Reborn as the Psycho Villainess Who Ate Her Slave Beasts' Contracts-Chapter 275 --

"No," she agreed.

’But it’s not nothing.’

"No," she agreed again.

The lamp burned low. She replaced it. Kept working.

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The administrative wing of the palace looked different in daylight.

She had spent three months in this palace and had learned its geography completely — every corridor, every checkpoint, every room that connected to every other room in ways the official plans didn’t fully document. She had learned it as a regent, as someone responsible for it.

Walking through it now as Lian Mei, merchant, was a different experience.

The guards at the administrative wing entrance checked their credentials. She watched them do it — thorough, professional, the specific quality of people who had been trained recently and were taking their training seriously. New rotation. New protocols.

Someone had been working on the security structure.

She filed this.

’Current authority: operational competence, confirmed.’

The room they were shown to was — she assessed it in the first three seconds — a genuine working space. Documents on the side table. A map of the provincial territories on the wall with current notations. Two chairs on one side of the table, three on the other, which was an unusual arrangement for a formal meeting and suggested the current authority did not intend this to be a formal meeting.

She adjusted.

They sat.

They waited for four minutes, which was not a power gesture — four minutes was the time it took to walk from the east corridor to this room, which she knew because she had walked that route herself many times, which meant the current authority had been elsewhere in the administrative wing when the escort arrived to collect them and had come immediately.

Punctual. Working. Not performing arrival.

She filed this too.

The door opened.

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The current authority was not one person.

This was the first thing.

Two people entered. A man and a woman, both in their thirties, both carrying the specific quality of people who had been operating under sustained pressure for several months and had found a working equilibrium with it. No elaborate court dress. Functional clothing, well-made, the kind that said ’I have things to do today.’

Elara looked at them.

Ran the assessment.

The man she recognized from the relay documentation — the eighth prince, technically, though that title had become considerably more significant over the past year. The contest had resolved in his favor not through overwhelming force but through the specific combination of sufficient military backing and, apparently, a significant portion of the administrative class deciding he was the least disruptive available option. He had a reputation for — the relay had used several phrases. ’Practical.’ ’Unexpectedly reasonable.’ ’Reads briefings.’

’Reads briefings’ was not a small thing in a palace where she had watched people make catastrophic decisions based on information they hadn’t looked at.

The woman beside him was someone the relay had not fully identified. Advisor, possibly. The quality of how she moved suggested she was not a subordinate — she sat at the same moment he did, which was not how subordinates sat. Equal footing. Different function.

They both looked at the delegation.

The man looked at Elara specifically, with the expression of someone who had been thinking about this meeting since the commissioner’s message arrived and had prepared questions.

"Liang Meridian," he said.

"Yes," Elara said. "Thank you for seeing us."

"The collar charter," he said. Not preamble. Not protocol. Directly to the thing.

She adjusted again. Direct was good.

"The collar charter was drafted over three months," she said. "Beginning in the second week of the previous regency, when the extraction function in the existing collar framework was identified. The legal language is based on the original Charter provisions from the first dynasty. The evidentiary appendix documents the unauthorized extraction function and its implementation fourteen years ago under a discretionary amendment that bypassed oversight." She paused. "It was submitted six weeks ago through the standard administrative channel. You have it."

"We have it," he said. "We have questions about it."

"I expect you do," she said.

He looked at her steadily.

"Who drafted it," he said.

"Several people," she said. "I oversaw the framework. A specialist in cipher and documentation built the legal language structure. A records clerk with fifty years of institutional knowledge provided the historical context."

"And you are," he said.

A pause.

Not a long one. Just the specific beat of someone arriving at the moment they had been moving toward.

"My name is Lian Mei," she said. "I represent Liang Meridian trading company, which has a contract with your trade commission for northern river logistics." She paused. "I was also, for three months, the regent of this empire."

The room was very still.

The woman beside him made no sound. Her expression did not change. But something in her attention sharpened in a way that suggested she had already known and was watching to see how this was presented rather than surprised by the information.

The man looked at her.

For a long moment he said nothing.

Then: "You left."

"Yes," she said.

"During the incursion."

"Yes."

"With the documentation."

"With copies of the most critical documentation," she said. "The originals are in the archive, where they have always been. Five locations hold verified copies. Nothing was destroyed. Everything was preserved." She paused. "That was the point."

He looked at the table.

Then at Mira, who was sitting with the organized documentation in front of her with the composed attention of someone who had been through enough difficult meetings to have stopped finding them difficult.

Then at Dimitri, who had the bag.

Then back at Elara.

"The beast knights," he said.

"The collar charter addresses the immediate issue," she said. "The extraction function needs to be formally disabled under the new charter framework. There are one hundred and twenty knights in this palace currently operating under the old system. The process for transitioning to the revised framework requires a specialist — I have one available."

"You have a specialist available," he repeated.

"I’ve had one available for eight months," she said. "We were waiting for an appropriate authority to receive the submission."

He looked at her.

"You’ve been waiting," he said. "For a year. With a specialist. Ready to submit."

"The work didn’t stop because the location changed," she said.

Something moved through his expression.

Not amusement exactly. Not surprise exactly. Something between them, the specific response of a person encountering a fact that was simultaneously completely unexpected and entirely logical.

"The provincial bloodline review," he said.

"Complete methodology, partial data," she said. "Three undocumented bloodline candidates identified. Two require follow-up investigation. One—" She paused. "One requires a separate conversation."

His attention sharpened.

"Separate how," he said.

"Separate in the sense that the individual involved is present and wishes to speak for themselves," she said. "Not as part of this delegation. As himself."

A pause.

"The sealed record," the woman said.

Her voice was the first time she had spoken. Clear, even, the register of someone who had been listening carefully and had identified the specific thread worth pulling.

"Yes," Elara said.

"We know about the sealed record," the woman said. "We found the archive entry six months ago. We haven’t been able to access the restricted section — it requires regent authority, which has been — unclear — since the transition."