Frostwind had grown into a province that no rival could ignore. Its villages thrived, trade routes were secure, and the elite army was disciplined and well-trained. Yet Arin knew that real power required forward-thinking preparation, not just reaction.
He convened his closest aides in the council hall.
"Frostwind is secure, our influence is growing, and our allies are loyal. But we cannot wait for threats to force our hand. We must create conditions that favor us in advance."
Kael spread intelligence reports across the table.
"My lord, there are minor power struggles in the eastern and northern provinces. Internal conflicts are rising. If we act subtly, we can guide the outcomes without open confrontation."
Arin nodded.
"Exactly. We will identify influential families, train their heirs, provide support under the guise of assistance, and ensure loyalty grows organically. Those who resist… we will manage carefully."
Selene added, "We should continue refining multi-role squads. Soldiers who can fight, scout, and manage small magical devices will give us flexibility in both defense and diplomacy."
Lyra chimed in, "Mana infrastructure upgrades in key towns can secure energy flow for industry and defense. Any province connected this way will rely on Frostwind for survival."
Rynor smirked.
"So, we turn support into influence, and influence into power. Subtle, but effective."
Arin allowed a faint smile.
"Subtlety is often stronger than brute force. Let others see Frostwind as a helper, a stabilizer… until they cannot imagine surviving without it."
The system updated silently:
[SYSTEM PROMPT: Long-Term Strategy Activated]
[SYSTEM PROMPT: Provincial Influence +10%]
[SYSTEM PROMPT: Elite Unit Readiness +5%]
Over the following weeks, envoys traveled to neighboring provinces. Minor disputes were resolved, local defenses were reinforced, and trade agreements were strengthened. All the while, Frostwind's elite army drilled in anticipation of sudden deployments.
Kael reported in confidence one evening:
"My lord, Lords Veyron and Selmira are showing subtle signs of concern. They observe our movements more cautiously now. Our influence is being noticed."
Arin gazed toward the horizon, where mountains stretched endlessly.
"Let them watch. Let them miscalculate. Every move we force from them teaches us more about their strengths and weaknesses."
In the imperial capital, whispers reached even the Emperor's ears.
"The Sixth Prince… consolidating provinces, training elite troops, building intelligence networks… He is no longer insignificant. What is he planning next?"
And in the distant shadows, the hooded figure observed, voice soft and deliberate:
"He has grown faster than expected. Phase Two is imminent… and the world will soon face the consequences of his rise."
Arin stood atop Frostwind's walls, the snow swirling around him. Soldiers trained below, merchants traded freely, and the province thrived under his leadership.
The Sixth Prince was no longer weak. He was preparing for the next stage of his dynasty.