Reborn as the Psycho Villainess Who Ate Her Slave Beasts' Contracts-Chapter 117 --

Duke Romian was quiet for a long moment. "This is your decision, not mine. Lin Mei was the woman the Emperor loved. Your mother was the woman he cared for after her. This is your family’s justice to pursue."

"But you care about the outcome. The Emperor told me about Lin Mei because he wants me to change the system that killed her. Exposing her murderer is part of that change."

"Then what do you want to do?"

Elara thought carefully. "I want to investigate first. Verify Sera’s information is accurate. Gather the evidence from Lady Chen’s safe. Build an unassailable case. Then strike when the timing maximizes impact and minimizes retaliation risk."

"Smart." Duke Romian nodded. "I can provide resources for investigation. Discreet military intelligence operatives who won’t be traced back to you."

"Appreciated. I’ll also consult with the Shadow Guild." Elara stood. "Tomorrow. Tonight, I just want to review the wedding gifts for poison and enchantments, then sleep."

"Practical to the end." Duke Romian stood as well. "Your bedroom is down the hall. Second door on the right. My room is at the far end. If you need anything, the servants are available, or you can knock on my door."

"Thank you." Elara paused at the doorway. "Duke Romian?"

"Yes?"

"This marriage—I know it’s strategic and practical and based entirely on mutual benefit. But I want you to know I’ll honor the agreement completely. I’ll be a reliable wife, even if I can’t be an emotional one."

Duke Romian smiled. "I know. That’s why I accepted your proposal. Reliability is worth far more than romance in this palace."

Elara nodded and left.

She found her bedroom—spacious, well-appointed, with a desk and bookshelves already stocked. The servants had brought her belongings from the palace.

She changed out of the wedding clothes, examined each gift carefully for poison or harmful enchantments, found three that were suspicious and set them aside for further analysis.

Then she sat at the desk and pulled out paper.

Post-Wedding Strategic Assessment:

Allies Secured:

- Duke Romian (full military alliance, verified reliable)

- Younger princesses (opportunistic support, uncertain loyalty)

- Emperor (covert assistance, strategic information)

Enemies Confirmed:

- First Princess Eleana + First Consort (open hostility, expect escalation)

- Unknown factions behind consort families (indirect threats)

Uncertain Variables:

- Third Princess Sera (offered information, unclear motivation)

- Other consorts (waiting to see which daughter emerges strongest)

Immediate Actions Required:

1. Investigate Lady Chen and Lin Mei evidence

2. Analyze Sera’s true motivations

3. Establish household routine with Duke Romian

4. Return to Port Crestfall to check operations

5. Prepare for First Consort’s inevitable retaliation

She wrote late into the night, planning, calculating, preparing.

When she finally slept, it was in a bed in her husband’s house, wearing jade bangles from frightened sisters, carrying information about a forty-three-year-old murder, and married to a man she respected but didn’t love.

It was the safest she’d felt since arriving in this world.

Which said a lot about how dangerous everything else was.

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Three days after the wedding, the attack came.

Not assassins. Not poison. Not direct violence.

Politics.

Elara was in Duke Romian’s study, reviewing intelligence reports with him, when a messenger arrived.

"Your Grace, Your Highness. An urgent summons from the Imperial Medical Council. They request Princess Elara’s immediate attendance for mandatory health evaluation."

Elara looked up. "Health evaluation?"

"Yes, Your Highness. The summons states that concerns have been raised about your mental and emotional fitness for succession. The Council has been asked to conduct formal assessment."

Duke Romian’s jaw clenched. "Who requested this evaluation?"

"The First Consort, Your Grace. She filed formal petition citing reports of the Fourth Princess’s ’unusual emotional responses’ and ’concerning behavioral patterns.’ The petition was approved by the Imperial Administrative Office."

"Of course it was," Duke Romian said grimly. "This is retaliation for the wedding. The First Consort is striking back."

Elara set down her papers. "What does this evaluation entail?"

"The Imperial Medical Council can assess any royal family member’s fitness for succession if concerns are raised by senior consort or minister. They conduct interviews, magical examination, psychological evaluation. If they determine you’re mentally unfit, you can be removed from succession consideration entirely."

"Can I refuse?"

"No. Refusing the evaluation is automatically considered admission of unfitness." Duke Romian stood. "This is a brilliant political move. If you attend, they’ll twist your inability to express emotions into evidence of mental defect. If you refuse, you’re automatically disqualified. Either way, the First Consort damages your succession chances."

Elara processed this. "Then I need to attend and pass the evaluation despite not experiencing emotions normally."

"How? You can’t suddenly start feeling things you’ve never felt."

"No. But I can reframe the narrative. Change the question from ’is she emotionally defective’ to ’is her practical approach more effective than emotional decision-making.’" Elara stood as well. "I need to prepare. When is the evaluation?"

"Tomorrow morning. The Council convenes at dawn."

One day. Not much time.

"I need intelligence on the Council members. Their biases, their political alignments, their vulnerabilities." Elara walked to the door. "And I need examples of successful rulers who operated without strong emotional responses. Historical precedent that frames practicality as strength rather than weakness."

"I’ll have my staff compile everything we have." Duke Romian followed her. "But Elara—this is dangerous. The First Consort wouldn’t file this petition unless she thought she could win. She probably has Council members already aligned with her position."

"Noted. Which means I need to sway the uncommitted ones." Elara paused. "Can you attend the evaluation? As my husband?"

"Spouses are allowed to observe but not participate. I can be there for support, but I can’t speak on your behalf."

"Your presence still matters. It signals I have powerful backing." She continued walking. "Anyone else I should bring?"

"The Emperor could intervene, but that would look like favoritism. Probably better if he stays neutral publicly."

"Agreed." Elara reached her temporary study in Duke Romian’s estate—she’d been using it to manage correspondence and intelligence. "I’ll prepare tonight. Review all available information. Develop response strategies for probable questions."

"Want help?"

"No. This is something I need to do alone. Understanding my own thought processes well enough to defend them." She looked at him. "But thank you for offering."

Duke Romian nodded and left her to work.

Elara spent the entire night preparing.

She reviewed psychological theory, medical texts on emotional disorders, historical records of effective leaders who prioritized logic over sentiment. She practiced answering probable questions, refining her explanations of how her mind worked.

By dawn, she was ready.

The Imperial Medical Council chambers were in the palace’s eastern wing—a formal space with high ceilings and clinical white walls. Seven physicians sat behind a raised bench, all wearing official robes. The First Consort sat off to the side in the observer section, looking composed and confident.

Duke Romian sat in the opposite observer section, his military uniform a stark contrast to the medical setting.

Elara stood alone in the center of the room, facing the Council.

The head physician—an elderly man with sharp eyes—spoke first.

"Princess Elara Blackwood. You’ve been summoned to address concerns about your mental and emotional fitness for imperial succession. Do you understand the purpose of this evaluation?"