Reborn as the Psycho Villainess Who Ate Her Slave Beasts' Contracts-Chapter 92 --

"Perhaps." Elara looked back at him over her shoulder. "But it won’t be you. You’ll be somewhere else, living quietly, with nothing but memories of the empire you built and lost because you made the mistake of trying to stop me."

She left.

The doors closed behind her with a heavy sound.

Outside, Dimitri was waiting by the carriage, looking shaken. "Your Highness... that was..."

"Efficient," Elara said. "Three local threats neutralized in four days. Kessler fled, Marrs withdrew support, Carver destroyed." She climbed into the carriage. "The message is clear now. Opposing me costs more than tolerating me."

"But Carver was right about one thing," Dimitri said carefully as the carriage started moving. "You’re making enemies very quickly. And you’re still in the succession battle with princesses who have far more power than local nobles."

"Different problem. Requires different approach." Elara looked out the window at Port Crestfall passing by. "But I needed to clear local threats first. Can’t fight effectively in the succession battle while local enemies are sabotaging my foundation."

"So now what?"

"Now we focus on the real fight." She pulled out the imperial summons she’d received—the one ordering her return to the capital in ten days. "I have one week to make Port Crestfall operations fully sustainable without my presence. Then I return to face my sisters."

"Are you ready for that?"

"No. But I’m more ready than I was six months ago." She folded the summons. "Six months ago I had nothing. No money, no allies, no power base. Now I have profitable businesses, loyal staff, trained guards, and intelligence networks. That’s not enough to win the succession battle, but it’s enough to survive the next stage."

Dimitri nodded slowly. "What about the evidence against Carver? You promised to suppress it for a year if he complied."

"I will. I keep my agreements." Elara’s tone was matter-of-fact. "Destroying him completely serves no additional purpose now that he’s removed from the market. Better to have him afraid and compliant than desperate and vengeful."

"You’re surprisingly... strategic about this."

"I’m practical. Unnecessary cruelty wastes resources and creates unpredictable enemies." She leaned back against the seat. "Carver is broken but alive. Kessler is exiled but intact. Marrs is neutralized but comfortable. All three will remember that I could have done worse and chose not to."

"So they’re more afraid of you than they would be if you’d just killed them."

"Exactly."

The carriage continued through the city. People were already talking—Elara could see clusters of merchants and citizens discussing something, gesturing toward the direction they’d come from.

Word would spread fast. The Fourth Princess had destroyed another merchant lord. Walked into his estate with guards and a magistrate and walked out with signed papers transferring everything.

Let them talk. Let the fear spread.

By tomorrow, every remaining noble in Port Crestfall would understand the cost of opposing her.

And maybe—just maybe—some of them would choose to work with her instead.

That would make the next phase easier.

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That evening, Elara held a meeting in her office with Dimitri, Mira, Gregor, and the fox knight.

"Status of Carver’s business transfer?" she asked.

Dimitri consulted his notes. "The magistrate confirmed all documentation is legitimate. Asset transfer will be complete within three days. Warehouses, ships, trade contracts—everything passes to the holding company you designated."

"Good. Distribution of those assets?"

"As you ordered: forty percent goes to expanding supermarket operations. Thirty percent to establishing a shipping division for drink distribution. Twenty percent to hiring additional security personnel. Ten percent reserved for contingency funds."

"Approved." She turned to Gregor. "Security assessment?"

"No further incidents since the poisoning. The food court reopened yesterday with completely new inventory and enhanced safety protocols. Customer traffic is actually higher than before—people are curious, and the generous compensation you provided created goodwill."

"Revenue impact?"

Mira spoke up. "Minimal. The three-day closure cost approximately eight hundred gold in lost sales, but the publicity actually increased brand recognition. We’ve had inquiries from merchants in neighboring districts about opening similar operations."

Elara processed that. The attack had failed not just to destroy her business, but had inadvertently strengthened it. Carver’s sabotage had backfired completely.

"Expansion into neighboring districts is premature," she said. "We don’t have sufficient infrastructure or security to manage multiple locations yet. Defer those inquiries until after I return from the capital."

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Shadow Guild report?"

The fox knight pulled out a sealed document. "Arrived this morning. They’ve identified ’The Broker’—the intermediary who hired the assassination team three days ago."

He opened it and read: "Name: Melissa Corvane. Age forty-three. Former palace administrator, dismissed eight years ago for financial irregularities. Currently operates as a freelance coordinator for sensitive operations. Known connections to Third Princess Mingzhu Blackwood’s household and possibly First Princess Eleana’s intelligence network."

Elara took the document and scanned it. Melissa Corvane. The name meant nothing to her, but the connections did.

Third Princess Mingzhu. Third in line for succession, but widely considered more dangerous than First Princess Eleana because she operated through proxies and maintained perfect deniability.

"The Shadow Guild confirmed Corvane’s current location?" Elara asked.

"Yes. She maintains a residence in the capital’s diplomatic quarter. Well-protected, difficult to approach directly."

"But approachable."

"Given sufficient resources, yes."

Elara set the document aside. "We’re not approaching her. Not yet. First I need to understand the full scope of who she works for and whether she’s acting on direct orders from Mingzhu or operating independently."

"The Guild can investigate further, but it will be expensive."

"Cost is irrelevant. I need complete intelligence on Corvane, her clients, her operations, and her connection to the succession battle before I return to the capital." She looked at Dimitri. "Authorize payment to the Shadow Guild. Whatever they need."

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Lisa status?"

Mira answered this time. "Still embedded as a double agent. Her last report indicated her handlers are growing suspicious—they expected the ambush to succeed and are questioning why it failed."

"What did she tell them?"

"That you received warning from an unknown source and changed your schedule at the last minute. That she didn’t know about the change until after the ambush failed."

"Do they believe her?" 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

"For now. But they’re being more cautious. Future intelligence requests are likely to be tested—they’ll feed her false information to see if it gets back to you."

"Expected." Elara stood and walked to the window. Outside, Port Crestfall was settling into evening—lanterns being lit, shops closing, people heading home. "Lisa’s usefulness as a double agent is declining. Once I leave for the capital, her position becomes riskier without direct support."

"Should we extract her early?" Gregor asked.

"No. But prepare the extraction plan for immediate execution if she’s compromised. I won’t leave her to get caught and tortured." Elara turned back to face them. "The Shadow Guild has her family secured?"

"Yes. They’re in a safe house three provinces away. Ready to be moved to permanent relocation if needed."

"Good. Inform Lisa that her family is safe and that extraction protocols are ready if she needs them. That should ease some of her anxiety."

Mira nodded. "I’ll tell her tonight."

"Anything else requiring immediate attention?"

Silence.

"Then we focus on the timeline. Seven days remaining until I depart for the capital. Operational transition must be complete by day six so I have one day for final review."

She outlined the schedule: