never seen her in person before.

What Thomas had never expected was that the princess would actually be willing to be Romon's dance partner!

What was even more terrifying was how the two of them danced, perfectly in sync with one another, each yielding to the other. As they danced, they laughed and chatted, even teasing each other playfully!

While others looked on with envy, Thomas felt a chill run down his spine.

He recalled the foolish thing he had done earlier that day—declaring war on Thune Territory.

With such an enthusiastic princess by Romon's side, even if he had ten more lives, he would never dare to declare war on Thune Territory again!

This was a nightmare!

Why was it that the notoriously temperamental Third Princess was so gentle when she was by Romon's side, as if she were a young maiden just beginning to experience love?

Thomas painfully realized his fatal mistake.

The intelligence from Stone Town was true, as was the information from other places. But he had misinterpreted it all!

It was true that the Third Princess intended to build a royal manor on Thune Territory's land, but that was likely meant to be their love nest.

It was true that the taxes Romon had paid had been redirected by the princess, but in the end, they had been reinvested into Romon's land.

This wasn't the royal family reclaiming the land at all—this was the princess investing in him!

"Oh my gods, I've made a fatal mistake," Thomas murmured.

His wife quickly leaned in, concerned. "Master, please calm down. Your health just—"

"Calm down? How can I calm down? I've declared war, and he's accepted. Even if I don't fight him, he has every right to come after me. According to the rules of war, unless I surrender. But if I surrender, I must show my sincerity in doing so."

"Then we can hold our ground. How many troops can Thune Territory possibly have? Just by cutting off their supplies, we can starve them out. I remember they buy most of their provisions from Stone Town. We can just block Stone Town and let them starve."

"No, that's not realistic. What happens if the princess gets caught in that?"

Thomas was already considering the possibility of ceding land and paying reparations. He would rather lower his head than let Romon manipulate things from behind the scenes, expanding his influence. The sooner he wrapped this up, the sooner he could find peace.

Otherwise, it would only cause endless trouble down the line.

At this moment,

Romon and the princess gracefully left the dance floor, heading towards the dining table.

The table was covered with leftover food.

Fortunately, Matthews had some foresight. He had been keeping a close eye on the princess's movements, and as soon as he saw her leave the dance floor, he quickly jogged over.

"Your Highness, it's a bit noisy here, and the crowd might disturb your meal. I've prepared a private room for you. Please, this way." Matthews said, bowing with a forced smile on his face.

After the slight at the door earlier, he couldn't afford to make the same mistake again.

The princess, starving, said nothing. She simply followed Matthews, with Romon in tow.

The trio arrived in a brightly lit, luxurious dining room. The table was laden with a variety of dishes. Judging by the quality and presentation, Matthews had clearly put in a great deal of effort. The meal was far more extravagant than what had been served at his daughter's coming-of-age ceremony.

"Your Highness, please. These have been prepared specially for you."

"It's not bad," the princess said.

"I'm glad to hear that," Matthews replied, beaming.

Angelia naturally took her seat at the head of the table. She sampled a bite of the vegetables before asking, "Lord Matthews..."

"I'm here, Your Highness."

"Your estate seems to be even larger than mine?"

As soon as Matthews heard the word "estate," he tensed up. He realized what the princess was implying, but he was reluctant to part with it.

"Not at all, Your Highness. My estate was simply inherited from my ancestors, whereas your estate is for you to build as you see fit."

His meaning was clear, but he wasn't sure if the princess had understood. His estate was unchangeable, but hers hadn't been built yet. She could alter the plans and direction, leaving space at the back.

"Well then, I still have some remaining ore. Why don't you sell me the southernmost plain of your estate? I'd like to build something there," the princess stated plainly.

The princess paid no attention to Matthews' subtle hints. There was no such thing as negotiation—if she wanted it, she would take it, and if not, she would simply demand it.

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Matthews was powerless in this situation. He could argue with Romon, but when it came to the princess, he found it truly difficult to oppose her.

"Your Highness, I can plan a piece of land and grant you the right to use it."

Seeing that he couldn't refuse, Matthews decided that it would be better to offer a controlled concession rather than a flat refusal.

He could give her the land, but only the rights to use it.

Ultimately, the land still belonged to Matthews' territory. Once the princess grew tired of it, he could always take it back.

He didn't believe the princess would stay in Thune Territory forever—unless the king decided to marry her off to Romon!

"What are you mumbling on about? That's just a barren wasteland. Am I supposed to tell my father, when he comes to visit, that the land doesn't belong to us yet?" the princess countered.

Her words made Matthews recoil slightly.

Land ultimately belonged to the king; it was just temporarily granted to the lord.

If the king ever decided to reclaim the land, the old Thune lord was a perfect example of what could happen.

He quickly spoke up, "Your Highness, the wasteland will belong to you starting tomorrow. I... I will just symbolically take a small amount of ore as payment."

Hearing this,

Angelia finally relaxed and said, "Don't say it belongs to me. My father hasn't given me a lordship title, so just put it under Romon's name."

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Matthews looked up at Romon, his face turning an even darker shade than before.

What the hell? How did this kid manage to win the Third Princess's heart?

And now the princess was helping him like this?

"Lord Matthews?"

"I'm here, Your Highness. Starting tomorrow, the wasteland will belong to Lord Romon."