I Summon Female Knights

The morning rain over Sector 1 was heavy and cold, washing over the sleek glass panels of the Old Federal Mint.

Outside the building, blue emergency beacons flashed against the wet granite walls. Bureau tactical cruisers and unmarked corporate security sedans blocked off the surrounding streets, while heavily armed Bureau officers established a strict perimeter.

Deep within the subterranean bedrock beneath the mint, inside Subterranean Vault ALT-5, the atmosphere was suffocating.

Captain Vale stood in the center of the vast, empty vault room, his heavy coat soaked from the rain outside, his dark leather gloves clasped behind his back. Beside him, Officer Elena adjusted her tactical visor, scanning the rows of completely barren steel shelves. Standing near the central terminal was Director Marcus Sterling, his tailored suit disheveled, his face pale and contorted in absolute, vein-popping fury.

”It’s all gone!” Sterling shouted, his voice echoing off the cold steel walls. ”Two hundred and fifty million in bearer chips, thirty B-Tier cores, and fifteen tons of refined adamantine ingots! Gone! wiped out in under five minutes!”

Captain Vale slowly turned his head to look at Sterling, his dark eyes sharp and unblinking. ”And you waited four hours to report this breach to the Bureau, Director Sterling? Why? Because Vault ALT-5 doesn’t exist on any official municipal permit?”

Sterling swallowed hard, his jaw tightening as he gestured wildly at the central computer console. ”That is irrelevant, Captain! Look at the terminal logs! The hack originated from an internal Apex Guild cryptographic protocol! They bypassed my spatial wards, looted my asset reserve, and executed my contractor squad in Sector 9! I want Apex Guild’s executive board arrested for corporate espionage and armed robbery immediately!”

Elena stepped toward the central terminal, her gloved fingers tapping rapidly across a portable forensic scanner linked directly to the console’s optical fiber port.

”Digital signature analysis complete,” Elena reported smoothly, her voice crisp and disciplined despite the lingering fatigue in her eyes. ”Director Sterling is correct regarding the terminal logs. The cryptographic key used to freeze the diagnostic loop matches the Class-A encryption used by Apex Guild’s strike command.”

Sterling smirked triumphantly. ”You see?! I told you!”

”However,” Elena cut in coldly, turning her visor toward Sterling, ”the physical telemetry tells an entirely different story.”

Vale stepped closer to Elena. ”What did you find, Elena?”

Elena knelt on the polished steel floor near the center aisle, pointing her scanner’s ultraviolet beam down at the pristine surface.

”There are zero signs of forced entry. The physical spatial-displacement wards were not shattered- they were bypassed seamlessly from the inside,” Elena explained, zooming in on microscopic structural readings projected on her wrist screen. ”Furthermore, the total weight of the missing equipment exceeds twelve tons. To move twelve tons of dense alloys and cores out of this basement in under five minutes without using the freight elevator, Apex Guild would have needed a full convoy of heavy transport trucks and a fifty-man logistics crew.”

”They used spatial storage items!” Sterling argued frantically.

”An A-Tier spatial storage ring has a capacity of roughly two cubic meters,” Elena countered flatly. ”To move twelve tons of refined adamantine and military hardware in five minutes would require over twenty high-tier spatial items... a collection worth more than the entire contents of this vault combined. No guild on Earth possesses that kind of spatial logistics capability.”

Captain Vale walked over to the empty steel rack where the two-ton crate of adamantine had rested. He ran his gloved finger over the cold metal surface.

”No heavy machinery marks,” Vale noted quietly, his deep baritone heavy with suspicion. ”No scuff marks on the floor. No residual mana heat from plasma cutters or physical breaches. The assets weren’t hauled away... they were erased.”

Vale turned back to look at Elena, his expression darkening. ”This wasn’t Apex Guild.”

”No, Director,” Elena agreed softly, her visor reflecting the empty vault room. ”The Apex Guild cryptographic signature on the terminal is too clean. It was deliberately planted to incite a corporate war between Vanguard and Apex. The entity who cleared this vault is the exact same one who executed the Ashen Fang squad in Sector 9 and cleared the Ironwood Sentinel in Sector 3.”

Sterling blinked, his face draining of color. ”The... the Unknown Wanderer?”

”He didn’t just clear your vault, Sterling,” Vale said, walking up to the corporate executive until he towered over him, his eyes burning with cold disgust. ”He played you. You hired rogue assassins to hunt him down, and he took their private vault keys from their corpses, walked into your secret slush fund, looted your entire reserve, and handed you a fake clue so you’d destroy your own corporate allies.”

Sterling opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He staggered back against the central console, clutching his chest as the reality of his total financial ruin settled in.

”Officer Elena,” Vale ordered, turning on his heel toward the vault exit. ”Confiscate all local server drives and seal this floor under Bureau emergency jurisdiction. Director Sterling’s private licenses are officially revoked pending a full federal inquiry into unrecorded B-Tier core possession.”

”Understood, Director,” Elena bowed slightly, signaling her squad to lock down the console.

...

Two hours later, the rain had eased into a quiet, grey drizzle over Sector 9.

Officer Elena sat alone inside her unmarked Bureau reconnaissance vehicle parked near the abandoned shipping channel. She had taken a temporary leave from the Sector 1 crime scene, following a faint, anomalous digital trace her forensic scanner had flagged during the vault investigation.

Deep inside the raw data logs of the hacked terminal, she had found a microscopic signal bleed... a tiny, sub-zero frequency ripple that didn’t match modern human internet protocols. It was a digital ghost trail that had flickered for less than three milliseconds before vanishing into Sector 9’s public cellular network.

Elena looked down at her tablet, where the signal coordinates pointed to a quiet, narrow street three blocks from the industrial docks.

”It doesn’t make sense,” Elena muttered to herself, rubbing her eyes. ”An entity capable of solo-cleaving B-Tier apex constructs and bypassing Class-A corporate wards wouldn’t leave an unencrypted signal trace on a public network... unless it was an accident.”

She pulled her heavy coat over her uniform, stepped out of her vehicle, and walked down the quiet, rain-slicked sidewalk.

The street was lined with old brick storefronts, closed warehouses, and small local shops. At the corner of the block sat a quiet, dimly lit coffee shop with fogged glass windows and a small neon sign buzzing softly in the damp air.

Elena pushed open the glass door, a small brass bell chiming above her head.

The shop was mostly empty. Sitting in the back corner near a rain-streaked window was a tall, broad-shouldered man wearing a dark shirt under a dark coat. He sat with effortless, posture, a steaming cup of dark coffee resting on the small wooden table before him.

His dark, messy hair fell naturally over his forehead, partially shading sharp, carved features. As the bell chimed, he slowly raised his head, his eyes locking directly onto Elena.

Even though her tactical wrist-scanner returned a completely flat reading, registering the man as a baseline, unawakened civilian with zero mana signature, Elena felt a sudden, involuntary shudder run down her spine. His imposing presence felt like a mountain sitting quietly in the small room.

Raphael took a slow, calm sip of his coffee, his unblinking silver eyes watching the Bureau officer stand frozen by the door.