This was a problem he needed to solve with his own sword, not missiles and warships.
The Praetorian Guard was his sword.
When Constantine descended the ramp of the Assault Transport and stepped onto the landing pad, he encountered those fully armed Artificial Humans again. Born from test tubes and close to the Monarch's soul, they called themselves the Monarch's daughters. Constantine reviewed the authentication codes they sent through his helmet display and checked the information relayed by the automated defenses throughout the manor. Once he had confirmed that everything was functioning properly, he silently took over the permissions, becoming the effective controller of every surface-to-air missile turret and automated weapons platform. Perhaps they were as loyal as he was, but that did not mean Constantine would always share the task of protecting the Monarch's safety with them. His body and mind were stronger than theirs; the power of Gene Alchemy flowed through his veins, and the technology permitted to only a select few had created this indestructible suit of Power Armor.
Constantine blinked the window closed. "Where is Lady Dinah?"
"Lady Dinah has just returned to the manor. By our lord's command, she needed to go out and procure supplies." The leading Artificial Human placed a hand on the hilt of the longsword at her waist, maintaining the highest level of vigilance. Constantine turned his head and lowered his gaze to look at her. She wore black force-feedback Power Armor. Beneath her crimson robe, the white fleur-de-lis insignia on her knee guards was faintly visible, while golden ornamentation adorned the backs of her vambraces and gauntlets. Her muscles were taut, her left leg drawn half a step back to maintain her balance and explosive power. She looked ready to attack at any moment. The atmosphere was tense. Twenty meters