The Martial Unity

The cold war of the Kandrian Empire was just that; cold.

It was also a deadlock. None of the seven princes and princesses were able to gain a decisive advantage over their siblings. Each of them made progress at a similar pace, for the most part. They all had their strengths and shortcomings.

The deadlock didn't seem like it was going anywhere or to anyone. It seemed almost impossible to grow faster than they were and go ahead of their siblings. The possibility of one of their siblings shooting forward seemed rather impossible.

Until, of course, it happened.

Prince Raijun had gained an alarming boost in his ability to pull over the members of the Martial Union. He had always been stalled and unable to pull a greater proportion of the Martial Union to his side, but things had changed.

None of his siblings quite understood what happened, but in each meeting that Prince Raijun had with members and the portions of the Martial Union that he was previously unable to win over, he slowly started to earn their support.

The meeting was clandestine. He took every ounce of effort to hide what it was that he was doing. But by the time a certain Master exited one with him, they were already a part of his faction.

For some time now, Prince Raijun had also made an effort to hide himself even physically, refusing to allow anybody to get a good glimpse of him.

Almost like he had something to hide.

It was due to these measures that the other princes and princesses were unable to get a concrete grasp on what exactly happened. It appeared that the Martial Prince was extremely determined not to allow his siblings to learn what was happening or why he was able to suddenly make such progress.

He had learned from Princess Raemina's fiasco with the Beggar's Sect. He had minimized his staff to those who were personally vetted by high-grade Martial Masters. He had decided to get off his high horse and personally do the tiresome work that he would normally delegate to other people to minimize the possibility of leaks.

highest caliber that a member of the Royal Family was able to

worried them

for a diminishing returns index of about zero-point-five, it can be inferred that the Martial Prince may have complete support and allegiance over seventy percent of the Martial Union within three years," Princess

didn't so much as

so much as

her estimates of Prince Raijun's future progress based on past data made with some simplifying assumptions to convey the

A burly man narrowed his sharp eyes, stroking his beard. "That would be game over. I

his emotionless sister with eyes

at the start of this little presentation, these are not predictions, these are possibilities, Randal," Princess Rafia blankly corrected him. "The purpose of this presentation is to highlight that even in the worst-case scenario,

eyes, yet he didn't attempt to

realize that Prince Raijun's pertinent

about the driving force behind his recent progress in

a strange, soft smile rested upon her face. Randal's eyes deepened with

remarked with a bored expression. "Not that I care. It's actually amusing to see all of

her face as

wouldn't care," Prince Randal snorted with contempt. "You've got protection

hear that from a warmongering fool who seeks endless conquest," Princess Ranea's

glinted with rage

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