Chapter 52 – Development and Welfare of Eisenwald
Several weeks after the victory at Falkenrath, Eisenwald began to show tangible changes. The once desolate and murky marshlands slowly transformed into bustling villages, some growing into small towns. Muddy paths were replaced with wooden planks and stone roads, making it easier for merchants and citizens to move around, even during heavy rains.
Fenrir Eisenwald surveyed his territory, accompanied by a few advisors. His sharp gaze swept across every activity, ensuring that each development progressed according to plan. The aroma of baked bread, merchants' calls, and the clip-clop of horses in the marketplace became the new music for a land that had once been silent. Fenrir allowed himself a faint smile at the progress.
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In the castle hall, Fenrir sat with the village heads from various regions. The main topic that evening was the welfare of the people and the food distribution system.
"We must not burden the people with excessive taxes," Fenrir asserted. "They are the backbone of Eisenwald. If they starve, the entire territory will collapse."
The village heads took careful notes. Fenrir continued, "Taxes will be adjusted according to each village's harvest. Surplus will be stored in central warehouses for emergencies, ensuring no one goes hungry."
The room fell silent. Some were astonished by the young baron's meticulousness, yet everyone understood that these decisions were made for the good of the people.
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In villages growing into small towns, construction continued. Roads were widened, wooden bridges built to connect the marshlands with new farmland, and simple homes reinforced with stone and tiles.
Fenrir inspected the iron mine on the outskirts of the marsh. "These iron supplies aren't just for trade. They're also for defending our lands," he said. The lava-red aura surrounding him pulsed faintly, signaling his focus and sense of responsibility.
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In the market, villagers whispered to each other about the ongoing changes.
"Look at our roads, now better than neighboring villages," said a child to his grandfather.
"That young man… he's different. He thinks about the people, not just power," replied the elder.
Another merchant added, "I heard he even personally inspected the rice distribution. Not just sitting in his castle."
In a distant corner, an old craftsman grumbled. "He moves too fast sometimes, it's intimidating. But… the results speak for themselves."
Fenrir, observing from afar, allowed a subtle smile. He wanted to be known as a strong yet just leader.
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That night, Fenrir stood on the castle balcony, staring at the stars. Eisenwald had changed—from silent marshes to developing villages, from worthless land to a small, thriving town.
Yet Fenrir knew this was only the beginning. Enemies still lurked nearby, and spies from neighboring territories watched his every move. For now, the people had enough to eat, markets were busy, and development was progressing smoothly. That was enough for today.
But deep in his heart, the Crimson Wolf knew one truth: peace was merely a chance to prepare for tomorrow's challenges.
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