Reborn as the Psycho Villainess Who Ate Her Slave Beasts' Contracts-Chapter 94 --

She walked past them to the courtyard where two carriages waited. The first was elegant—black lacquered wood with the imperial seal, cushioned seats, designed for royalty. The second was simpler, designed for luggage and supplies.

Ten beast knights stood in formation. The fox knight stepped forward.

"Your Highness. The selected team is ready for departure."

Elara scanned the group. All of them looked alert, disciplined, prepared. Good choices.

"Travel time to the capital?" she asked.

"Four days by carriage, Your Highness. We’ll stop at imperial waystation each night—secure locations with guaranteed lodging."

"Any known threats along the route?"

"Bandits occasionally target the western passage, but they avoid imperial carriages. The greater risk is..." He hesitated.

"Say it."

"The greater risk is assassination attempts by your sisters’ agents. The road provides multiple ambush opportunities."

"Expected." Elara climbed into the carriage. "We travel with full security protocols. No predictable schedules, no advance announcements of our stops. If we’re attacked, priority is escape, not engagement."

"Yes, Your Highness."

The fox knight signaled. The other nine knights mounted horses—five in front of the carriages, five behind. Full escort formation.

Dimitri stepped forward one last time. "Your Highness... good luck. And please... try to survive."

"I’ll try." Elara settled into her seat. "But if I don’t, you know what to do."

"We do."

She nodded once. The driver cracked the reins.

The carriages rolled forward, out through the gates, into Port Crestfall’s streets. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

People stopped to watch as the Fourth Princess’s procession passed. Some bowed. Others just stared. A few whispered—probably spreading news that she was leaving, that the princess who’d destroyed three local nobles in one week was returning to the capital.

Let them whisper. Let word spread.

By tomorrow, everyone would know the Fourth Princess had left Port Crestfall.

And in the capital, her sisters would know she was coming.

The carriages passed through the city gates and onto the imperial highway. Port Crestfall grew smaller behind them, disappearing into the distance.

Elara looked back once, then turned forward.

Four days to the capital.

Four days to prepare for whatever was waiting.

She pulled out a book—one of the intelligence reports on her sisters—and started reading.

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# Scene 3: Arrival at the Imperial Capital

Four days later, the carriages crested the final hill and the Imperial Capital spread out below them.

Elara had seen it before—six months ago, when she’d fled with nothing but desperation and a handful of loyal beast knights.

It looked different now.

The city was massive, easily ten times the size of Port Crestfall. White stone buildings rose in tiers up the hillside, crowned by the imperial palace complex at the summit. Towers and spires cut the skyline. The main avenue—wide enough for twenty carriages side by side—ran straight from the outer gates to the palace entrance, lined with statues of past emperors.

Everything was designed to overwhelm. To remind anyone entering that they were small, and the empire was vast, and the Emperor’s power was absolute.

Elara felt nothing looking at it. Just analyzed the architecture, calculated travel times between districts, noted security chokepoints.

"Your Highness," the fox knight called from outside. "We’ll reach the outer gates in twenty minutes. Do you want to send advance notice to your palace?"

"No. We arrive unannounced." Elara closed her book. "Less chance for someone to prepare an ambush if they don’t know we’re coming."

"Yes, Your Highness."

The carriages descended toward the city. At the outer gates, imperial guards stopped them.

"State your business," one guard said, hand on his sword hilt.

The fox knight presented documentation. "Fourth Princess Elara Blackwood, returning from Port Crestfall by imperial summons."

The guard examined the papers, then his eyes widened slightly. "The Fourth Princess? We weren’t informed of your arrival—"

"That was intentional," Elara said from inside the carriage. "Are we cleared to enter or not?"

"Yes—yes, Your Highness. Of course." The guard bowed hastily and signaled. The gates swung open.

The carriages rolled through into the capital proper.

The streets were crowded—merchants, nobles, servants, soldiers, all moving with purpose. The noise was overwhelming after Port Crestfall’s relative quiet. Voices, hoofbeats, wagon wheels on cobblestone.

People turned to look as the imperial carriages passed. Some recognized the seal and bowed. Others just stared, probably wondering which princess was inside.

They traveled through the merchant district, then the noble quarter, climbing steadily toward the palace complex. The buildings grew larger, more elaborate. More guards appeared at intersections.

Finally, they reached the inner palace gates.

More guards. More documentation checks. This time the process took longer—the guards sent a runner to verify that Princess Elara Blackwood was actually supposed to be here, that this wasn’t some elaborate infiltration.

Ten minutes later, they were cleared through.

The carriages entered the palace complex and Elara felt the atmosphere change immediately. Heavier. More oppressive. Like the air itself carried weight.

This was the Emperor’s domain. Everything here operated under his rules, his observation, his control.

The carriages stopped in front of a familiar building—the Azure Lotus Palace. Her own residence, unchanged from when she’d left.

Except it wasn’t unchanged.

Elara stepped out and immediately noticed the differences. The courtyard was cleaner than she’d left it—someone had maintained it. The doors were freshly painted. And there were guards posted at the entrance.

Not her beast knights. Human guards in red uniforms.

The fox knight noticed too. His ears flattened. "Your Highness... those are palace guards. Standard rotation. They shouldn’t be here—this is your residence."

"Apparently someone decided otherwise during my absence." Elara walked toward the entrance. The guards saw her coming and straightened.

"Your Highness," one said, bowing. "Welcome back. We’ve been assigned to maintain security during your absence."

"By whose authority?"

"The palace steward, Your Highness. Standard protocols for unoccupied royal residences."

Unoccupied. As if she’d abandoned it rather than being away on business.

"The palace is no longer unoccupied," Elara said. "You’re dismissed. Return to your regular posts."

The guards exchanged glances. "Your Highness, we’d need authorization from the steward to—"

"I’m authorizing it. This is my residence. I don’t require palace guards when I have my own." She gestured to the ten beast knights behind her. "Leave. Now."

The guards hesitated, clearly uncertain whether a princess’s direct order overrode their assignment from the steward.

The fox knight stepped forward, hand on his sword. "You heard Her Highness."

That decided it. The guards bowed and retreated, though one of them was clearly planning to report this immediately.

Fine. Let them report. Let the palace steward—and whoever had ordered this guard placement—know that the Fourth Princess was back and not accepting their interference.

Elara pushed open the doors and entered her palace.

Inside was worse.

Dust covered everything. Furniture was draped in cloth. The air smelled stale and unused. It looked like no one had actually lived here for months—which was accurate, but still jarring.

"Your Highness," the fox knight said quietly, "this will take time to make habitable again."

"Then we start immediately." Elara pulled off the nearest cloth covering, revealing a chair underneath. Dust billowed. "Assign three knights to cleaning and preparation. The rest maintain security perimeter."

"Yes, Your Highness."

She walked through the residence systematically, cataloging what had changed. Her study—locked, but the lock looked like it had been picked and reset. Someone had searched this room. Her laboratory—also locked, also showing signs of forced entry. Her bedroom—untouched, surprisingly.