Kingdom Simulator: I, a Fallen Noble, Build a God-Level Kingdom!-Chapter 70: You Should Execute Him

An hour later.

The Bloodthirsty Wolf pack led the charge, followed by the Magitech Drone battalion, and then Akalaisi, Talia, and Nini.

All the troops gathered at the coal mine area.

As soon as Akalaisi arrived, she leaped in front of Romon.

She looked at the Black Coal Ball beside Romon and exclaimed in surprise, "Lord Romon, how did you manage to tame a Charcoal Sprite?"

"Charcoal Sprite? It?" Romon looked at the Black Coal Ball, finding it hard to imagine that this thing could be a Sprite.

Aren’t Sprites supposed to be small, with little wings, and very cute?

"That’s right, it is a Charcoal Sprite." Akalaisi, speaking to this point, slightly pulled Romon three steps away and whispered, "It’s an elemental creature born from a mix of fire and earth elements. It has an evil nature, enjoys destruction, and wherever it goes, there are fires. Moreover, it easily gets angry and loses control when it hears bad things about itself."

"... Really..."

There indeed had been a fire.

But it had already been dealt with.

Romon whispered back, "Then, does what you just said count as bad things about it?"

"Yes."

"Hmm?"

Hearing the Black Coal Ball’s voice, Romon looked over and saw that red spots had appeared on its skin.

If this wasn’t anger, then why was the surrounding temperature rising again?

"Good child, relax, no one is saying anything bad about you, we’re all complimenting your beauty." Romon soothed, reaching out to stroke it instinctively.

The Black Coal Ball, fearing it might burn Romon, quickly lowered its surface temperature.

Seeing this scene, Akalaisi couldn’t help but be puzzled. Carbon Sprites were known for their short tempers and difficulty in being appeased.

When they got angry, they wouldn’t listen to anything until their anger was spent.

And their anger could last for months, even years!

When did a Carbon Sprite become so wise and caring towards its owner?

It was wise to the point of not seeming like a Carbon Sprite at all.

"Lord Romon, it seems you’ve found a special treasure," Akalaisi concluded.

What she didn’t know was that this was all thanks to the [Culture] value.

A creature’s personality is hard to change, but a creature with high culture knows how to control its emotions.

It would still get angry when it should, but it knew how to prioritize. That’s what culture is.

"Akalaisi, let’s not talk about this anymore. The vanguard has already set out. I don’t require you to fight, but I need you to accompany me," Romon said, getting to the point.

High Elves have their own principles. They are not a race that enjoys warfare; in fact, they somewhat detest it.

Fortunately, Romon didn’t need Akalaisi to fight in the battle. His regular army was sufficient to capture cities and territories.

He only needed Akalaisi to stay by his side, ensuring his safety.

In case any more reckless individuals sent assassins, they would get a taste of the Dawnstrider Archer’s prowess.

"I swear to protect you," Akalaisi declared solemnly.

She was not only guarding her Lord but also her breeding partner.

The High Elf bloodline had chosen Romon, and no matter what, she had to ensure his safety.

If anything happened to Romon, her breeding mission would be over.

"Let’s go."

The assault on Millbrook was unlike the attack on Highmount Fortress.

The previous attack on Highmount Fortress was primarily to test the third-generation machines. It took some clever maneuvering to capture Mangton.

This time, however, they were on a tight schedule. He intended to flatten the city in one wave, then suppress and take control by force.

Millbrook was the most prosperous and advanced of the three towns—Stone Town, Highmount Fortress, and Millbrook. Many of the craftsmen who built the princess’s royal estate came from Millbrook.

"Shh~~"

Romon whistled, and the Bloodthirsty Wolf King immediately approached. It obediently lay down in front of Romon, its massive nose almost touching him.

"We’ll ride it."

He had long dreamed of being a wolf rider, but due to various pressing matters, he never found the opportunity. Now, he finally could make it happen.

The two of them lightly leaped onto the Bloodthirsty Wolf King’s broad back.

The fur on its back was like one-meter-long thatch, not particularly soft.

Romon wrapped his arms around Akalaisi, grabbed a handful of wolf hair, and ordered, "Let’s go."

Millbrook’s defensive capabilities relied mainly on the fortifications and machinery on its walls. Conventional armies found it difficult to breach these defenses.

But once the Magitech Drones arrived, those defensive mechanisms became useless.

After the first wave of attacks, the fortifications and machinery on the walls were instantly reduced to ash.

Romon needed the population, the town, and their loyalty, so he couldn’t cause too much destruction within the city.

Therefore, after destroying the machinery on four sections of the wall, he ordered the operators to carry out a decapitation operation.

By destroying the town hall and targeting the officials with their distinctive clothing, they could quickly gain control of Millbrook.

That night.

Under pressure, the last official of Millbrook opened the city gates and surrendered.

Romon did not enter the city himself but instead sent in the regular army first, as he had seen at least 50 red dots on the Simulator Blueprint!

The people of Millbrook were different from those of Stone Town. They enjoyed a prosperous life and a comfortable living environment, naturally having a deep love for their land. As the invader, Romon expected to be met with hostility.

The warm welcome he received in Stone Town was an exceptional case.

"Nini, have the assassin team start their work. Eliminate some troublemakers and reduce the hostility towards me through propaganda. At the same time, deploy the regular army to ensure security within the city. Talia, announce the generous policies of Thune Territory and conduct positive propaganda. I will formally enter the city in three days."

Romon stood at a distance, observing the situation, and began issuing orders.

The two capable subordinates accepted their tasks and headed towards Millbrook.

...

Meanwhile.

In the capital.

Inside the royal palace.

The news of Thomas Nightingale’s defeat reached the Nightingale family, and the elder sisters immediately brought their younger brother, Ryanie Nightingale, to the palace for an audience.

Ryanie’s face was still streaked with tears. He could not accept his father’s death, especially since his father had promised to give him the Thune family crest, but now...

"Ryanie, wipe away your tears. We are about to meet His Majesty the King. You must stand tall and make the king give you your father’s position," the eldest sister said firmly, gripping Ryanie’s shoulder.

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They cannot live for themselves alone.

"But, sister, Father never taught me how to be a Lord. He always only took Big Brother with him," Ryanie sobbed.

"Then, Ryanie, you must imitate Big Brother," the eldest sister’s voice finally trembled. She had lost both her father and her older brother, the pillars of the family.

When the sky falls, the tallest must hold it up. Now, she, the second sister, had become the family’s pillar.

At that moment, a knight in silver armor approached.

"Nightingale family, follow me," the knight commanded.

The knight’s tone was ambiguous, whether it was filled with schadenfreude or simply a product of their heightened sensitivity in that moment.

As these complex emotions intertwined in their hearts, the knight had already pushed open a grand door. Inside, the hall was illuminated by rows of candles, their flickering flames reflecting off the ceiling and floor.

A king, dressed casually, lounged on the throne. The candlelight obscured his face, but his eyes glinted with an authority that brooked no defiance.

"Tap, tap, tap~~~"

The sound of their footsteps was clear as they walked to the center of the hall, where they promptly knelt.

"Your Majesty."

The sisters spoke in unison, their voices echoing slightly in the vast, empty chamber.

The king remained silent for a long while, his presence so overwhelming that it made Ryanie struggle to breathe. Just as Ryanie was about to break down in tears, the king finally spoke.

"So, these are the young ones of the Nightingale family."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Thomas and his eldest son are both dead. Who among you will take over his Lordship?"

Though the king phrased it as a question, throughout the entire kingdom, there had never been a woman who held the position of Lord.

The Nightingale sisters understood this well. Therefore, they did not argue among themselves but instead looked in unison at Ryanie. This was not something they could say; Ryanie needed to muster the courage to face the king and accept the heavy responsibility.

A fourteen-year-old boy, who had rarely ventured far from home, now had to stand in the oppressive grand hall and face an equally oppressive king.

Despite his efforts to be brave, his voice still trembled, "I, I, Your Majesty, I am, I am Ryanie Nightingale, the, the younger brother of my sisters... no, I am the one who will take over the Lordship of Nightingale Territory... the man."

The hall fell silent, the weight of the moment pressing down on everyone. The sisters held their breath, their hopes and fears resting on the young boy’s shoulders.

The three sisters felt a bead of sweat roll down their backs as they listened to their young brother’s stammering and awkward plea. They couldn’t blame him; he was still grieving the loss of his father and was now under the intense scrutiny of the king. Even some adults would have found the pressure overwhelming, let alone a young boy.

Sure enough.

After hearing Ryanie’s words, the king fell into another prolonged silence. It was unclear whether he was sleeping or attending to other matters.

Another long moment passed.

Finally, the king looked at Ryanie as if he were a mere ant, staring deeply into his eyes. Then, with the ease of making a trivial decision, he said, "You are the Lord of Nightingale Territory. If there is nothing else, return to your lands."

Phew—

The three sisters let out a deep sigh of relief upon hearing this. At least their brother had successfully inherited their father’s title as Lord. This meant they could now issue proclamations across the entire Nightingale Territory in the name of their new Lord.

However.

Just as they were about to breathe a sigh of relief, Ryanie, now officially the Lord, lifted his head and looked directly at the king. With a voice that was almost a shout, he declared, "It was the Thune family who killed my father! He should be put to death! My king, you must execute him!"

This was what he truly wanted to say, not the hesitant and trembling words from before.

The hall fell silent once more, the weight of Ryanie’s bold words hanging in the air. The sisters exchanged worried glances, knowing that such a demand could easily anger the king. But Ryanie stood his ground, his young face determined despite the fear in his eyes.

The king’s gaze turned sharper, and for a moment, the air seemed to crackle with tension. The sisters held their breath, waiting for the king’s response.