Kingdom Simulator: I, a Fallen Noble, Build a God-Level Kingdom!-Chapter 65: Where Is My Army?

Akalaisi’s body trembled slightly. She had never experienced such an exquisite sensation before. Romon’s hands, so different from her own, caressed her skin, bringing forth feelings she’d never imagined.

Romon’s fingers sank deeply into her snow-white bosom, his palm gently rubbing the tips of her peaks.

"My lord, my lord..." Akalaisi couldn’t help but murmur, her voice trembling in her throat. She tried her best to stifle any sound—after all, there were others outside.

But the waves of pleasure kept coming, one after another, crashing into her heart like surging tides. She could feel the doors of her self-restraint about to burst open. Once they did, she knew she would be completely lost, no longer caring about anything else.

Akalaisi tilted her head back, biting her red lips softly as springtide ripples danced in her emerald eyes.

High elves were born beautiful, their skin smooth and flawless. As the Elven Queen, Akalaisi was the most exquisite among them. In this moment, with her allure on full display, no man could possibly resist her.

Naturally, Romon didn’t intend to resist. If things weren’t going well in one area of his life, he would make sure to reward himself in another. Though he had long endured poor living conditions, he would not deny himself the pleasures of the flesh.

He didn’t let go. Instead, he reclined onto the bed, pulling Akalaisi onto his body as if she weighed nothing, his hands gripping her as if she were a bowling ball.

It was only then, lying atop Romon, that Akalaisi truly felt what she had been yearning for. She reached down, gently parting Romon’s nightshirt. The moment she saw what lay beneath, her cheeks flushed hotly.

"So this is what keeps that princess coming back night after night?" she couldn’t help but wonder to herself.

While she was still caught in her daze, Romon quickly adjusted his position and entered her, forceful and domineering.

The sudden mix of pain and overwhelming pleasure completely shattered the Elven Queen’s composure. She could no longer hold back and finally cried out in abandon.

Outside the castle—

The sixteen elven maidens, blessed with keen ears, exchanged glances with one another. They knew their queen’s voice well enough, but they had never heard anything like this before.

"The Queen sounds so happy, Daisy. I want to try it too," one whispered.

"Hush! Cover your ears and go take your post in the watchtower!" Daisy scolded.

"But the Queen sounds so satisfied, so joyful. What are they playing in there?"

"The Queen is simply following the call of her bloodline. When you are chosen to represent our lineage, you’ll understand what fate means."

"I see..."

Inside the castle—

Romon finished twice before he was finally satisfied, cleaning up the aftermath while giving Akalaisi’s soft, water-balloon-like breasts another squeeze.

"Ah, my lord, please rest a moment. I wish to bestow my blessing upon you," Akalaisi said breathlessly.

"A blessing?" Romon paused at the edge of the bed, slightly taken aback.

Seizing the moment, Akalaisi crawled over. With both hands, she gently cupped her favorite part of Romon, then leaned in and kissed it.

This kiss was unlike any ordinary kiss—it carried the inherited power flowing within the bloodline of the high elves. Only when the caster’s heart was truly invested could the blessing be bestowed upon its recipient.

Akalaisi was utterly content right now; she wished she could pull Romon tightly into her embrace and knead him to her heart’s content.

And so—

As she pressed her lips to him with all her devotion, an invisible force surged into every fiber of Romon’s being. He lifted his hand in astonishment—his skin felt tighter, his muscles stronger, and even his hearing and eyesight became noticeably sharper.

He could hear the heartbeats of those outside the door, and see far-off scenery through the window with clarity.

Even his stamina, which had just been spent, was instantly restored!

"What is this...?"

"This is the blessing that only the Elven Queen can bestow. My bloodline has chosen you, and it will enhance your physical abilities. Right now, your body should be at least on par with an ordinary knight," Akalaisi explained.

Romon, who was undoubtedly a mage, now had the physique of a knight as well. He’d become a mage who didn’t run out of mana and could also take a serious beating!

Of course, he had no plans to intentionally test just how much he could take. There were plenty of other ways to see just how strong his new body was!

"Akalaisi, then I have to return the favor!" Romon declared.

Seeing Romon ready to go at it all over again, Akalaisi quickly pleaded, "No, please, not again! It’s my first time, and it still hurts a lot... How about I use this instead?"

She squeezed her own ample breasts and pressed them together around him.

Romon shook his head silently. Her technique was honestly pretty clumsy—if Nini had a pair like this, he was sure she’d blow his mind. Maybe he’d have Nini give her a little guidance one of these days.

"Akalaisi, you should rest. I’m going to check on what everyone’s doing outside." With that, Romon got dressed and headed out.

As he stepped outside, not far away, Princess Angelia’s head snapped back from the guest room door as if she’d been shocked by lightning.

Seeing this, Romon strode over.

Sure enough, Angelia had been eavesdropping right at the door.

"So, Romon—did you manage to make that proud Elven Queen submit?" Princess Angelia asked, grinning slyly. "Don’t tell me you wasted all my effort. Want some deer antler soup to go a few more rounds?"

"Your effort?" Romon raised an eyebrow.

"Of course!" Angelia lowered her voice, speaking so only the two of them could hear. "Back then, I was willing to let you have your way because I was still recovering. But now, I’m back to full strength, and I’m about to break through. If you want to strengthen your ties with her, you can’t just rely on a life-saving favor. Do you have any idea how long elves live? Do you know how indifferent immortals can be about gratitude? It’s like... Imagine you raised a silkworm ten years ago, and it died. Would you still be sad about it now?"

Romon had considered what Angelia was saying before.

But most of his attention had been focused on the upcoming decisive battle—he planned to deal with everything else afterwards.

He hadn’t expected her to be even more anxious about it than he was.

Maybe, as the days ticked by and her return drew nearer, Angelia was starting to wish she didn’t have to go back at all.

"Don’t worry, Angelia," Romon said, pulling her into his arms. "I won’t let your efforts go to waste. This time, I’m definitely taking Thomas Nightingale’s head."

She’d started this fire—she could help put it out, too.

...

Meanwhile—

Nightingale Territory.

A ceremonial escort set out from the manor. As the Lord, Thomas Nightingale was bidding farewell to his family.

Standing beside his wife were their four children: two elder daughters, a younger daughter, and a young son. The older daughters were already married, and one of their husbands stood behind them. The youngest son looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old.

"Father, I’ve already put on my armor! Why can’t I go with you like my brother?" the youngest son demanded, his wrist held firmly by his tutor.

Thomas Nightingale smiled indulgently and replied, "I have five children. If I take both you and your brother with me, who will be left to protect the other three?"

With just a few words, he managed to calm his youngest son.

He went on, "Ryanie, when I return, if you pass your teacher’s test, I’ll give you the Thune family’s ancestral crest."

Hearing this, the boyish Ryanie broke into a wide grin. "I can do it! I know I can!"

Thomas Nightingale didn’t say much more to the other children. After his brief farewell, he mounted his horse and led the way.

At the head of the escort rode Thomas and Aiken.

On the rear left, there was a young man of about twenty who bore a strong resemblance to Thomas.

"Shawn, come here," Thomas Nightingale ordered without even turning his head.

"Yes, Father," Shawn Nightingale answered, his features handsome and refined. He urged his horse forward and asked, "What is it?"

"One day, you’ll inherit my position. So, after we take Thune Territory this time, I want you to keep your wits about you and manage that place well. When the day comes for you to succeed me, Thune Territory will be handed over to Ryanie. Do you understand?" Thomas explained at length, making sure to clarify what he’d just promised the younger son, so the eldest wouldn’t feel slighted.

Shawn chuckled and replied, "Then I’d better look out for Ryanie from now on."

Thomas grinned, "Enough joking. Back to business. When we reach Highmount Fortress, you’ll stay behind to command the army. Aiken and I will continue as the royal escort. Once we’ve brought out Her Highness the Princess, you’ll lead the charge immediately. Aiken will support you right away."

"Yes, Father!"

"Last night, I allocated two thousand gold coins for the military expenses at Highmount Fortress. They are to spare no effort in recruiting soldiers. Even if each man costs a gold coin a day, that’s an army of two thousand. Make the most of it, boy—this will be your first time as a commander."

"Don’t worry, Father!"

The ceremonial escort did not travel very quickly. Even with Thomas Nightingale personally urging them on, it still took two days to reach Highmount Fortress.

However—

As soon as they arrived at Highmount Fortress, Thomas Nightingale grew restless. The town felt unfamiliar to him, and the empty streets and deserted square only fueled his anger.

In his mind, there should have been at least two thousand soldiers assembled here, standing ready for battle!

But where was the army? There was nothing—absolutely nothing.

There weren’t even many ordinary townsfolk around; the place looked more like an abandoned ghost town.

"Mangton! You damned stupid pig, get your ass out here right now!" Thomas shouted, his face flushed with rage as his curses echoed down the main street.

It wasn’t long before a figure came running from a distance. Even from afar, Mangton waved frantically to Thomas Nightingale. "My Lord, you’re finally here! We’re saved!"

Seeing Mangton’s panicked expression, Thomas Nightingale hesitated for a moment. "What the hell happened?! Where is my army?"

He had sent the funds; all he wanted in return was a fighting force.

Mangton bowed low and stammered, "Lord, w-we were attacked by the enemy. As soon as the military funds arrived, they were stolen. Our men went after them, but we still haven’t heard if they’re alive or dead!"

By "the enemy," of course he meant men from the neighboring Thune Territory. The two sides were at war, and had long been enemies.