"Are you sure Nanna's fine with this assignment?" Frost asked once they were clear of Princess Avira and Luna.
"Un, she said so herself." Maya replied with a smile, greatly alleviating Frost's worry.
"Very well I'll leave her in charge of the Princess. How are things on the Dungeon side?"
"The outpost on floor 5.5 is flourishing at pace and we've already started making preparation for the next bait reveal."
"Good, along with the completion of the defensive wall and promise of wide spanning developments people will continue to flock to the city-state of Niflheim in the coming months."
Though much of Frost's and his team's focus was on the establishment of the new defensive wall care was still taken in other areas. New businesses repeatedly opened up within the original Camp's grounds as well as within the Dungeon's first outpost. Thus constantly bringing in vast sums of wealth as well as attracting more and more merchants and tradespeople to the territory.
The many quarries and mines established on the 'Floor of peace' were also opened up to the public, allowing adventurers and labourers to work in sectors beyond simple hunting and building of the outside walls.
On top of that Frost never stopped thinking about ways to increase his Dungeon's draw to his most important clientele, the adventurers.
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These profit and thrill seeking people always needed something new to keep their attention and Frost wasn't one to let them down.
With the floor jumping stones becoming a big hit, drawing more and more people to the lower floors Frost had to revamp these areas to fit the rise in delvers. Mainly adding the occasional spawner, room expansion and or areas of highly sought after herbs and plants.
Alas he felt this still wasn't enough thus he came up with the idea of providing battle mounts for his guests. From his talks with Daki, Frost had learned much about the monster rancher profession given that her brother was one.
The profession itself was labour intensive, emotional and even rather expensive but the rewards if done correctly far outweighed the costs.
With the Dungeon being what it is and Frost being in a position of complete dominance amongst the monsters he summons much of the intense efforts required in starting up a ranch and maintaining it were easily fulfilled.
The problem however was that it was well known throughout Nova that monsters birthed within monster lairs and bound to their domain cannot be contracted, under any circumstances.
"...In your case it'd be more akin to a cow." Maya muttered under her breath as she eyed the large swaying mounds attached to Daki's chest.
Though she spoke quietly her words were clearly heard by Daki as she rapidly turned around and glared her way.
"As if you can talk, it's not like your udders are that much smaller than mine, at least by working hard mine won't sag when I get older."
A vicious standoff thus began between the two beautiful women. Sparks of lightning flashed between them as fire radiated from their eyes. Frost was unfortunately smack damn in the middle, forced to endure their quarrelling.
"Seems I need to spent some more time with the two of you lest you tear each other's throats out from frustration." With all work and no play his girlfriends were obviously a bit pent up and quick to aggression, alas there truly was no time.
The moment he or they decided to indulge themselves half a day would go by at the very least.
'I really need more Yunas in my life.' It was growing more and more apparent as the scope of the territory and the Dungeon grew the more he needed help running it and not just any help, skilled help that was privy to his secrets. Unfortunately he wasn't at a level of being able to wantonly summon B-rank monsters who could safely be placed in such positions of power.
Though there was no time to indulge in carnal pleasure Frost did take out a precious 15 minutes from his schedule to hold the two of them in his arms and occasionally lather them with kisses and affection which seemed to alleviate their pent up stress somewhat.
Over the following couple days Princess Avira while disguised wandered around the Niflheim city-state. On the surface she was taking in the sights and buying up supplies for her upcoming journey to Icethorne but beneath she was analysing every single inch of the city, trying to find some sort of clue in regards to Frost's background.
The unknown was scary and as long as Frost remained a mystery she would struggle to feel relaxed. Though she wasn't foolishly arrogant like her brother Randolph she did find the fact that an unknown person unrelated to their empire successfully setting up such a thriving business on their veritable doorstep in so little time unnerving.
He could be considered somewhat friendly at the moment but who knows when that could change. With such a severe change in Northrend's political state Avira had grown accustomed to gauging potential threats. Frost unfortunately sat fairly high on that list.
Frost of course was made aware of her antics early on but let her be. He understood her wariness and even respected it, she had every right to be cautious when it came to powerful strangers.
As long as it was just being cautious it was fine however if that cautiousness ever turned into some sort of preventative action he would be forced to nip this problem in the bud.
The ball was in Avira's court. Would she be unable endure a possible threat or would she realise the folly of going against him and in turn either chose to simply ignore him or establish a friendly relationship like the Furanos.
Or perhaps something more...intimate.