Reborn as the Psycho Villainess Who Ate Her Slave Beasts' Contracts-Chapter 112 --

"So you decided to become Emperor."

"Yes. Not for power. Not for status. For her." He walked back to his chair and sat heavily. "I wanted to build an empire where she could be safe. Where her brilliance could flourish. Where we could be together without anyone threatening her. So I fought. I schemed. I eliminated my brothers one by one. I killed anyone who stood between me and the throne."

His voice was matter-of-fact, recounting murders like business transactions.

"It took me eight years. Eight years of brutal political warfare. But I won. I became Emperor. And I was finally ready to bring Lin Mei to the palace, to crown her as Empress, to give her everything I’d promised."

He paused. The firelight cast shadows across his face.

"Three days before the coronation ceremony, someone poisoned her." 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Silence.

"I had the best physicians in the empire. The strongest healers. Every antidote, every cure, every desperate measure. Nothing worked. She died in my arms, confused and terrified, asking me why I’d lied to her about being a merchant." His voice cracked slightly. "She died thinking I’d betrayed her trust."

Elara didn’t know what to say. For once, her usual clinical detachment felt inadequate.

"I investigated," the Emperor continued. "Found the poisoner. Found who hired them. Found the entire conspiracy." His eyes went cold. "It was the noble families. The ones whose daughters are now my consorts. The First Consort’s family. The Second Consort’s family. All of them working together. They couldn’t let a commoner become Empress. It would threaten their political positions, their status, their carefully maintained hierarchies."

"So they killed her."

"They killed her. And when I tried to execute the conspirators, they had enough political backing that I couldn’t touch them without triggering civil war. So I made a different choice." His smile was bitter. "I married their daughters. Took them all into my palace. Made them consorts. And I’ve spent the last forty-three years watching them scheme and plot, knowing exactly what their families did, unable to do anything about it without destabilizing the empire."

"That’s why you hate them."

"I don’t hate them. Hate requires emotional investment." The Emperor’s voice was flat now, empty. "I just... don’t care. They wanted to be consorts? Fine. They wanted their daughters to compete for succession? Fine. Let them tear each other apart trying to claim a throne that will never make them happy. Let them scheme and poison and murder while I watch from above, completely detached."

He looked at Elara directly. "Because here’s what they don’t understand. Here’s what you, Fourth Daughter, might be the only one who does understand. They don’t see me as human. To them, I’m just a position. Just power to be controlled or inherited. Not a person who loved someone and lost her. Not a man who’s spent four decades ruling an empire he only wanted to make safe for one woman."

Elara processed this. "So the succession battle is punishment. You’re making them fight each other for something you don’t value anymore."

"Exactly. The throne they’re killing each other for? It’s empty. Meaningless. I sit here, I make decisions, I maintain stability. But there’s no satisfaction in it. No purpose beyond basic function." He leaned forward. "When I die, one of them will take my place. And she’ll sit in this same position, surrounded by the same scheming nobles, maintaining the same empty power structure. And maybe—just maybe—she’ll finally understand what she was really fighting for."

"Nothing," Elara said. "They’re fighting for nothing."

"Finally. Someone who understands." The Emperor actually smiled. "That’s why I wanted to talk to you. Because you don’t want the throne for status or validation. You want it for survival and strategic positioning. That’s honest. That’s real."

He stood and poured two glasses of wine from a decanter. Handed one to Elara.

"Your mother," he said quietly. "Imperial Consort Mei. She was... different from the others."

Elara’s hand tightened on the wine glass. "How?"

"She was the only woman after Lin Mei who reminded me what it felt like to care about someone." The Emperor sat back down. "Not romantic love—I was incapable of that after Lin Mei died. But genuine respect. Admiration. She was brilliant, practical, focused on using magic to help people rather than accumulate power. She reminded me why I’d wanted to build a better empire in the first place."

"The official story says you forced her to marry you."

"The official story is wrong." The Emperor’s voice was firm. "I met your mother in disguise. Just like Lin Mei. I was traveling as a common scholar, visiting her research facility. We talked for hours about magical theory, about applications that could improve civilian life. She didn’t know who I was. And she... she saw me. Really saw me. Not the Emperor. Just a man who understood her work."

He swirled his wine. "We fell in love. Real love, built on actual connection instead of political positioning. And when she discovered I was the Emperor, she didn’t run. She didn’t try to use me. She just said, ’Well, that explains why your questions about imperial resource allocation were so specific.’"

Despite everything, Elara almost smiled.

"We were going to leave," the Emperor continued. "I was ready to abdicate. To walk away from this throne I’d built for a dead woman and live as a commoner with your mother. We had plans. A small house in the countryside. Research work. Normal life."

"What stopped you?"

"She became pregnant with you. And when the palace physicians confirmed it, when word spread that I’d impregnated a commoner..." He exhaled slowly. "The same noble families that killed Lin Mei started mobilizing. I could see it happening again. So I made a different choice."

"You married her. Brought her into the palace."

"Yes. Made her a consort instead of Empress—political compromise to keep the noble families from outright rebellion. And I built the strongest security around her I could manage. Guards. Protective enchantments. Poison testers. Restricted access. I turned her quarters into a fortress."

"People said you imprisoned her."

"They did. And maybe they were right. But I was trying to keep her alive." The Emperor’s voice cracked again. "I thought if I controlled every variable, prevented every threat, learned from Lin Mei’s death... I thought I could save her."

"But you couldn’t."

"No. Because the one variable I couldn’t control was magic itself. Your mother’s research, the experiments she loved so much—they required dangerous magical manipulations. And one day, when you were two years old, something went wrong. Magical backlash. Her own power turned against her." He stared into the fire. "The physicians said it was an accident. The evidence supported it. But I’ve always wondered..."

"If someone sabotaged her research."

"Yes. But I could never prove it. And by then..." He gestured vaguely. "By then I didn’t have the energy to fight anymore. I’d lost two women I loved. I had a two-year-old daughter who looked just like her mother. And I had an empire to rule that I’d stopped caring about decades ago."

Elara sat very still, processing this flood of information. "What happened after she died?"