Frostwind's success was no longer a secret. Neighboring provinces were aware of the Sixth Prince's growing strength, and some were beginning to feel uneasy about his rapid consolidation of power.
Kael entered Arin's study with the latest intelligence reports.
"My lord, Lords Veyron and Selmira are continuing their maneuvers. But there's more—several minor nobles in the semi-independent provinces are approaching us quietly. They are seeking guidance, protection, or alliance."
Arin studied the map carefully.
"Good. Approach them, but subtly. We don't want open loyalty yet—we want influence, dependence, and respect. Let them see Frostwind as the solution to their problems."
Selene nodded.
"We can offer assistance with local disputes, military training, and infrastructure improvements. Make them reliant on Frostwind's support."
Lyra suggested adding a magical dimension.
"Mana nodes in their territories can ensure better resource flow and security. Once installed, their dependency will be unavoidable—but beneficial."
Rynor smirked.
"So we give them what they want, but only on our terms. Clever."
Arin's expression remained calm.
"Exactly. Power is subtle. Influence is stronger than force. Let them see Frostwind as an ally—and an authority they cannot ignore."
Within weeks, envoys and advisors spread to the semi-independent provinces. Conflicts were resolved, minor rebellions suppressed, and local trade improved. Elite troops trained select villagers and soldiers, showing the advantages of aligning with Frostwind.
Kael reported quietly one evening,
"My lord, Province A and Province B are showing increased loyalty and cooperation. Province C remains cautious, but is now seeking Frostwind's advice on governance and defense."
The system activated silently:
[SYSTEM PROMPT: Diplomatic Influence +12%]
[SYSTEM PROMPT: Vassal Loyalty +10%]
[SYSTEM PROMPT: Regional Stability Increased]
Arin convened his council once more.
"We will continue this approach. Patience is our weapon. Force only when necessary. Influence spreads faster than armies."
Rynor glanced at him with a grin.
"Sixth Prince, you've turned diplomacy into a weapon sharper than any sword."
Arin allowed a faint smile.
"Power is multifaceted. Military might, intelligence, economy, and diplomacy… all are threads. Pull one carefully, and the entire structure responds."
In the imperial capital, whispers spread.
"The Sixth Prince… consolidating influence beyond his territories… expanding loyalty networks… building alliances quietly… He is no longer weak."
And in the shadows, the hooded figure observed silently.
"He grows too quickly… Phase Two must proceed. He is becoming dangerous."
Arin stood on the walls of Frostwind, watching snow swirl over the valleys.
Soldiers trained diligently. Villages thrived. Trade continued.
The Sixth Prince was no longer merely surviving—he was mastering the game of power.
And the world would soon have to reckon with him.