Re-Awakened :I Ascend as an SSS-Ranked Dragon Summoner - Chapter 459

Chapter 459: Acting Queen

Hours after their return to Raiju Prime, most of Team 7 had retreated to their assigned quarters in the palace’s guest wing. The weight of their failures and the fractures in their relationships had left everyone drained, seeking solitude to process what had happened on Earth and what it meant for their future.

But Lucy Grey hadn’t rested.

She stood in the palace’s primary command center, a circular chamber lined with holographic projectors and quantum communication arrays that could reach any corner of human space. The room hummed with barely contained energy, its advanced systems ready to facilitate secure connections across vast distances.

Palace technicians moved around her with the quiet efficiency of people accustomed to working under pressure. Holographic displays showed connection status updates as secure channels were established with the other original families scattered across their respective territories.

“Marrick connection established, Your Highness,” announced the lead technician, a woman in her forties whose work-scarred hands marked her as someone who worked directly with the palace’s most advanced systems.

Lucy nodded, watching as a three-dimensional projection materialized above the central platform. The figure that appeared was Lord Harrison Marrick, head of the family that specialized in beast taming and genetic manipulation. His weathered face showed the kind of caution that came from decades of political maneuvering.

“Lady Grey,” he said, inclining his head slightly. “I wasn’t expecting a formal communication this evening.”

“Leviticus family online,” another technician reported.

A second projection joined the first—Lady Elena Leviticus, whose family controlled metallurgy and weapon forging. The scars on her hands spoke of years spent working directly with molten metal and advanced forging techniques.

“Sterling connection established.”

Lord Marcus Sterling materialized with his usual unsettling presence. The Sterling family specialized in puppeteering, and their head carried himself with the unnatural stillness of someone who spent his time controlling others rather than moving naturally himself.

“Durn family responding.”

Lord Tycho Durn appeared with the pale complexion that characterized the bloodcraft lineage. His family’s mastery over blood and life-force made him one of the most feared individuals among the original families.

“Veyra connection confirmed.”

The final projection was Lady Seraphine Veyra, whose family’s shadow manipulation abilities made her appear to flicker slightly at the edges, as if she wasn’t entirely solid. She studied Lucy with eyes that seemed to see from within darkness itself.

Lucy stood at the center of the holographic circle, surrounded by the most powerful people in human civilization. Under normal circumstances, a twenty-year-old calling a meeting of the family heads would have been presumptuous to the point of insult. These were not normal circumstances.

“Lords and Ladies,” Lucy began, her voice carrying the authority that came from desperation and fury. “I’ve called this emergency session in my capacity as acting head of the Grey family.”

Lord Marrick shifted slightly. “Lucy, with respect, your father’s condition—”

“My father was captured over four weeks ago by the individual the families collectively refer to as the Eighth,” Lucy interrupted, her tone cutting through any attempt at diplomatic deflection. “In that time, we have identified this enemy, tracked him to his fortress on Earth, and confronted him directly with the aid of the Ares family.”

The assembled family heads exchanged glances that spoke of shared knowledge and carefully maintained silence.

“During this confrontation,” Lucy continued, “King Aurelius of the Ares family was also taken by the Eighth. The Ares are now in mourning, which is why they are not represented in this call.”

Lady Veyra leaned forward slightly. “Lucy, what exactly are you proposing?”

“I’m not proposing anything. I’m making a declaration.” Lucy’s voice hardened, and her hands clenched into fists at her sides. “For over a month, the Grey family has been fighting this threat while the rest of you have remained safely in your territories, content to replace your missing leaders with appointed successors and pretend the problem doesn’t exist.”

Lord Sterling’s expression didn’t change, but something cold flickered in his eyes. “That’s a serious accusation.”

“It’s a statement of fact. The Eighth has taken at least three family heads that we know of—my father, King Aurelius, and whoever else was captured before we started paying attention. Meanwhile, you’ve all been playing politics and hoping someone else would solve the problem.”

Lady Leviticus spoke carefully. “The situation is more complex than—”

“The situation is simple,” Lucy snapped. “There’s an enemy with the power to kidnap the heads of the original families, and most of you are too cowardly to admit it’s your problem too.”

The holographic projections flickered as the communication system strained under the tension of the conversation. The technicians worked quickly to stabilize the connections while the family heads absorbed Lucy’s words.

Lord Durn was the first to respond. “What exactly do you want from us, Lucy?”

“I want you to remember what it means to be one of the original families. I want you to stop hiding behind appointed successors and political maneuvering. I want you to act like the leaders humanity needs instead of the politicians you’ve become.”

She stepped forward, her presence dominating the holographic circle despite her youth.

“As acting Queen of the Grey family, I am giving you exactly one synchronized day cycle relative to Raiju Prime’s rotation to decide. Either you come together, offer real support, and join a true alliance to fight the Eighth, or the Grey family withdraws all resources, trade agreements, and military cooperation from your territories.”

The silence that followed was profound. The implications of Lucy’s ultimatum stretched far beyond personal relationships—the Grey family’s electrical technology and energy systems powered infrastructure throughout human space.

Lord Marrick found his voice first. “Lucy, you can’t be serious. The economic disruption alone—”

“Would pale in comparison to what happens when the Eighth finishes collecting family heads and moves on to whatever his real plan is,” Lucy finished. “You have twenty-four hours to prove you’re still worthy of being called original families.”

Lady Veyra’s psychic abilities let her sense the absolute determination behind Lucy’s words. “And if we refuse?”

“Then you’ll face the Eighth alone when he comes for you next. Because he will come. This isn’t over, and pretending otherwise won’t save you.”

Lucy looked around the circle one final time, meeting each family head’s gaze with unwavering resolve.

“Your time starts now.”

She pressed a control on the central console, and the holographic projections vanished instantly, leaving her alone in the command center with the technicians who had witnessed her declaration of war against the political structure that had governed humanity for centuries.

One of the technicians, a young man whose nervous energy made his hands shake slightly, stepped forward hesitantly.

“Your Highness, the implications of what you’ve just done… if the families unite against the Grey territories, if they coordinate economic sanctions…”

Lucy turned to face him, and he took an involuntary step backward at the cold fury in her eyes.

“Are you questioning my decision, Officer?”

“No, Your Highness. I just… the political ramifications could destabilize human space.”

“Good. Maybe destabilization will force people to remember what actually matters.” Lucy moved toward the command center’s exit. “Continue monitoring all family communications. I want to know their responses the moment they start coordinating.”

“Where will you be, Your Highness?”

“Checking on my mother.”

Lucy left the command center and walked through corridors lined with advanced technology, the palace’s systems maintaining their steady operations around her. Guards stationed at regular intervals bowed as she passed, but she barely noticed them. Her mind was focused on the medical wing and the woman who had been unconscious since the attack that started this nightmare.

The royal medical facility occupied an entire floor of the palace, its advanced life support systems powered by the same electrical technology that ran the rest of Raiju Prime. Lucy passed through security checkpoints and sterile preparation chambers before reaching the private room where her mother lay surrounded by monitoring equipment.

Queen Vivian Grey appeared smaller than Lucy remembered, diminished by weeks of unconsciousness and medical intervention. Tubes and wires connected her to machines that displayed vital signs in holographic readouts, while electrical stimulation devices worked to maintain muscle tone and nervous system function.

Lucy settled into the chair beside her mother’s bed, the same chair she’d occupied for hours during the weeks since the attack. The familiar weight of helplessness settled over her as she reached out to take her mother’s hand.

“I found him, Mom,” she whispered, her voice cracking with accumulated strain. “I found the Eighth. But I couldn’t save Dad. And now Lucas is gone too, trapped somewhere I can’t reach.”

Tears began flowing down her cheeks as everything she’d been holding back finally overwhelmed her composure.

“I tried to be strong like you taught me. I tried to lead like Dad would have. But I keep losing people, and I don’t know how to get them back.” She squeezed her mother’s unresponsive hand. “I think I might have just started a civil war among the families. But I couldn’t just sit here and do nothing while everyone pretended this wasn’t their problem.”

The medical monitors showed no change in her mother’s condition. Vivian Grey remained locked in whatever mental space had protected her consciousness since the attack.

“I need you to wake up,” Lucy continued, her voice breaking completely. “I need you to tell me what to do. I need you to help me figure out how to save Dad and Lucas. I need my mom.”

She laid her head down on the edge of the bed and let herself cry for the first time since returning from Earth. The weight of leadership, the pressure of impossible decisions, the grief of losing family members—it all poured out in sobs that echoed through the medical facility.

That’s when she felt her mother’s fingers move.

Lucy’s head snapped up, hope and disbelief warring in her chest as she stared at her mother’s face. For a moment, nothing happened. Then Vivian Grey’s eyelids fluttered and slowly opened.

“Lucy?” The voice was weak and confused, but unmistakably her mother’s.

“Mom!” Lucy threw her arms around her mother, careful not to disturb the medical equipment but desperate for the contact. “You’re awake, you’re actually awake.”

Vivian struggled to sit up, her muscles weak from weeks of inactivity. “What… how long?”

“Over a month. Mom, so much has happened. Dad was taken, Lucas is missing, I’ve been trying to handle everything but I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Vivian’s eyes sharpened as consciousness returned fully. “Slow down. Tell me everything.”

Before Lucy could begin explaining, a sharp knock interrupted them. A palace guard appeared in the doorway, his expression apologetic but urgent.

“Your Highness, I’m sorry to interrupt, but the off-world visitors have returned. They’re demanding an audience, and they claim to represent EDF military authority.”

Lucy felt her stomach drop. In everything that had happened, she’d almost forgotten about the people her security claimed they’d encountered at the palace gates earlier.

“What visitors?” Vivian asked, struggling to understand.

“It’s complicated, Mom. But I think our problems just got worse.”

Lucy helped her mother sit up properly, then turned to face the guard. “Where are they now?”

“Main entrance. A woman and three other personnel and they are requesting immediate access to you and your companions.”

Lucy closed her eyes for a moment, gathering her strength. The confrontation she’d been dreading had finally arrived, and it was happening at the worst possible moment.

“Tell them I’ll be there shortly,” she said finally.

As the guard departed, Vivian Grey reached out to grasp her daughter’s hand.

“Lucy, whatever’s happening, we’ll face it together. You’re not alone anymore.”