I Summon Female Knights

The morning air inside El’Rock was crisp and pure, carrying the faint, sweet fragrance of blooming celestial flora across the starry obsidian floor. Golden sunlight streamed unimpeded through the grand alabaster archways of The Crowned Monarch, bathing the eight empty stone pedestals in a warm, majestic radiance.

Raphael stood at the edge of the high observation balcony, his hands resting naturally on the white marble balustrade.

He was dressed in his broad, midnight void-silk coat over his wide-necked black T-shirt and loose white cargo pants, his dark boots anchored firmly to the stone. Beside him, Vanessa stood in her striking True Dark Saintess battle dress, her high-collared black bodice and rose-thorn mantle catching the morning light. In her right hand, her re-forged Calamity catalyst staff hummed with a quiet, reassuring gravitational pulse.

The quiet of the citadel was broken by the fast, crisp echoes of footsteps coming from the eastern stairwell.

Julian, the Chief Systems Analyst, hurried onto the balcony. His slate-grey tech tunic was immaculate, and his wire-rimmed glasses flickered with a dense, chaotic stream of glowing blue holographic data feeds.

”My Lord,” Julian spoke rapidly, bowing briefly before adjusting his glasses. ”The situation in Jiston has reached a critical flashpoint. Apex Guild has officially initiated a full-scale armed assault against Vanguard Coalition’s primary manufacturing hub in Sector 4.”

Raphael didn’t turn around, his silver eyes remaining focused on the living, emerald drift islands floating peacefully in the void sea below.

”Details, Julian,” Raphael commanded smoothly, his deep voice completely calm.

Julian flicked his wrist, projecting a multi-layered holographic map of Sector 4 into the space between them. Live, grainy optical feeds captured from hijacked municipal traffic cameras and corporate satellite arrays expanded in high definition. It was highly detailed, giving them a full projection of what was happening even without him explaining.

”Apex Guild has deployed over three hundred armored contractors, led by two A-Rank Strike Commanders... ’Ironclad’ Vance and the pyromancer Ignis,” Julian reported, pointing to flashing red blips surging through a heavily rain-slicked industrial district. ”They have surrounded Vanguard’s automated munitions refinery. Their intent is clear: total asset seizure before the Bureau or municipal courts can freeze Vanguard’s remaining liquidation accounts.”

On the holographic feed, the rain-slicked streets of Sector 4 were ablaze.

Massive explosions tore through heavy concrete barricades as Apex’s heavy shock troops battered Vanguard’s desperate, outnumbered security forces. Tracers of elemental mana and heavy armor-piercing artillery crisscrossed the smoke-choked sky. Distant civilian sirens blared helplessly, trapped behind police barricades four sectors away.

”And the Bureau?” Vanessa asked, her silk-like voice cool and analytical as she glanced at the feed. ”Is Captain Vale permitting an open corporate war in a civilian sector?”

Julian tapped his glasses, pulling up an intercepted radio frequency from Bureau Command.

”Captain Vale’s hands are tied, Lady Vanessa,” Julian explained. ”Apex Guild filed a pre-emptive ’Corporate Asset Recovery’ injunction through the High Council two hours ago. The Bureau has been legally ordered to hold a three-mile perimeter until the precinct judges clear the jurisdiction dispute. In short... Apex has bought three hours of complete impunity to slaughter Vanguard’s remaining staff.”

Raphael slowly turned away from the balcony railing, his midnight void-silk coat snapping softly around his ankles.

His face was calm, but his silver eyes burned with a sharp, brilliant intellect. In the past, when the cold, artificial script of the synthetic monarch guided his thoughts, he would have ignored the skirmish entirely, viewing human corporate wars as petty, irrelevant background noise to be exploited later, but he was whole now. He was the host of El’Rock, the True Sovereign.

He understood the strategic value of Sector 4. Vanguard’s automated refinery didn’t just produce standard firearms; it housed high-density mana-forging furnaces and precise crystalline lathe equipment... infrastructure that could easily be retrofitted to supply his expanding domain with specialized alloys and industrial hardware.

More importantly, allowing Apex Guild to swallow Vanguard’s assets unopposed would consolidate the city’s military power under a single, ruthless corporate tyrant. This wasn’t what he wanted. He had disrupted the balance of Jiston, but he didn’t feel regret. This was just a small setback, an oversight in his cold calculations, and he was going to put it right, even if it meant making an appearance.

”Apex believes they own the night because they bought off a few municipal judges,” Raphael said softly, his deep voice carrying a quiet, authoritative weight that made the air in the balcony hum.

Vanessa looked at him, a faint, knowing smile touching her lips. ”You intend to step in, My Lord?”

”We are not going there to save Vanguard,” Raphael replied, stepping into the center of the balcony as he pulled his deep void-silk hood low over his brow, shading his sharp jawline. ”We are going there to claim what is ours.”

He turned to Julian. ”Julian, maintain absolute lock on all local communications. Scramble any optical satellites attempting to capture high-resolution imagery of Sector 4. I want every camera feed in a half-mile radius around the refinery jammed with static.”

”Consider it done, Sovereign.” Julian bowed deeply, his fingers already blurring across his holographic interfaces as he sprinted back toward the IT server chambers.

Raphael looked at Vanessa, his silver eyes flashing beneath the shadow of his hood.

”Deploy the Vanguard Knights and the Shadow Assassin to the forward perimeter,” Raphael ordered smoothly. ”It’s time Jiston knows that there is a power in this world far greater than their guilds.”

Vanessa raised her staff, its central purple orb flaring with brilliant, royal energy.

”By your absolute will, my Sovereign.”

”Also... can you summon the Umbral Corvid for me? I want to test something out,” Raphael said with a smile.

Vanessa did and witnessed Raphael summon the wisp and fuse it with the crow beast. It instantly fell unconscious, turned into a ball of dark mana, and exploded. Raphael, seeing her expression, explained to her that it was going through an evolution.

Soon, the Vanguards and the Assassin were summoned.

Raphael flexed his gauntleted hand, bringing up the spatial coordinates of Sector 4’s ruined refinery. With a single, fluid gesture, he opened a massive, silvery-violet Waypoint Gate in the center of the balcony, the portal humming with the unstoppable, living force of El’Rock.

Without a moment’s hesitation, the Sovereign and his Dark Saintess stepped into the light.