Pioneer Lord: I Have Conquering System

"They can’t stand us just because I’m handsome and you’re beautiful? There’s no justice in this world!" The Lord touched his own face, incensed.

’So it’s a crime to be handsome these days, is it?’

’If that’s the case, then my crimes would be too numerous to count.’

"Pfft." Even Liya, her heart full of worry, couldn’t help but laugh at the Lord’s shamelessness.

"Levi, while I admit that in terms of looks alone, you’re not inferior to those beautiful Elves, you’re still a bit too narcissistic."

"I’m not inferior to those pretty boys in *any* way, thank you very much," Levi indignantly corrected her imprecise statement.

Liya didn’t dwell on the matter. She continued, "You know that almost seventy percent of the Northern Nobles believe in the Ice and Snow Goddess, and we’ve both been branded with the label of the Holy Light Church."

"Besides..." She looked at the Lord seriously. "Among a group of Northern People, the mere fact that we’re two Southern People, you know? It’s like a pair of poor, helpless kittens mixed in with a pack of dogs. We couldn’t stick out more if we tried."

"And as a result, you were the first to take down a town, you were the one who defeated three High Tier Mages, and you were the one who captured a member of the Military Nobility."

"It’s driven them mad with jealousy, and at the same time, made them ostracize us even more."

"Especially that speech of yours. It was like a roaring fire setting a dry haystack ablaze."

At this, Liya tucked a strand of her golden hair behind her ear. The Highland Tulip broke into a smile. "Levi, I’m very happy you were able to say those words."

In that instant, even Levi, who had weathered the bombardment of many beauties, couldn’t help but lose himself for a heartbeat before coming to his senses.

He played the straight man, saying, "Please, continue."

"Your statement—’you are my only Feudal Lord’—has given those Northern Nobles the perfect reason to attack you in front of my aunt Fulina."

Levi was indeed the Baron of Exploration she had ennobled, but less than a day after the ceremony, disaster struck in Kolon.

Her grandfather, the Duke, who was preparing to name her his heir, suddenly fell ill. Her mother was captured by Damon’s men, and she herself was about to be caught.

This world is a realistic one. Any normal person in that situation would have likely looked the other way and gone off to develop their own Pioneer Territory afterwards.

But what did this Baron do? Facing Damon, who had already seized control of Kolon, he fought his way out with her alone and even escorted her safely to Bailiu City, where her aunt was.

Afterwards, her aunt Fulina, a Duke, showered this Baron she had ennobled with all sorts of rewards, even granting him an honorary title of the Northern Territory.

And what did he do in return? He still didn’t betray her. He secretly sent men to guard her and, moreover, showed his support through his actions.

If it weren’t for this Lion Hunter Knight’s unyielding stance, she probably wouldn’t have even been able to come south with them.

Thus, Liya’s gratitude for this was beyond what words could express.

Any smart person would not have chosen to invest in her—an heir with nothing but an empty title. Yet, he still did so without any hesitation.

’It must have been that old coot Tess who reported it,’ Levi thought, his brow twitching.

In reality, he hadn’t been secretive about what he’d said. Not only had the two Counts heard him, but so had many Northern Soldiers and people from High Cliff Castle.

"It doesn’t matter. Those were my thoughts, and I felt like saying them, so I did." The Lord shrugged.

"Besides, even if I hadn’t said that, would these Northern People have welcomed us?"

"On the surface, this campaign to the south is to help us reclaim your title. But in reality, they know damn well what their true purpose is."

"If they don’t like us, they don’t like us. We’re not made of mud anymore. Anyone who wants to test us is free to try."

Levi chuckled twice. It was a cold sound.

He wasn’t very interested in infighting, especially with a great enemy at the gates. But if someone was blind enough to provoke him, he wouldn’t mind teaching them a lesson on how to behave.

If things really went sour with Fulina, at worst, he’d just fight his way out with Liya again and disappear into the Wilderness.

Fortunes change. With the system as his safety net, it wouldn’t be long before he could launch another southern expedition—only this time, the target might just be the Northern Territory itself.

After that, the two chatted about some interesting tidbits and daily life before he sent someone to arrange accommodations for Liya.

As a large number of people flooded into Kalia Town, the small border town began to tremble once more. All the original residents hid in their homes, and from behind cracks in doors and holes in walls, many pairs of terrified, glittering eyes prayed for these outsiders to leave as soon as possible.

And in one of these houses, a certain someone was wholeheartedly stuffing his face.

"Sir, when do you think this war will end?"

The hunched little old man sat by the stove, his hands tucked into his sleeves, asking curiously.

Their interactions over the past few days had let him know that this customer was easy to talk to, so he had grown a bit bolder.

He just didn’t know how the man had found his house. With a horde of grunts flooding Kalia Town these last few days, he had decided not to set up his stall for the first time in nearly ten years to avoid any trouble, planning to sleep in for once.

But just as the sky was beginning to brighten, a loud BANGING had erupted from his front door. He’d thought it was those grunts, coming to drag people away or rob them.

Just as he was trembling, trying to decide whether to hide under the bed and pretend he hadn’t heard, or to duck into the wardrobe, the door was kicked open. It was only after a closer look that he realized it was an acquaintance.

Thinking of this, he glanced at the still-wobbly door and sighed.

"Hard to say. It won’t be over anytime soon, that’s for sure." Levi said, devouring the corn cakes one after another.

The things tasted a bit like the cream puffs from his previous life. So, whether it was to satisfy a craving or to savor the taste of his past, he had come to this old man’s stall for breakfast every single day, rain or shine.

Who would’ve thought the guy would actually take a day off today.

’Right, right. I, the lord who works like a dog, haven’t taken a break, but the breakfast vendor is resting.’

’Have you earned enough for a horse? Have you earned enough for a coffin? Have you earned enough for your granddaughter’s dowry? How can you sleep at night?’

It was the last straw. In the end, the Lord had gone directly to the old man’s house, determined to make him "tearfully" accept his money.

"Sir, here’s some lemon tea I made for you." A young girl in a brown dress and a white apron placed a cup on the table. "Eating only this can get heavy. The lemon tea will cut through the richness."

"Thanks," Levi said subconsciously, without looking up.

The girl’s face flushed slightly. She quickly ran back to griddle more corn cakes, but she kept stealing glances at the Lord with her peripheral vision, thinking she was being discreet.

Seeing this, the little old man sighed again. As someone with experience, he knew exactly what was on his granddaughter’s mind.

Although he didn’t know who this person was, his status was certainly sky-high. The most direct evidence was that even many much older people treated this young man with great reverence.

He was completely out of the league of commoners like them.

But he couldn’t bear to crush his granddaughter’s hopes, so he could only choose to turn a blind eye.

The old man pulled a pipe from his coat, rolled some tobacco leaves, and was about to take a puff. But then he remembered he had a guest, so he regretfully wrapped the tobacco in paper and stuffed it back into his coat.

In the end, he could only choose to shoot the breeze to pass the time.

"Lately, a bunch of burly men in really nice-looking Armor have been coming here every day, talking about some Ho... Holy Light thingamajig..."

"The Holy Light Church."

"Right, that’s it, the Holy Light Church stuff. They want us to believe in someone called the Holy Light Goddess, and they even give the villagers free medical Treatment." The old man was probably talkative due to his age. "If you ask me, believing in this stuff won’t earn me an extra copper coin, and it certainly won’t fill my belly. Why believe in it for no reason?"

"First they told us to believe in some Earth Mother Goddess, and now here comes a Holy Light Goddess. I don’t know why these big shots keep changing their minds."

"But, their Treatment is really effective. My leg always hurts terribly when winter comes, but after they touched it with their hands, it got better."

Saying this, the old man patted his leg with a satisfied expression.

"Old Ke, you’re one of a kind." The Lord gave him a thumbs-up.

’This old man really sees things clearly. He even managed to get a free Holy Light Healing session from those big oafs.’

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