Kingdom Simulator: I, a Fallen Noble, Build a God-Level Kingdom!-Chapter 56: Only When You’re Ready Can You Hear This Kind of Voice

Chapter 56: Chapter 56: Only When You’re Ready Can You Hear This Kind of Voice

"You don’t have to worry about that, at least not for now. My territory has special security measures in place—they haven’t triggered any alarms yet."

The security measures Romon referred to were the surveillance features of the Simulator Blueprint. Once any orcs approached, a red warning would appear on the blueprint.

Orcs are a violent and unruly race, which sets them apart from Demihumans.

Demihumans, such as Nini the Cat-Eared, retain more human features while displaying certain animal traits.

Orcs, however, are merely intelligent bipedal mammals. With their greenish faces and fierce fangs, they are known for their brutality. In human society, they are generally classified as monsters.

"By the way, your clansmen said your strength is comparable to that of a human Dawnstrider Archer. So how did you lose to the orcs?" Romon inquired.

The elven queen, Akalaisi, gave a self-deprecating smile and replied, "They exaggerated. I wish I really had that kind of power. As descendants of high elves, our clan sometimes studies human knowledge. Strictly speaking, I can only be considered a Volleyshot Archer, or perhaps a Mage Lord." fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

"You’re skilled in both physical and magical arts? Uh... I mean, you’ve cultivated two professions?"

"Our clan is naturally attuned to nature magic, but I have always loved archery, so I have combined archery and magic for a long time." At this, Queen Akalaisi glanced around as if searching for her beloved bow, but didn’t find it. "Even so, we still lost. The crafty orcs were just too many. When we ran out of arrows, we switched to magic, but our mana eventually ran out as well. In the end, all we could do was flee."

"Sorry for making you recall painful memories."

"It’s all right. You’ve taken us in, so it’s only right that I speak honestly with you. May I ask your name?"

"Romon Thune. This is Thune Territory, and I am the Lord here."

"Lord Romon, I must ask one more favor of you," Queen Akalaisi said humbly. "Right now, I’m too weak to be of any help to my people—in fact, I’d only slow them down. Please allow me to stay a few more days. I will repay your kindness as best I can."

Upon hearing this, Romon immediately realized it was time to discuss the question of settling down.

"That’s not a problem at all. In fact, you’re welcome to consider this place your new home. My territory doesn’t have complicated rules. Humans, centaurs, demihumans, dwarves—they all live here, and you’ll fit right in."

Akalaise was deeply moved. From the moment she set foot on this land, she’d felt an inexplicable attraction to it. Even by the standards of elves, whose lives stretch over millennia, her attachment to this place was unique.

What’s more, the fact that even the famously stubborn dwarves could integrate here spoke volumes about the friendly environment and culture.

And with their homeland destroyed and her people anxious and uncertain, settling here was clearly the best option they had.

"Thank you for your generosity, Lord Romon. I will discuss this matter with my people."

"Alright, then get some rest. I still have things to attend to."

Romon left the room with Janice, closing the door behind him. He had noticed the look in Queen Akalaisi’s eyes when he mentioned settling in; she had clearly been hopeful.

This meant that convincing the elves to join Thune Territory was likely already a done deal.

And, in their conversation, he had gained an unexpected piece of information.

He already knew that Queen Akalaisi was at the peak level of a Volleyshot Archer, but he hadn’t expected her to be a mage as well. Someone who could combine the power of a mage and an archer at the same rank would be far more formidable in combat than a regular archer.

If she could break through to the Dawnstrider Archer level, she could easily become the top expert in Thune Territory.

A king-level priest? She might even be able to go toe-to-toe with one!

So, healing her injuries as soon as possible became the top priority—on par with developing dwarven technology for national defense.

...

Evening.

Sixteen elven girls returned from the labyrinth with Talia.

They all looked as exhausted as oxen after three straight days of plowing fields.

"Lord, we’re back."

"I just got back from the dwarven factory myself. How did your day go?"

With today’s guidance, the dwarves had improved their research plan and were preparing to start work on the third-generation model.

Unfortunately, it was still just a concept for now; they lacked practical production and testing. In other words, they were stuck in the research phase and missing a spark of inspiration.

Romon decided that tomorrow morning, he’d personally go pay his respects to the Goddess of Wisdom—and tonight, he’d check on Queen Akalaisi’s recovery.

If one plan stalled, you just moved on to another. If the army’s training hit a wall, you focused on dwarven technology. If the dwarves hit a bottleneck, you accelerated healing the elven queen.

One of these would eventually bear fruit.

"We gathered a total of 54 Hearts of the Flower Demon," Talia reported.

She stepped forward, reached into her belt pouch, and pinched out a small green bean-shaped object.

It looked like a pea at first glance, but upon closer inspection, it was beating rhythmically, almost like a tiny heart.

"This is the Heart of the Flower Demon?" Romon asked.

"Yes, Lord Romon. They’re very hard to harvest, and it’s easy to fail while collecting them."

"What about the flower demons themselves? Are they easy to deal with?"

"They’re not exactly weak," Talia replied, then leaned in to whisper, "Lord Romon, I asked around among the adventurers. I heard that a single Heart of the Flower Demon sells for one gold coin on the black market!"

Romon’s brows furrowed slightly at this. One gold coin each—fifty-four hearts would be fifty-four gold coins. That was more than Talia’s annual salary!

Could these herbs really be that powerful to fetch such a high price on the black market?

He decided he’d test them on Queen Akalaisi first. If the effects were truly that remarkable, he’d organize people to stockpile a free supply for Thune Territory. But if they weren’t as miraculous as rumored, then it might be time to crack down on the black market.

"Go ahead and give your queen the medicine as Janice instructed."

Romon just gave the order and didn’t enter the guest room himself.

He didn’t need to hear their conversation; instead, he watched for changes in the [population] value on his Simulator Blueprint.

When he returned to his own bedroom, Lornis had already prepared a hot bath for him.

He had just settled comfortably into the tub when he saw the [population] value increase by seventeen.

"Sealed the deal," Romon thought with a sigh of relief.

Just then—

Princess Angelia had also finished her daily heart-devil training and returned from the labyrinth.

Since she wanted to resist the king’s arranged marriage, she’d been staying in Romon’s castle these days—it made it easier for men and women to "exercise" together.

Splash!

The moment Angelia entered the room and saw Romon soaking in the bath, she said nothing, stripped off her clothes right in front of Lornis, and jumped into the tub.

"Hey!" Romon was splashed in the face and said, "Don’t you have a purification artifact? Why bother bathing?"

"Do you think it’s crowded?"

"This is a single-person tub—of course it’s crowded."

As soon as Romon said this, he realized there was a hidden meaning to Angelia’s question.

He looked closer at her expression—sure enough, he was right.

She didn’t just mean the tub was crowded—she meant the whole castle was getting crowded.

To put it plainly, there were simply too many women in the castle now. Before, with just Lornis, Angelia, Nini, and Talia, it had felt a bit empty. But with seventeen more elves suddenly added, the once spacious castle now felt quite cramped.

"I’ll have them move out tomorrow, then. The elves have decided to stay in Thune Territory—they’re our people now. How about arranging for them to settle at the foot of the mountain?"

"I never said I wanted to kick the elves out," Princess Angelia rolled her eyes and hugged Romon’s neck.

"I know, I know—Your Highness has a magnanimous heart. It’s all my decision."

"But you should keep their queen here—that’s basic protocol."

Angelia had been born and raised in the royal family, steeped in courtly rules since childhood. Keeping the queen of the elves close served two purposes: first, it showed respect, offering the leader special treatment. Second, it was about control—separating the head from the group prevented plots and reduced the risk of a small faction stirring up trouble or threatening the locals in an unfamiliar environment.

Romon nodded, seeing the wisdom in her words.

After all, those sixteen elven girls were all as flat as washboards, while Queen Akalaisi was the most "impressive" woman he’d ever seen.Her bust was so voluminous it nearly matched Angelia’s head in size—he wondered if burying his face there would risk suffocation.

"As you command, Your Highness," Romon replied.

"Hey, something’s poking me," Angelia suddenly complained.

"Then why don’t you sit down and see for yourself?"

Angelia was already more sensitive than most women, and this was her first time trying it in the water. The warm bathwater lapped at her skin, while the "dragon" below filled her completely. She couldn’t help herself, and despite there being guests in the castle tonight, seductive moans escaped her lips.

Meanwhile—

In the guest room, Queen Akalaisi had just taken her medicine. The stabbing pain near her heart eased a little—but then, a wave of passionate cries echoed through the halls.

She immediately grew flustered. Among her people, she was the most mature and had long since reached breeding age. But high elves were notoriously picky about their mates, which was why she’d remained untouched all this time.

That didn’t mean she was ignorant about such matters, though.

As Princess Angelia’s lustful cries filled the air, Akalaisi felt her cheeks flush with heat.

Quickly, she turned to her people and said, "All of you, go stand guard outside the castle. Take shifts, two at a time."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Akalaisi watched her people file out and couldn’t help but sigh inwardly: You’re all still too young. Only when you’re older will you be ready to listen to those sorts of sounds.