I Was Summoned as a Knight, but Now I Have a Yuri Harem

A few minutes later, Leona arrived at the castle's training grounds.

The space was vast, an open courtyard lined with stone walls and various training dummies. Sunlight gleamed off polished steel as royal knights clashed in practice duels, their shouts and grunts filling the air. The sound of swords meeting shields, the disciplined footwork, and the occasional spark of magic—it all painted a picture of a well-trained military force.

Leona crossed her arms, observing the knights with a critical eye.

"Not bad. Their formations are solid, and their footwork is disciplined. But… they fight too rigidly, too predictably. There's no adaptability, no improvisation. If this were a real battlefield, hesitation would get them killed."

Her golden eyes then landed on a familiar figure—Royal Knight Commander Seraphina Lione. Unlike the others, Seraphina wasn't sparring with a partner. Instead, she practiced alone, each movement precise, calculated, and methodical. Her strikes were relentless, each one landing with the same controlled force as the last.

Leona sighed, shaking her head slightly.

"Strict, disciplined, and a perfectionist—terrible at expressing emotions. Even when I defeated her last night, she didn't react much. Just took it in stride and moved on. Must be exhausting to be that serious all the time."

As she continued watching, Leona opened her hand. In an instant, the Unknown Summoned Blade materialized, its presence familiar and… comforting. The moment she gripped the hilt, she felt a strange connection to it, like it was an extension of her own body.

She turned the blade slightly, watching how the morning light reflected off its surface.

"This sword… it's like it was made for me. The balance is perfect, the weight is just right. But what exactly is it? It's not like any weapon I've ever used before."

Testing the sword's responsiveness, Leona shifted into a combat stance, her instincts taking over as she moved through a series of slashes and parries. The blade cut through the air effortlessly, almost as if guiding her movements rather than the other way around.

Curious, she decided to push things further.

Taking a deep breath, she focused her energy and called out, "Skill—Arcane Slash!"

A surge of magic pulsed through her arm, channeling into her blade. As she swung, a powerful arc of blue energy erupted from the sword, soaring across the courtyard before crashing into a nearby stone wall.

BOOM!

The explosion sent dust and debris flying. The impact left a deep crater in the once-pristine wall.

Leona blinked.

The entire training ground fell silent.

Slowly, she lowered her sword, her expression deadpan as she dramatically took in the aftermath of her attack.

"…Well. That happened."

Murmurs and gasps spread among the gathered knights.

"Did she just—?"

"That was a Magic Sword Skill? From a summoned warrior?!"

"She didn't even hesitate… Look at that power!"

"No wonder she's the princess's personal knight…"

Before Leona could respond, movement in her peripheral vision caught her attention. Seraphina had stopped her own training and was now walking directly toward her, her expression unreadable.

The knights quickly noticed, their whispers growing louder.

"Commander Seraphina is heading toward her…"

"Wait, is she mad? Is she going to reprimand Lady Leona?"

"I can't tell! She's always so stoic!"

Leona raised an eyebrow, shifting her sword to rest against her shoulder. She didn't mind the attention, but she was curious about why Seraphina was approaching her so intently.

"What's this about? She can't be pissed about the wall, right? I mean… okay, maybe a little."

Seraphina stopped just a few feet away, her piercing golden eyes locked onto Leona's. After a brief pause, she finally spoke.

"…You. Spar with me. Now."

Leona blinked. "Huh?"

"I want a rematch," Seraphina clarified, her tone even but firm. "We fought yesterday, and I lost. I refuse to let that be the lasting impression of our skill gap."

Gasps erupted from the surrounding knights.

"The Commander wants a rematch?"

"But she never asks for sparring matches! People have to challenge her!"

"This must mean she actually acknowledges Lady Leona as an equal…"

Leona's lips curled into a grin. "You really don't like losing, huh?"

Seraphina didn't react. "We will fight. Here and now."

Leona exhaled, rolling her shoulders. "Alright. Sure. We can fight again."

They both stepped onto the training ground, moving to opposite sides. Their eyes locked onto each other, silent but focused.

One of the knights stepped forward, acting as referee. "Are you both ready?"

They nodded.

"Then… Begin!"

Seraphina spent the night analyzing every second of her duel with Leona.

The way Leona moved—her footwork, her timing, the ease with which she deflected Seraphina's strongest strikes—it haunted her. It didn't make sense. Seraphina was the Knight Commander. She had trained harder, longer, and more ruthlessly than any other knight in the kingdom. Losing in front of the royal court was unacceptable.

So she convinced herself it was luck. The element of surprise. A fluke.

And now, as she stood across from Leona in the training yard, Seraphina's golden eyes were filled with steely determination and an obsessive focus on reclaiming her honor.

"Begin!" the knight acting as referee shouted.

Seraphina lunged forward—faster, sharper, and more precise than before.

Leona's gaze sharpened, but her expression remained relaxed. With casual ease, she sidestepped the first strike.

Clang!

Seraphina's sword met nothing but air.

Seraphina twisted, delivering a fast follow-up strike aimed at Leona's side.

Leona raised her blade with one hand, effortlessly parrying the blow.

"Tch." Seraphina's jaw tightened.

Leona's golden eyes flashed with amusement.

"Faster. Stronger. But still too stiff."

Without breaking rhythm, Leona sidestepped again, slipping into Seraphina's blind spot.

In one fluid motion, Leona swept Seraphina's leg out from under her.

Seraphina's eyes widened in shock as her body hit the ground. Leona followed through, pressing the tip of her sword lightly against Seraphina's throat.

Complete silence fell over the training yard.

"…I win again."

Leona's voice was calm, almost bored.

Seraphina's chest rose and fell quickly, her breath shallow. Her face was flushed—partly from embarrassment, but also from… something else.

"How did she… no, how is she so calm after doing that?" Seraphina's mind raced. "And that smile… why is she smiling like that?"

Leona extended a hand toward her. "Need a hand?"

Seraphina's golden eyes snapped to Leona's hand… and the charming smile on her face.

Heat crawled up Seraphina's neck. She slapped Leona's hand away, quickly getting to her feet.

"I'll get you next time," Seraphina said, turning away to hide the blush on her cheeks. "That was still luck."

Leona's brow lifted. "Sure it was."

Without another word, Seraphina stormed out of the training grounds, ignoring the murmurs of the knights watching.

"Did you see that?"

"She destroyed the Knight Commander again…"

"And with so little effort!"

"Lady Leona really is inhuman."

Leona shrugged and sheathed her sword. "Yeah, yeah…"

She was about to return to training when—

"Lady Leona!"

A royal attendant approached, bowing slightly. "The princess requests your presence in her private chambers."

The murmurs among the knights and noblewomen erupted again.

"The princess wants to see her?"

"Alone?"

"What does that mean?"

Leona sighed, rubbing her temple. "First the duel… now the princess wants to see me alone? What the hell is going on?"

A Private Audience

A few minutes later, Leona arrived at the hallway leading to the princess's private chambers. Two attendants stood at the grand double doors, which were decorated with golden inlays and carved roses.

Leona glanced at them. "Fancy. Of course."

The doors opened, and Leona stepped inside.

The room was lavish but tasteful—flowing white curtains, golden furniture, and the scent of fresh roses filling the air. Sunlight filtered through the tall windows, casting a warm glow across the polished marble floor.

At the center of the room, Princess Eleanor sat gracefully on a velvet chaise lounge, a glass of red wine in her hand. Her silver hair shimmered in the sunlight, her sapphire eyes sharp and amused.

Leona's eyes lingered for a moment longer than intended.

"She's… beautiful."

Eleanor's lips curved into a soft smile. "My knight."

Leona bowed her head slightly. "…You summoned me, Your Highness?"

Eleanor set down her glass and stood, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor as she approached.

"You've caused quite a stir," Eleanor said.

Leona's brow twitched. "I… didn't mean to."

"And yet you've already defeated my strongest knight. Twice."

Eleanor stepped closer. The princess now stood so close that Leona could feel the warmth of her breath.

"Tell me," Eleanor said, sapphire eyes glinting. "Do you intend to challenge the rest of my knights next?"

Leona's gaze didn't waver. "Not unless they challenge me first."

Eleanor chuckled. "Impressive."

Suddenly, Eleanor's hand lifted toward Leona's chest—but instead of touching her directly, her fingers brushed the pendant on Leona's chest plate.

"You are… an interesting one."

Leona stiffened. "What is she doing?"

"And you belong to me now, don't you?" Eleanor whispered.

Leona's breath hitched as Eleanor's finger trailed lightly down the edge of her collarbone.

Her heart pounded dangerously fast—not from fear, but… something else.

"What the hell is she doing to me?"

Eleanor's finger lingered for a moment before she stepped back.

"Sit," Eleanor said, gesturing toward a chair near the window.

Leona hesitated. "Shouldn't I stand while addressing—"

"Sit," Eleanor repeated, more firmly.

Reluctantly, Leona sat down, removing her sword and resting it beside the chair.

Eleanor sat across from her, watching her closely.

"Tell me… how much do you remember from before your summoning?"

Leona's gaze sharpened. "Is this a test?"

"I remember… fighting. War. Death," Leona said evenly.

"And now you are here, in my service."

Leona nodded. "Yes, Your Highness."

Eleanor leaned forward slightly, resting her chin on her hand. "Do you intend to serve me with that same conviction?"

"If that is my duty," Leona replied, "I will carry it out."

Eleanor's smile deepened. "Good."

Before Leona could rise, Eleanor stood and stepped toward her. Her slender hand rested on Leona's shoulder, preventing her from standing.

The princess leaned in until her lips were near Leona's ear.

"I wonder…" Eleanor whispered, "how far does your loyalty extend?"

Leona's breath caught. Eleanor's lips were close enough to brush her ear—but she didn't move closer.

After a tense moment, Eleanor stepped back with a calm smile.

"That will be all for today."

Leona stood, still feeling the warmth of Eleanor's breath on her skin.

Her pulse hammered in her ears as she walked toward the door.

"What the hell just happened?"

Leona rubbed the back of her neck as she made her way toward the training grounds, trying to shake off the strange fluttering in her chest.

Inside the princess's chambers, silence lingered.

Eleanor stood by the window, watching Leona's figure disappear down the long marble hallway. The soft rustle of sheer curtains filled the quiet room, broken only by the subtle sound of approaching footsteps.

A low chuckle.

Soft footsteps echoed against the polished marble floor as someone slipped out from the shadowed corner of the room.

"Well, well… that was interesting."

Eleanor's eyes didn't move from the window. Her lips curled into the faintest hint of a smile.

"Lyra."

Her tone was knowing. Sharp. As if she had already anticipated this visit.

A quiet laugh followed as the other figure stepped further into the light.

Silver hair caught the glow of the setting sun, shimmering faintly. Amber eyes gleamed beneath the shadow of fox-like ears, and a silver tail flicked lazily behind her, the motion slow and measured.

Lyra leaned casually against one of the golden bedposts, arms crossed over her chest.

"You knew I'd come?" Lyra's smirk widened.

Eleanor's gaze remained fixed on the window. "You always appear when something interests you."

Lyra mock-gasped, pressing a hand to her chest. "Oh my, am I that predictable?"

Finally, Eleanor turned her head, sapphire eyes sharp beneath the dim lighting.

"Not predictable."

A pause.

"Opportunistic."

Lyra's tail flicked behind her, her smile deepening. "Guilty."

She stepped closer, light on her feet, almost soundless. Her golden eyes glinted with mischief as she stopped beside Eleanor, gazing out the window.

Below, Leona was in the courtyard, adjusting her armor and preparing to train alone.

"It's not every day you make a grown knight blush like that," Lyra said casually.

Eleanor's expression didn't change. "Did I?"

Lyra's smirk widened. "Oh, you definitely did."

Eleanor's expression remained composed, but there was a subtle glint of amusement in her gaze.

"You've taken an interest in her," Lyra said, her tone playful.

Eleanor's gaze sharpened. "You think so?"

"I know so."

Lyra's fox ears twitched as her eyes narrowed slightly, watching Leona begin practicing her sword strikes below.

"She's strong," Lyra murmured. "Too strong to have come from this world."

Eleanor's eyes narrowed. "That's what makes her valuable."

Lyra tilted her head, amber eyes glinting. "Is that all?"

Eleanor remained quiet for a long moment.

Finally, she stepped away from the window, brushing her hand lightly against Lyra's arm as she passed.

"Do not interfere."

Lyra's eyes widened briefly before her smile returned.

"Me? Interfere?" Her grin sharpened. "I would never dream of it."

She was absolutely going to interfere.

Lyra's gaze shifted toward Leona again, her eyes gleaming with quiet intrigue. "Still… if you're not careful, someone might steal her from you."

Eleanor's gaze turned cold.

"I'm not worried."

Lyra chuckled, her tail swaying lazily behind her. "Oh? We'll see."

She turned, walking toward the side door. As she reached the threshold, she cast a playful look over her shoulder.

"Just remember, Princess…" Lyra's voice purred. "If you hesitate—someone else might claim her first."

Eleanor's eyes flashed with cold amusement.

"She's already mine."

Lyra chuckled darkly as she slipped through the door. The soft click of the latch faded behind her.

The room fell into silence once more.

Eleanor stepped toward the window, her gaze lingering on the figure of Leona below.

"…Mine."