Reborn as the Psycho Villainess Who Ate Her Slave Beasts' Contracts-Chapter 87 --

But none of them looked unprepared. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"I’ve been summoned back to the capital in ten days," Elara said without preamble. "Imperial decree. Mandatory attendance for succession proceedings. No extensions possible."

The room absorbed this silently.

"Which means," she continued, "we have ten days to make every operation in Port Crestfall sustainable without my physical presence. The supermarket, the drink distribution, the vendor contracts, security, finances—everything must function independently."

Dimitri raised his hand slightly. "Your Highness, ten days is not enough time to—"

"It has to be." Elara’s voice was flat, factual. "I don’t control the timeline. I can only optimize within the constraints given."

She walked to a board where she’d drawn organizational charts.

"Current structure: everything flows through me. Every decision, every approval, every problem reaches my desk. This is unsustainable." She pointed to three names. "New structure: Dimitri handles all financial operations and vendor relations. Mira handles personnel and administrative functions. Gregor handles security coordination with the beast knights."

"Your Highness," Gregor said carefully, "that’s a significant amount of authority to delegate—"

"Yes. Which is why we’re implementing oversight mechanisms." Elara drew lines between the names. "Dimitri and Mira cross-check each other’s work weekly. Gregor reports security matters to both of them. Any expenditure over one hundred gold requires two signatures. Any new hire requires background verification from Mira and security clearance from Gregor."

She turned to face them.

"You three are now co-directors of Port Crestfall operations. Equal authority. Shared responsibility. If I die or am prevented from returning, you continue operations and split profits according to the partnership agreement Dimitri will draft today."

Silence. Then Mira spoke quietly. "Your Highness... you’re planning for your death?"

"I’m planning for contingencies. Death is one of them." Elara’s expression didn’t change. "In the capital, I’ll be surrounded by sisters who want me dead. At least two have already funded assassination attempts. The succession battle is intensifying. Statistically, my chances of survival are—"

"We don’t need statistics, Your Highness," Dimitri interrupted. His voice was firm. "We need you to survive."

Elara looked at him. "Wanting me to survive doesn’t change the risks. Planning for my potential death improves operational continuity regardless of outcome."

"But—"

"This isn’t a discussion about feelings. It’s a practical business decision." She turned back to the board. "If I die, the operations must continue. The beast knights must maintain employment. The supermarket must keep serving customers. That requires clear succession planning."

She pointed to the fox knight. "If I die, the beast knights transfer to Gregor’s direct command. He becomes your primary authority. You follow his orders as you would mine."

The fox knight’s ears flattened, but he nodded. "Yes, Your Highness."

"If Gregor dies or is compromised, command transfers to the next senior knight by service years. If the entire Port Crestfall operation collapses, you’re released from service and receive six months’ severance pay each. Dimitri will set aside the funds for this today."

She turned to Lisa. "You continue as double agent regardless of my status. If I die, you report to Dimitri. Your family extraction proceeds as planned—Shadow Guild has been paid enough to complete the operation even if I’m not alive to manage it."

Lisa’s hands trembled slightly, but she nodded.

Elara continued methodically through every scenario:

- What happens if revenue drops below sustainability threshold (reduce staff, consolidate operations)

- What happens if local nobles try to reclaim power after she’s gone (use evidence files, threaten exposure)

- What happens if palace officials try to seize her assets (Dimitri has documents proving legal ownership, challenge in court)

- What happens if assassination attempts target the operation itself instead of her (beast knights defend, relocate if necessary)

By the end of the hour, she’d mapped out contingency plans for fifteen different failure scenarios.

The staff looked overwhelmed. The beast knights looked grim.

But everyone understood their roles.

"Questions?" Elara asked.

Mira raised her hand. "Your Highness... do you actually expect to die in the capital?"

"I expect the probability is higher than I’d prefer. I’m planning accordingly." Elara’s voice remained clinical. "But I’m also taking measures to increase my survival odds. The Shadow Guild is still investigating funding sources for the assassination attempts. I’m building intelligence on my sisters’ operations. And I’m entering the capital with much more power than when I left."

"Will that be enough?"

"Insufficient data to predict with confidence." She paused. "But I survived six months in Port Crestfall despite seven assassination attempts. I’ve destroyed three local nobles who tried to stop me. I’ve built profitable operations from nothing. That’s better than most people would have managed."

She walked to the window, looking out at the city waking up.

"The succession battle is between multiple princesses—at least seven actively competing, possibly more operating in shadows. First Princess Eleana Blackwood leads. Third Princess Mingzhu Blackwood challenges her. I’m currently the weakest acknowledged competitor."

She turned back to face them.

"But I’m also the only one who’s built independent power outside palace control. That makes me unpredictable. Dangerous in a different way. Some of my sisters want me dead because of that. Others might want me as an ally for the same reason."

"Which ones might want you as an ally?" Dimitri asked.

"Insufficient information. But I’m going to find out." Elara returned to her desk. "The next ten days are about two things: making Port Crestfall self-sufficient, and gathering intelligence on my sisters so I know who to avoid and who to approach."

"Your Highness," the fox knight said carefully, "the succession battle... how many princesses are actually competing?"

"Official count is seven. But I have evidence suggesting the real number might be higher." Elara pulled out a folder. "Some princesses who are supposedly dead or missing might still be alive and operating through proxies."

The room went quiet.

"You think your dead sisters are secretly alive?" Gregor said slowly.

"I think it’s possible. Which means the succession battle might involve more players than the official count suggests." Elara set down the folder. "The Shadow Guild is investigating. I should have confirmation within a week."

"And if they are alive?" Dimitri asked. "What does that mean for you?"

"It means I have more enemies than I calculated. Or possibly more potential allies." Elara’s expression didn’t change. "Either way, it’s information I need before returning to the capital."

She looked around the room at her assembled staff and guards.

"Ten days. We make this operation bulletproof. We gather intelligence on my sisters. We prepare for my return to succession battle." She paused. "And we plan for every possible outcome—including my death—so that nothing we’ve built here collapses regardless of what happens in the capital."

"What about the supermarket?" Gregor asked. "We’re only at three weeks of operation. Profits are good but not yet stable—"

"Profits are stable enough. Dimitri will manage expansion plans after I leave." Elara pulled out a schedule. "This week: finalize all delegations and cross-training. Next week: I review everything one final time and transfer all remaining authorities. Day ten: I depart for capital."

She distributed copies of the schedule to the three new co-directors.

"You have your assignments. Any problems, bring them to me immediately. We don’t have time to waste on inefficient communication."