Kingdom Simulator: I, a Fallen Noble, Build a God-Level Kingdom!-Chapter 27: The On-Site Duel to Kill the Enemy Leader

"Master! Master!"

The beautifully adorned lady was on the verge of tears, fearing that her husband might be on the brink of death from the pain.

Unfortunately, she didn't know any healing spells. All she could do was hastily retrieve the small book from her husband's arms and stuff it into his hands.

Thomas trembled as he took the small book with a dark green cover, pressing it against his abdomen.

He barely managed to whisper a few words. Just like when he had treated his wife's ankle earlier, the dark green light began to glow, but this time, unlike before, the healing effect didn't work.

Instead, the small book with the dark green cover suddenly burst into green flames. The burning pain made Thomas shudder, and he quickly tossed it aside.

"Damn it!"

"I'll declare war on you, Romon Thune! You damn bastard!"

Seeing the situation getting out of hand, Lord Matthews, the head of the household, hurriedly stepped in. He could stand aside and watch the spectacle, but he couldn't let things escalate into a real fight.

After all, today was his daughter's coming-of-age ceremony. Two guests fighting on his territory would be a disgrace to the host.

"Get up, Thomas. I know this is just a joke. You've always been so humorous, always teasing the younger ones."

"I didn't..."

Thomas, visibly angry, was yanked up by Matthews.

"I understand, I understand, my friend. How about we go to the banquet and have a drink?" Matthews suggested.

"Let go of me!"

Thomas's beard trembled with rage. Not only did a younger person dare to make a move on him, but this Lord Matthews was also standing by and watching. It was clear Matthews was enjoying his embarrassment.

Both of them were no good!

Now that Thomas had gotten serious, Matthews wanted to act as a peacemaker?

He could shove that aside!

He straightened his back, adjusted his breathing and posture, and met Romon's gaze with defiance, then repeated his earlier declaration: "Romon Thune! You will be the last of the Thune family. I, Thomas Nightingale, Lord of Nightingale Territory, formally declare war on you!"

With the military strength of Nightingale Territory, it would take just half a day to flatten Thune Territory!

In the past, that barren land held no value. Now, however, with the discovery of magic crystal mines, this kid didn't know his place and dared to contradict him and even hurt him. Now, he had a justifiable reason to act.

"Well, old friend..." Matthews, hearing the declaration of war for the second time, started to look increasingly uncomfortable. Not only were the two guests getting into a real argument, but the Nightingale Lord probably didn't know that today's Romon was a lackey of the Princess. It was one thing to pick a fight with anyone, but picking a fight with Romon, who was backed by the Third Princess, would not end well for anyone. "The Princess is here today, you might want to stay calm."

"I will of course show the utmost respect to the Princess. As for this little brat, I must kill him on the battlefield!"

As the owner of Stone Town, Lord Nightingale was thoroughly informed about Thune Territory. After all, most of Thune's resources were purchased from Stone Town.

The Third Princess had already taken control of the Great Forest region, a land that young Thune had put in a great deal of effort to redeem. Wasn't the royal family's action here clear enough?

It was obvious they didn't want the Thune family to rise again! You redeem a piece, and I take another! And all he had done was stir the pot and take advantage of the situation!

"Kid, I hope you've inherited some of your grandfather's backbone. Don't hide away like a coward. Accept my declaration of war!" Thomas pushed forward aggressively.

Upon seeing this.

Romon didn't back down an inch. What did it mean to wield the emperor's authority to command the lords? He was far more capable of playing that game than anyone in this world!

As long as he had Angelia by his side, his territory was as strong as a fortress—no one would dare to step foot in it.

In fact, whoever declared war on him was opening themselves up to his guerrilla tactics!

"I accept," Romon said, preparing to summon his magic book and end the enemy leader with a single strike.

However, Lord Matthews immediately stepped between them, fully aware that he couldn't allow things to escalate further.

"Both of you! My gods! Please, give me some face! Today is my daughter's coming-of-age ceremony! At least refrain from fighting on my territory!" Matthews pleaded, his voice rising in desperation.

Though Matthews had been short on funds lately, his stature as a grand lord remained undeniable.

This was his estate. With a single command, the elite forces he had cultivated could immediately subdue the two men.

Both Romon and Thomas knew this well.

Romon reluctantly shelved his plan to eliminate the enemy leader for now.

The Nightingale Lord was simply an unplanned obstacle in this mission. The real objective had yet to be accomplished, and before that, he needed to keep Matthews in check.

"I have no objections," Romon declared.

"I..." Thomas still wanted to continue, but at his wife's subtle gesture, he glanced down and saw the red stain in his pants. Overcome by humiliation, he quickly rushed toward Matthews' villa.

As he ran, the pain intensified, and Romon, watching his awkward gait from behind, couldn't help but feel satisfied.

"Dammit!" Matthews muttered, watching Thomas go, instinctively squeezing his legs together, feeling a sympathy-pain, "I need to call for the doctor right away."

"Isn't he celibate? Is there really a need for treatment?"

"Oh, I mean to stop the bleeding."

...

The two lords quickly sealed off the details of their embarrassing encounter.

The manor remained harmonious, with no one whispering about the Nightingale Lord's mishap.

The event continued until nightfall.

A lord's daughter's coming-of-age ceremony generally lasted until evening, with the final dance being the highlight of the night.

At that point, the young men of the younger generation would try to invite the lord's daughter for a dance. Those who earned her favor might even receive special rewards.

These young men came from various families—some were the younger generations of other lords, while others were the vassals under Matthews' rule.

The lights illuminated the lavish hall, and Romon could see the numerous low-cut evening gowns, and the noble gentlemen were dressed in crisp, elegant attire.

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After a few rounds of drinking, the mood lifted.

Encouraged by the crowd, Lord Matthews, as the host, announced the start of the ball.

The crowd parted to clear the center of the hall, and Matthews' young daughter, the star of the evening, stepped forward.

From there, it was a matter of waiting for the young men of her generation to approach and invite her to dance.

Romon observed the scene, noting that although the nobles all had plenty of resources for makeup and attire, and their chosen spouses were undoubtedly beautiful, Matthews' daughter stood out.

She looked strikingly similar to her father—not just in facial features, but even in her figure, which bore a resemblance by about seventy percent.

"Next, my daughter will invite one lucky young man to dance. I wonder which fortunate fellow it will be?" Matthews suddenly announced.

At these words,

Romon was startled.

How dare he change the unspoken rules of the gathering? Could it be that he knew his daughter's physical appearance wasn't up to par, so he was flipping the script, turning passive into active?

This could spell trouble!

Romon quickly scanned the room. Among the young men of his generation, there were only five in total! And that included himself!

This meant that, at the very least, there was a one-in-five chance it could be him!

Romon, who hadn't flinched in the face of a standoff with Lord Thomas Nightingale, now found himself panicking. His heart raced—if he was chosen, he'd rather dance with Thomas' wife!

Step...

Matthews' daughter took her first step, and Romon instinctively avoided meeting her eyes, but his peripheral vision told him that she was heading straight for him!

Among the five young men in the room, they were all scattered around, standing in their respective little groups.

Romon had no group, no drink in hand—he was just wandering aimlessly.

And now, he was all alone in this corner. If Matthews' daughter walked over this way, there was no doubt that he would be the one invited!

This was a disaster! The sky was falling!

Watching Matthews' daughter move toward him, the Nightingale Lord in the crowd couldn't contain his amusement. His injuries had been treated, and the ball had now become an opportunity to enjoy Romon's discomfort.

As a lord, it was unthinkable to attend a ball without a dance partner. That would be a great embarrassment in noble society.

The lesser nobles didn't mind, but Romon was the true lord of Thune Territory.

He came to this ball, and not a single family was willing to associate with him—except Matthews, who had long been plotting something.

This adult ceremony was an important affair. Only after the two of them finished dancing would others be invited to join the floor.

At that point, Romon wouldn't even have a partner to switch with!

He would have to dance with Matthews' daughter from start to finish!

But then,

Just as the Nightingale Lord was gloating, a wine-red figure emerged from the back of the crowd and walked toward Romon. She pushed through the strangers standing near him and grabbed his right hand.

"I've been looking for you everywhere. So you're here dancing?"

Romon turned around in surprise. From the sound of her voice alone, he knew it was Angelia.