Kingdom Simulator: I, a Fallen Noble, Build a God-Level Kingdom!-Chapter 43: Employing the Princess

"Your Highness," Romon closed the carriage door and pretended not to understand, asking, "So, what exactly did you want from me?"

At this moment, Angelia dropped all pretenses. Her cheeks were flushed, and she quickly undid her long dress.

"I’ve been focusing for days. I just want to relax a little."

Romon smiled faintly, then pulled out his spellbook. As he flipped the pages with a thought, he said, "I copied down a new life-type spell last night. Want to give it a try?"

"Huh?"

Just as Princess Angelia was wondering what he meant, Romon cast the spell from his book. A stream of water immediately crossed over Angelia’s body, then flowed gently along her skin.

"What kind of spell is this? Water armor?"

"No, it’s just a bathing spell."

Angelia thought Romon was complaining about her not bathing, and quickly protested, "All my clothes are enchanted for cleanliness!"

Cleanliness enchantments are considered a rare luxury. After all, even the best equipment has a limited number of enchantment slots—everyone wishes each slot could be used for practical, enhancing effects.

Very few people would "waste" a slot just for cleanliness.

But Angelia is a princess. She has every reason to indulge herself this way.

"Of course I know that, Your Highness. But with my magic, I can control the water temperature so it feels like you’re soaking in a hot spring. Didn’t you say you wanted to relax?" Romon replied teasingly.

Hearing that, Angelia realized Romon was just teasing her. Without hesitation, she shrugged off her already-loosened dress, revealing skin as pale as snow.

She stood barefoot on the plush carpet, her legs long and shapely, her skin so smooth it almost seemed to shine.

Seeing this, Romon’s right hand made a subtle gesture, instantly sending the conjured water streaming out the window.

Unlike Lornis or Nini, Angelia didn’t show any signs of submission. After all, she was a princess—she wasn’t about to kneel before Romon and use her mouth to please him.

Her skin was so fair, not a single hair below her waist. Soft and tender, when Romon reached out and gently touched her, a fine silvery thread lingered from his touch.

"No..."

The moment Romon withdrew his hand, Angelia grabbed his wrist with both hands and pressed it back, gently pushing herself downward.

He slowly drew his arm back, and Angelia followed him into his embrace. Romon lifted her onto his lap and began to savor her snowy chest.

"Your Highness, could you have your ground-dragon carriage head to Stone Town? I still have some official business to handle today," Romon said suddenly, pausing his attentions.

Without a second thought, Angelia immediately ordered the ground dragon to auto-navigate to Stone Town, then hugged Romon’s head tightly to her chest.

"Lord Romon..."

Angelia murmured, her other hand slipping under Romon’s clothes. When she finally found what she was looking for, she quickly pulled it out.

She couldn’t hold herself back any longer. Instantly, she pushed Romon’s right hand aside and straddled his lap.

"Haa..."

Angelia felt an immense satisfaction, as if all the fatigue-built mazes inside her were being filled with Romon’s warmth.

She closed her eyes in pleasure. Just then, she felt something at her lips. Reflexively, she opened her mouth, and instantly, her tongue was caught between two wet, slippery fingers. A strange taste began to spread in her mouth.

"Mmph!" Angelia opened her eyes and glared at Romon in playful annoyance. Only then did she realize it was his two fingers from earlier in her mouth.

"Tasty?"

"Hmph!"

Angelia wrinkled her delicate nose and gave his fingers a bite. Romon winced at the pain, but didn’t pull his hand away.

It wasn’t until the Ground-Dragon Cart smoothly rolled through the north gate of Stone Town and the sounds of the morning market drifted in from outside that, accompanied by the bustle, both of them finally reached their peak together.

...

Afterwards, the two of them straightened their clothes, calming their racing hearts and pretending as if nothing had happened.

"Are we in Stone Town already?" Angelia asked.

"We’ve arrived."

Angelia cracked open the window and glanced out at Stone Town. Aside from the city hall, there was hardly any sign of damage to the buildings.

She quickly deduced what must have happened during the siege: the Nightingale Lord had likely abandoned the city and fled early. Otherwise, a direct battle would have left far more destruction and civilian casualties.

"Romon, the Nightingale Lord will definitely come back. He might have been unprepared this time, but next time, he could bring that king-rank priest with him. That priest is an idle figure stationed in the Nightingale Territory—although he’s a priest, his rank is king-level. He could wipe out this whole town with a wave of his hand." Angelia said worriedly, "From today onward, you should stay by my side. Only under my protection will that king-rank priest not dare to touch you."

At these words, Romon realized he had to take the matter seriously. Royal intelligence rarely made mistakes. Even if the opponent was a priest, a king-level’s offensive power should not be underestimated.

A single "Judgment" from them could spell the end of an ordinary mage’s career.

"Your Highness, how much is the annual salary for a king-level enforcer?"

Even at the Thune family’s height, they had never hired a king-level professional. If the Nightingale Lord could afford to keep one around, it meant he had ambitions beyond the ordinary.

After all, supporting a king-level figure in a do-nothing role would cost a fortune. No one likes burning money for nothing; even the richest Lords expect to get something in return.

"The annual salary of a king-level enforcer? I have no idea." Princess Angelia shook her head. "Would a king-level even need a salary?"

Romon opened his mouth, but realized he couldn’t get through to a royal like her. In the eyes of the royal family, king-levels might even be the ones trying to curry favor; only a saint-level would require the royals to reach out first.

"Well then, do you know any king-level enforcers? If you introduce me, I’ll pay you a finder’s fee."

"Everyone I know is in the imperial capital, and their ambitions are there, too. Here, you probably know more people than I do."

"All right, then can I hire you, Your Highness?"

Angelia considered it. The Nightingale Lord had abandoned the city too decisively—something about it felt off. He was bound to come back for revenge. While a Lord of equal rank couldn’t execute another Lord, as the defeated party, he’d likely be beheaded under the king’s judgment—or at best, reduced to a commoner.

She didn’t want to see that happen.

"Alright, I accept your offer. Every day, you have to keep me happy and satisfied—and Lornis has to make me delicious food."

"Every day? Your Highness, don’t you ever take a break? What about those special seven days?"

"Fine, subtract those seven days."

Romon pulled a wry face. The pressure on him just kept increasing—Lornis and Nini were already constantly trying to seduce him, and now the princess was demanding twenty-three days on, no breaks.

But when he thought about how valuable the princess could be as an ally, he clenched his teeth and agreed.

"Deal!"

As he agreed, Romon opened his simulator in his mind. The princess, who had previously been classified as a third party, was now a controllable unit.

That meant in his future simulations, he could play the princess card directly—a real game-changer.

"By the way, what just happened doesn’t count. The clock starts now. If you skip even a single day, I’ll terminate our arrangement," Angelia said.

Romon scratched his head, didn’t bother replying, and simply got out of the carriage.

The Ground-Dragon Cart had already entered Stone Town, drawing a crowd of curious townsfolk. No matter how soundproof the carriage was, this was definitely not the time or place for "homework."

Today’s main purpose in coming to Stone Town was to recruit adventurers in person.

Romon made his way toward the guild headquarters, with Angelia hopping out of the cart and quickly following him.

Her long hair was loose, and she wore no hair ornaments, but even so, walking down the streets of Stone Town, she shone like a celebrity wherever she went.

"Is that really the princess? She’s so close with Lord Thune? The two of them rode in together?"

"I told you, the relationship between Lord Thune and the princess is special. Otherwise, the Nightingale Lord would have flattened Thune Territory by now!"

"I heard the princess and Lord Thune are a couple. They even danced together at Lord Matthews’ manor! The way they looked at each other—every young man in town was jealous!"

"Damn right I’m jealous! The princess is so beautiful, she looks like a goddess come down to earth!"

...

Under the gaze of the townsfolk, the two of them arrived at the guild headquarters.

A good number of adventurers had already gathered, but since the guild office handled both business and government matters, the staff at the entrance were completely overwhelmed.

So,

Romon stepped forward.

The crowd’s attention immediately shifted to him as soon as they saw him.

"Lord! It’s the Lord himself!"

"Lord Thune, does your offer from yesterday still stand? I applied to enlist yesterday, but no one’s gotten back to me!"

"Lord Thune, over here! I volunteer for service—can I have a position?"

"My Lord, I’m an apprentice mage. Can I enlist too?"

Romon scanned the crowd—at best, there was only an apprentice mage, not a single fully qualified one.

Still, weaker recruits meant a lower monthly salary, and taking them on would at least boost Thune Territory’s overall military strength.

He raised both hands to quiet the crowd, then announced, "I’m here today to personally handle recruitment. Don’t rush—line up in order, and we’ll take it one at a time. Anyone who tries to cut the line will be permanently disqualified."

At his words, everyone quickly formed a long, single-file line.

Romon’s voice caught the attention of the mayor upstairs, who hurried down with a stack of paperwork and set up a table and chairs.

"My Lord, I’ll help you register the recruits."

Romon nodded; the mayor was certainly eager to please.

The news that the Lord himself was handling recruitment spread quickly, and the line grew longer and longer. Romon accepted nearly everyone, save for a few opportunists pretending to be adventurers—they were immediately sent to the pillory for public shame.

With each new recruit, the [Power] value of Thune Territory ticked up, even if just by a little.

Suddenly, a burly bald man stepped forward.

"My Lord, my name is Golden Stone. I’m an earth mage, skilled in all kinds of earth magic. Around here, everyone calls me the ’Bedrock of Stone Town.’"