Chapter 29: Orbital Magic
Romon couldn't help but smile to himself. Just hours ago, Lord Matthews had sworn to protect the ancestral lands. Now, only a few hours later, he was the legal owner of the vast wasteland.
The princess was truly a high-risk, high-reward gamble.
Despite the demon-like instability that came with her, her efficiency in getting things done was undeniable.
If he had been the one negotiating, he probably would have worn his mouth out without getting anywhere.
"Your generosity will be remembered for generations to come," Romon replied.
Matthews gritted his teeth but didn't speak. He silently walked away.
As soon as Matthews returned to the ballroom, Lord Nightingale came straight toward him, and the two nearly collided.
"Ah!"
"Old friend, how's your injury? You really shouldn't push yourself too hard."
"It's not important," Matthews replied, brushing it off. "But Matthews, tell me, what exactly is the relationship between the princess and that kid? Your steward said the brat came along for the ride—are they still spending time together in the same room?" Lord Nightingale questioned sharply.
His expression had taken on a menacing look. His own mistakes were troubling, but the thought of that brat clinging to a powerful leg was even more infuriating.