Reborn as the Psycho Villainess Who Ate Her Slave Beasts' Contracts-Chapter 82 --

"Then we respond with overwhelming force and hope we’re faster." Elara turned back to him. "Inform the other beast knights. Everyone needs to understand: the amateur attempts were practice. What’s coming next is the real fight."

"Yes, Your Highness."

He left to implement the new protocols. Elara sat back down and continued planning.

The Third Princess and First Consort had made a mistake. They’d assumed the Fourth Princess would be an easy target—isolated, weak, unprotected.

But Elara had spent months building exactly what she needed: money, loyal guards, independent intelligence, and operations that would continue generating revenue even if she died.

She wasn’t weak anymore.

And she was going to make killing her so expensive, so complicated, so politically problematic that her enemies would recalculate the cost-benefit analysis and decide to leave her alone.

Or she’d die trying.

Either way, she’d know the answer soon.

The chair wobbled. She slammed her hand down on the seat, forcing it stable, and kept working.

Outside, professional killers were probably watching her window right now, noting what time she woke up, which room she used, how many guards were visible.

Let them watch. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Every piece of data they collected was about to become obsolete.

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Lisa stood in Elara’s office at midnight, holding a coded message she’d just written.

"Read it back," Elara said without looking up from her own work.

Lisa cleared her throat. "Revenue down eighteen percent week-over-week. Her Highness appears concerned. Overheard discussion with chief administrator about reducing staff costs. Food court considering menu cuts to preserve margins. Morale among household declining due to financial pressure."

"Good. Specific numbers, verifiable decline, logical consequences." Elara glanced up. "But add something personal. They’ll want emotional context, not just data."

Lisa hesitated. "Like what?"

"You tell me. You’ve been spying on me for months. What would they believe about my emotional state right now?"

"That you’re..." Lisa thought carefully. "...frustrated? Maybe angry that the Emperor still hasn’t sent the palace funds? Feeling abandoned?"

"Too strong. I don’t show anger openly." Elara returned to her papers. "Try: ’Her Highness seems more withdrawn than usual. Spends long hours alone in her office. Refused dinner again tonight. Staff worried about her health but she dismisses concerns.’"

Lisa wrote it down. "That’s... actually true though. You did refuse dinner."

"Which makes it believable. Always mix truth with lies." Elara signed a document and set it aside. "The best disinformation is ninety percent accurate."

"And the ten percent that’s false?"

"Is the part that matters." Elara pulled out a ledger and slid it across the desk. "These are the real revenue numbers. Memorize them so you know what not to report."

Lisa scanned the page. Her eyes widened. "Your Highness, these are... much higher than what I’m reporting."

"Yes."

"They think you’re struggling financially, but you’re actually—"

"Quite profitable." Elara took the ledger back. "Which means when they plan their next move, they’ll calculate based on you being desperate and vulnerable. That miscalculation is an advantage."

Lisa nodded slowly, understanding. "You’re setting a trap."

"I’m creating conditions that encourage mistakes." Elara stood and walked to the window. "Your handlers think they have an inside source. They trust your information. That trust is a weapon if used correctly."

"What do you want me to report next week?"

Elara was quiet for a moment, looking out at the dark city. Then she turned back.

"Report that I’m planning to visit the eastern docks on the eighteenth. Personal inspection of shipping operations. Small security detail because I don’t want to draw attention. Morning, around dawn, before the docks get crowded."

Lisa wrote this down, then paused. "Your Highness... are you actually going to the docks?"

"No."

"Then—" Understanding dawned on Lisa’s face. "You’re creating an ambush opportunity."

"I’m testing their response time and capabilities. If they move assassins into position at the docks, we’ll know they’re still acting on your intelligence. We’ll know how many people they can deploy on short notice. And we’ll capture them when they realize their target isn’t coming."

"And if they don’t take the bait?"

"Then we learn they’re more cautious than expected. Either way, we gain information." Elara returned to her desk. "You send that message in five days. I want them to have a week to plan but not enough time to verify through secondary sources."

"Yes, Your Highness." Lisa folded the message carefully. "Should I... should I actually use the dead drop, or—"

"Use the dead drop. Maintain normal pattern. They’re watching to make sure you’re not compromised." Elara sat down. "In fact, starting tomorrow, I want you to occasionally look nervous when you think no one’s watching. Like you’re worried about getting caught."

"That won’t make them suspicious?"

"It’ll make you look like a reluctant spy who’s afraid but still compliant. Exactly what they expect." Elara pulled out another document. "Also, the Shadow Guild is monitoring your dead drop. They’ll see who retrieves your messages and follow them. Don’t acknowledge the surveillance. Act as if you don’t know you’re being watched from multiple directions."

Lisa’s hand trembled slightly. "Your Highness, I’m... this is a lot of layers. What if I make a mistake?"

"Then you die, probably." Elara’s tone was matter-of-fact. "Along with your family. Which is why you won’t make mistakes."

The bluntness should have been cruel, but Lisa just nodded. She’d already betrayed Elara once under duress. There was no room for gentle handling now—just clear stakes and clear expectations.

"I won’t fail," Lisa said quietly.

"Good. Now tell me about the message system. How often do they expect reports?"

"Twice weekly. Tuesdays and Fridays."

"Content requirements?"

"Minimum two paragraphs. They want both operational intelligence and personal observations. Numbers when possible. Direct quotes if I overhear anything significant."

"Response time when you flag something urgent?"

"Usually within two days. Once, when I reported you were meeting with the merchant guild, someone came to investigate within eight hours."

Elara made notes. "So they have people in Port Crestfall who can move quickly. Good to know."

She looked up at Lisa. "From now on, everything you report goes through me first. You write nothing, send nothing, without my approval. Understood?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

"And Lisa—"

"Yes?"

"Your family extraction is proceeding. The Shadow Guild has located them. They’re alive and under surveillance. Two more weeks, maybe less, and we’ll have them out."

Lisa’s eyes filled with tears. "Thank you, Your Highness. I—"

"Don’t thank me. This is a business transaction. Your continued cooperation in exchange for their safety." Elara’s voice remained clinical. "But understand: if the extraction fails, you still work for me. The deal doesn’t change. Are we clear?"

"Yes, Your Highness. Completely clear."

"Good. Dismissed."

Lisa bowed and left, clutching her coded message.

Alone, Elara reviewed her notes. Lisa was now an active double agent. The false information was being carefully crafted to appear genuine while leading enemies toward prepared ambush points. The Shadow Guild was tracking the handlers. The family extraction was in motion.

Multiple operations running simultaneously. High complexity. Many failure points.

But if it worked, she’d turn her greatest vulnerability—the intelligence leak—into her greatest advantage.

Know what your enemies know. Control what they believe. Make them act on false assumptions.

Basic intelligence work.