Reborn as the Psycho Villainess Who Ate Her Slave Beasts' Contracts-Chapter 51 --

Elara almost smiled. "Having second thoughts?"

"Every single day." But he smiled too. "Still better than watching you slowly get poisoned by court politics while I filed paperwork for princes who didn’t know my name."

They stood in comfortable silence for a moment, watching the dark water flow past.

"Your Highness," Dimitri said carefully, "can I ask you something? And will you actually answer honestly?"

"Depends on the question."

"What’s the real plan? Not the merchant contracts and preservation magic—that’s real enough. But what are you actually trying to build in Port Crestfall?"

Elara considered lying. Giving him the official answer about business development and imperial revenue. But he’d followed her out of the palace, left behind everything familiar, put his life at risk for her.

He deserved better than political deflection.

"Independence," she said quietly. "Real independence. Enough money that I don’t need palace funding. Enough influence that I can’t be easily killed or disappeared. Enough distance that my father and sisters have to actually negotiate with me instead of just eliminating me."

"That’s... ambitious."

"That’s survival. If I go back to the palace in three months with nothing but a failed business venture, I’m dead within a week. But if I go back with established merchant partnerships, steady revenue, and leverage..." She trailed off.

"You become someone they have to work with instead of work around," Dimitri finished. "That’s smart. Terrifying, but smart."

"It’ll only work if the people around me are competent and loyal." She looked at him directly. "Are you? Both?"

"Competent, definitely. I’m excellent at logistics and financial planning." He paused. "Loyal... I’m getting there. You hired me when no one else would take the risk. You’re honest about the danger instead of lying about it. You actually listen when I point out problems. That’s worth something."

"But not complete loyalty yet."

"Ask me again in six months." He met her eyes. "Right now I’m loyal enough to not sell you out, work hard for your goals, and probably take a knife for you if it comes down to it. That’ll have to be good enough."

The honesty was almost refreshing. No false promises, no dramatic declarations. Just practical assessment.

"Good enough," Elara agreed.

Footsteps on the deck made them both turn. Mira emerged from below, wrapped in a shawl, looking surprised to find them there.

"Oh. Sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt."

"You’re not," Elara said. "Can’t sleep either?"

"The rocking is weird. And I keep thinking about everything we left behind." Mira joined them at the railing. "Also I’m pretty sure I heard two of the beast knights having a conversation about whether river fish taste different than palace fish, which was surreal enough to fully wake me up."

Dimitri laughed quietly. "They’re probably more unsettled than any of us. Three hundred years in one place, then suddenly on a boat."

"They hide it well," Elara said.

"They’re trained to hide everything." Mira looked thoughtful. "But this morning I saw the hawk knight standing at the rail just... staring at the water like he’d never seen anything like it. Which he probably hasn’t."

They stood together, three people who’d left everything familiar behind to follow an uncertain path with a princess who’d been dying two weeks ago.

"So," Mira said after a moment. "First night of freedom. Or first night of a very long mistake. Which is it?"

"Ask me when we reach Port Crestfall," Elara said.

"And if we don’t make it to Port Crestfall?"

"Then it won’t matter."

Dimitri raised an imaginary glass. "To either making it or not living long enough to regret it."

"That’s dark," Mira said.

"That’s realistic."

Elara surprised herself by laughing—a real laugh, not a political performance. "To survival, then. However it looks."

They stayed on deck for another hour, talking quietly about logistics and plans and what waited ahead. Eventually the cold drove them back to their cabins.

But as Elara finally lay down in her narrow bunk, listening to the river flow past, she felt something she hadn’t felt in weeks.

Not safety, exactly. Not peace.

But possibility.

The palace was behind them. Port Crestfall was ahead. And for the first time since waking up in this body, she was moving forward on her own terms.

She fell asleep to the gentle rocking of the barge, finally at ease.

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MORNING COMES...

The second day on the river, Elara discovered that legendary warriors could be defeated by a bucket.

She’d come up on deck to find absolute chaos.

The hawk knight—usually graceful and precise—was sprawling across the deck, having apparently slipped on the wet wood. A bucket rolled away from him, sloshing water. Three merchant sailors were trying very hard not to laugh.

"I’m fine," the hawk knight said through gritted teeth, scrambling to his feet with considerably less grace than usual. "The deck is... slippery."

"It’s been mopped," one of the sailors said helpfully. "Happens every morning."

The hawk knight’s expression suggested this was a personal betrayal.

Nearby, Captain Lyra—the wolf knight who commanded the beast knight unit—was having her own battle with a coil of rope. She’d apparently tried to step over it, caught her foot, and was now glaring at it like it had personally insulted her.

"These merchant ships have too many ropes," she muttered.

"It’s a barge, ma’am," another sailor offered. "Ropes are kind of essential for—"

"I know what they’re for." Lyra kicked free of the rope with more force than necessary.

The fox knight appeared from below deck, took one look at the scene, and sighed deeply.

"It’s been one day," he said to no one in particular. "One day outside the palace and we’re falling over buckets."

"The floor moves," the hawk knight said defensively. "Palace floors don’t move."

"It’s called a deck. And yes, boats move. That’s their primary function."

Elara watched from her cabin doorway, torn between concern and amusement. These were elite warriors, trained since childhood, bonded to magic, feared throughout the empire. And they were being defeated by basic ship operations.

Over the next few hours, it got worse.

A lynx knight nearly walked straight off the side of the barge because he wasn’t used to edges that led to open water instead of walls. Two bear knights got tangled in hanging cargo nets. Someone—no one would admit who—had tried to "help" the crew raise a sail and nearly capsized a smaller attached boat.

By midday, the merchant crew was giving the beast knights a wide berth, and the beast knights were clustered in their converted cargo hold looking collectively humiliated.

Elara found the fox knight standing alone at the rail, staring at the water with an expression of deep concentration.

"Trying to figure out how it works?" she asked.

"Trying to figure out how we’ve made it this far without drowning." He didn’t look at her. "We’re supposed to be elite protectors. Your safety depends on us. And we can’t navigate a boat deck without falling over ourselves."

"You’ve spent three hundred years indoors. It’s been two days outdoors. Give it time."

"We don’t have time. If someone attacks on the water, we need to be functional. Right now we’re..." He trailed off, clearly frustrated.