Re-Awakened :I Ascend as an SSS-Ranked Dragon Summoner - Chapter 465

Chapter 465: War efforts

[Raiju Prime – Royal Medical Wing]

The deadline had passed three hours ago.

Lucy stood by the window of her mother’s private recovery room, watching storm clouds gather over the capital city below. Lightning danced between the clouds in patterns that would have been beautiful if she weren’t so exhausted from waiting for responses that hadn’t come.

“You gave them thirty hours,” Queen Vivian said from her medical bed, her voice still weak but growing stronger with each passing day. Raiju Prime’s rotation period was only 6 hours more than Earth’s. “Did you really expect the families to respond that quickly?”

“I expected them to respond at all.” Lucy turned from the window, frustration clear in every line of her posture. “It’s been over a day since my ultimatum. Nothing. Not even an acknowledgment that they received the message.”

The Queen adjusted her position carefully, wincing as the movement pulled at injuries that were still healing. Medical equipment hummed softly around her, monitoring systems that tracked the slow recovery of someone who’d been in a coma for weeks. Her healer, an elderly woman who’d served the Grey family for three decades, stood nearby reviewing readouts with the kind of concern that suggested the news wasn’t good.

“Your Majesty, I need to be direct with you,” the healer said, setting down her tablet. “Your abilities haven’t returned. The damage from the attack was severe, and while your body is healing, your connection to your lightning manipulation remains… dormant.”

Vivian’s expression remained calm despite the weight of that pronouncement. “How long until we know if it’s permanent?”

“Weeks, possibly months. The neural pathways that channel electrical energy were disrupted at a fundamental level. It’s not something that heals quickly, if it heals at all.”

Lucy felt something cold settle in her chest. Her mother, one of the most powerful lightning users in the Grey family, potentially stripped of her abilities permanently. Another cost of Arthur’s attack that couldn’t be measured in property damage or political complications.

“We’ll deal with it,” Vivian said firmly, noting her daughter’s expression. “Right now, we have bigger problems. Lucas, your father, King Aurelius—they all need to be our priority.”

“And Vex,” Lucy added, the beast trafficker’s name leaving a bitter taste. “Noah said the Eighth took him too.”

“The smuggler who was dealing in illegal beasts?”

“The same. Along with Bruce, an EDF telepath Noah enlisted to help track Arthur down. An SS-ranked psychic who could read thoughts from across star systems, and he got taken just like everyone else.”

Vivian absorbed this information with the practiced calm of someone trained to process bad news without showing weakness. “So our enemy has collected: three family heads, a legendary beast trafficker with connections across multiple worlds, and one of humanity’s most powerful telepaths. That’s quite a collection.”

“It’s a pattern,” Lucy said. “He’s not just taking people randomly. He’s selecting specific individuals with specific abilities or knowledge.”

“Which raises the question of why.”

Before Lucy could respond, a sharp knock interrupted their discussion. A palace guard entered, his expression carrying the kind of urgency that suggested important news.

“Your Highness, Your Majesty,” he said, bowing quickly. “Orbital security reports multiple vessels requesting permission to enter Raiju space. They claim to be official representatives from the remaining original families.”

Lucy and Vivian exchanged glances that looked like cautious hope.

“How many vessels?” Lucy asked.

“Fourteen confirmed, Your Highness. Leviticus, Marrick, Durn, Veyra, and Sterling family insignias have been verified. They’re holding position at the designated standby coordinates awaiting your response.”

Vivian sat up straighter despite the healer’s protests about her recovery. “Send word that they have permission to dock. Lucy, prepare the main council chamber for a formal gathering.”

“Mother, you need to rest—”

“I need to be present when the families finally decide to take this threat seriously,” Vivian interrupted. “Help me get dressed. We have guests to receive.”

—

Two hours later, Lucy stood in the palace’s grand reception hall, watching as representatives from five of the seven original families filed through the main entrance. Each delegation carried themselves with the kind of authority that came from centuries of inherited power, their formal attire and ceremonial guards making it clear this was an official response rather than a casual visit.

Lord Harrison Marrick arrived first, his delegation including three advisors and a pair of massive beasts that looked like wolves bred with tigers. The creatures remained perfectly calm despite the palace guards’ obvious nervousness, their loyalty to their master absolute.

Lady Elena Leviticus followed with a smaller group, but the weapons each member carried made it clear they’d come prepared for complications. Forged metal in designs that probably violated several weapons treaties, beautiful and deadly in equal measure.

Lord Tycho Durn’s pale complexion seemed even more pronounced in the palace’s electrical lighting, his blood manipulation abilities making the air around him feel subtly wrong. His advisors maintained careful distance from everyone else, as if their mere presence might be contaminating.

Lady Seraphine Veyra arrived with a delegation that seemed to flicker at the edges of vision, shadow manipulation making it difficult to count exactly how many people she’d brought. They moved with the unsettling grace of predators who knew no one could touch them in darkness.

Lord Marcus Sterling came last, his puppeteering abilities evident in the way his advisors moved in perfect synchronization despite being separate individuals. The effect was deeply disturbing, like watching people who’d forgotten how to have independent thoughts.

Queen Vivian stood at the head of the receiving line despite the healer’s continued protests, with Lucy at her right hand. They greeted each family head with the formal courtesy that centuries of tradition demanded, acknowledging their presence and thanking them for their response to the Grey family’s request.

“Your attendance honors us,” Vivian said once all the families had assembled. “Please, follow me to the council chamber. We have much to discuss.”

The procession through the palace corridors was a display of power that reminded everyone present of what the original families represented. These weren’t ordinary humans operating within normal political structures. These were people whose ancestors had been the first to manifest superhuman abilities, who’d claimed worlds and built dynasties that predated most of human civilization’s expansion into space.

The main council chamber was a massive circular room dominated by a round table that could seat fifty representatives comfortably. Holographic projectors lined the walls, ready to display information from across multiple star systems. The Grey family crest hung above the table, but symbols from all seven families were inlaid in the floor, a reminder that this space belonged to their collective interests.

The family heads took their positions around the table, their advisors standing behind them in carefully arranged formations. Lucy remained at her mother’s side, technically an advisor but everyone knew she spoke with her family’s full authority.

“Thank you for coming,” Vivian began once everyone was seated. “I know the Grey family’s ultimatum was… aggressive. But circumstances have forced us to take dramatic action.”

Lord Marrick leaned forward, his beasts settling at his feet like living furniture. “Your daughter threatened to withdraw all Grey family support from our territories. That’s not an ultimatum, Your Majesty, it’s a declaration of economic war.”

“It was a wake-up call,” Lucy interjected, her voice carrying the same authority her mother possessed. “For decades, our families have been losing their heads to an enemy we refuse to acknowledge exists. We appoint successors, maintain the fiction that nothing’s wrong, and pretend we’re not being hunted one generation at a time.”

“That’s a serious accusation,” Lady Leviticus said carefully. “You’re suggesting coordinated action against all seven families by someone we’ve never identified or confronted.”

“I’m not suggesting anything. I’m stating facts.” Lucy activated the holographic displays, showing timelines and data they’d compiled. “Every fifty to seventy years, one of our family heads disappears. We have records going back four centuries showing this pattern. Four centuries of losing our leaders and doing nothing about it.”

Lord Durn studied the data with the kind of attention that came from someone who understood patterns. “The Eighth Ancestor. The one your father claimed was responsible for his own disappearance.”

“Not claimed. Stated as fact before he was taken,” Vivian corrected. “My husband knew he was being targeted. He tried to prepare us, tried to break the cycle of submission that our families have maintained for generations.”

“Submission,” Lord Sterling repeated, his voice carrying the flat affect of someone whose emotions were muted by his own abilities. “That’s an interesting word choice.”

“What would you call it?” Lucy challenged. “We’ve been handing over our leaders like tribute payments. There was an agreement, generations ago, to submit to the Eighth’s demands. Some families want to maintain that arrangement. Others, like the Greys, have decided enough is enough.”

Lady Veyra’s form seemed to solidify slightly as she leaned forward. “And where has that decision left you? Your father is gone. Your brother is gone. King Aurelius of the Ares family is missing. By my count, your rebellion has cost you three leaders instead of one.”

The words stung because they were true, but Lucy refused to back down. “And doing nothing would have cost us the same. At least now we’re fighting instead of surrendering.”

“Fighting who?” Lord Marrick asked. “You keep talking about this Eighth Ancestor, but none of us have seen him. Your evidence shows a pattern, but patterns can be coincidence.”

“The attack on this palace wasn’t coincidence,” Vivian said firmly. “Shadow soldiers assaulted us with abilities that span multiple family bloodlines. They were coordinated, professional, and specifically targeted my husband. That’s not random criminal activity.”

Lucy pulled up additional data. “We tracked the Eighth to multiple worlds. Found evidence of his presence on Lilivil, where he bred with the space elves.These people now live on our land. We Discovered research facilities on other planets where he’s been conducting experiments we don’t fully understand. This isn’t conspiracy theory. This is documented fact.”

“Documented by whom?” Lady Leviticus pressed. “Your teenage allies from the EDF who are currently facing military tribunals for desertion?”

“Documented by us,” Lucy shot back. “I was there. I saw the facilities. I fought his soldiers. I watched as he took King Aurelius and my brother right in front of us.”

The family heads exchanged glances that spoke of shared skepticism and political calculation. They’d come in response to the Grey family’s ultimatum, but that didn’t mean they were ready to commit to action based on testimony they couldn’t independently verify.

“Here’s what we know for certain,” Lord Sterling said, his voice cutting through the building tension. “The Grey family head is missing. The Ares family head is missing. There are reports of unusual military activity on Earth involving forces that don’t match any known organization. Whether this is the work of an Eighth Ancestor or some other threat, it clearly requires investigation.”

“Investigation is a start,” Vivian acknowledged. “But we need more than investigation. We need commitment. We need the families to work together instead of protecting their own territories while the Eighth picks us off one by one.”

“You’re asking for a military alliance,” Lord Durn observed. “That’s not something our families have attempted since the original settlement wars.”

“I’m asking for survival,” Vivian replied. “Because if we don’t stand together, we’ll disappear one family at a time until there’s nothing left but whatever the Eighth is building with our stolen leaders.”

The discussion continued for another two hours, each family head weighing the risks of action against the risks of inaction, political considerations competing with genuine security concerns. By the end, they’d agreed to coordinate intelligence gathering and establish emergency protocols for responding to future attacks.

It wasn’t the full military alliance Vivian had hoped for, but it was more than they’d had before. The families were finally acknowledging the threat existed, even if they weren’t ready to fully commit to fighting it.

As the representatives filed out to return to their vessels, Lucy stood beside her mother and wondered if they’d done enough. Somewhere out in the galaxy, Arthur held their family members and operated with impunity. And here they were, struggling to get five families to agree on basic security measures.

The war against the Eighth was barely begun and they were already losing.