Reborn as the Psycho Villainess Who Ate Her Slave Beasts' Contracts-Chapter 125 --

She looked at Duke Romian. "Are you willing to accept that obligation?"

He hesitated. Then nodded. "Yes. If you die, I’ll honor your commitment. Though I’d prefer you survive and do it yourself."

"Agreed." Elara turned back to the delegation. "Those are my terms. I commit to your freedom, but we execute strategically. Build strength first, announce when we’re ready, fight the civil war from position of maximum advantage. Does that work?"

The wolf knight read through what she’d written. His hands shook slightly.

"You’re really promising this. Legally binding commitment."

"Yes."

"Why? You don’t even feel emotions. You said so at the Medical Council evaluation. So why risk civil war for people you don’t emotionally care about?"

Elara considered how to explain.

"Because the current system is inefficient," she said finally. "Slavery produces worse outcomes than free labor. Enslaved beast knights work at minimum capability because they have no incentive to excel. Free beast knights with fair compensation work harder, innovate more, create better results. It’s basic economics."

"So you’re doing this for efficiency? Not justice?"

"I’m doing this because efficient systems and just systems align in this case. The morally correct outcome is also the practically superior outcome. That makes the decision straightforward, even without emotional investment in justice as a concept."

The wolf knight laughed—surprised, almost disbelieving. "You’re going to start a civil war for efficiency reasons."

"If necessary, yes."

"That’s the most insane thing I’ve ever heard." He looked at the other delegates. "And I love it. Because it means she actually means it. She’s not promising freedom because it sounds noble. She’s promising it because she calculated it’s the optimal strategy. That’s more reliable than empty idealism."

The fox-clan female nodded. "My previous master made lots of promises about treating us well. Never kept them. Always excuses. But Princess Elara?" She gestured at the written commitment. "She’s putting it in writing. With witnesses. With transition plan. Because to her, breaking commitments is just inefficient. We can actually trust this."

Elara signed the document. "Duke Romian, witness this."

He signed as well.

The Emperor’s voice came from the doorway. "I’ll witness it too."

Everyone spun around.

The Emperor stood in the entrance, wearing simple black robes. No guards. No ceremony. Just him, having apparently entered unnoticed during the entire conversation.

"Your Majesty—" Duke Romian started to bow. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

"Skip the formalities. I heard everything." The Emperor walked to the table and picked up the Beast Knight Rights Act proposal. Read it carefully. "Interesting. You’re planning revolutionary reform with a ten-year transition period. Ambitious and practical. Exactly what I’d expect from you, Fourth Daughter."

"Were you spying on us?" Elara asked.

"Of course. You’re my daughter, you’re proposing civil war, and there are six unknown beast knights in Duke Romian’s estate. I’d be incompetent if I wasn’t monitoring this conversation." He set down the proposal. "But I’m not here to stop you. I’m here to offer support."

Silence.

"You want to support beast knight liberation?" the wolf knight said, disbelieving.

"I want to support my daughter’s attempt to fix a broken system I’ve maintained for forty years because I was too tired to fight the noble families." The Emperor pulled out his seal—the personal one, not the official imperial seal. "If you’re going to commit to this, commit properly. I’ll witness the document with imperial authority. That makes it legally binding even if you die—Duke Romian would have imperial backing to implement the reforms."

"Why?" Elara asked. "This will destabilize the empire. Trigger civil war. Destroy the noble families’ power bases."

"Because Lin Mei would have done the same thing." The Emperor’s voice was quiet. "When she was alive, she talked about reforming the beast knight system. Said it was morally wrong and economically stupid. I dismissed it as idealistic nonsense because I was too focused on maintaining power. But she was right. And you’re right. So yes, I’ll support this. Privately, for now. Publicly, when you’re ready."

He signed the document with his personal seal.

"There. Now it’s imperially witnessed. If you die, Duke Romian has legal authority to implement these reforms with my backing." He looked at the beast knight delegation. "And if word of this conversation leaks before Princess Elara is ready to announce it, I’ll hunt down whoever talked and make them regret it. Understood?"

The delegates dropped to their knees. "Yes, Your Majesty."

"Good. Now get out of the capital quietly. Resume your normal positions. Build your networks. And when the Fourth Princess becomes Empress and announces these reforms, you be ready to mobilize every beast knight in the empire in support."

They bowed and left quickly, the document carefully secured.

When they were gone, the Emperor sat down heavily.

"Elara. Do you understand what you just committed to?"

"Yes. Civil war. Fundamental restructuring of imperial economy. Risk of failure and death."

"And you’re doing it for efficiency reasons."

"Primarily, yes. Though I recognize others might frame it as justice or moral imperative."

The Emperor laughed—genuine, surprised laughter. "You really are the strangest person I’ve ever met. And possibly the most honest." He stood. "I’ll provide what support I can. Intelligence on which noble families will resist most strongly. Military positioning recommendations. Economic transition strategies. But the execution is yours."

"Acknowledged. Thank you, Your Majesty."

"Don’t thank me yet. You might die trying to do this. Civil wars are unpredictable."

"Risk of death is already factored into my calculations."

"Of course it is." He walked toward the door, then paused. "Your mother would be proud. She always said the empire needed someone who combined practical thinking with willingness to challenge the system. You’re exactly that person."

He left.

Elara sat alone with Duke Romian in the now-empty conference room.

"Well," Duke Romian said. "That escalated quickly."

"Yes."

"You just committed to starting a civil war."

"Yes."

"For efficiency reasons."

"Yes."

"You’re insane."

"Possibly. But the calculation is sound. Free beast knight labor is more productive than slave labor. The transition costs are high but manageable. And having thirty thousand loyal soldiers is worth the risk of civil war."

Duke Romian shook his head. "I married you thinking this would be a simple political alliance. Mutual protection. Straightforward arrangement. Now we’re planning revolutionary reform and civil war."

"Does that bother you?"

"No. Surprisingly, it doesn’t." He stood and walked to the window. "I’ve spent forty years serving an empire I didn’t fully believe in, protecting a system I knew was broken. Maybe it’s time to actually try fixing it."

"That’s emotional reasoning."

"Yes. But it aligns with your practical reasoning. Which means we’re working toward the same goal for different reasons." He turned back to her. "That’s probably as close to perfect partnership as people like us will ever achieve."

"Agreed."

Elara pulled out her strategic planning documents and added a new section:

LONG-TERM OBJECTIVE: BEAST KNIGHT LIBERATION

Timeline: 5 years post-succession (per commitment)

Resources Required:

- Military: 30,000 beast knight soldiers + Duke Romian’s forces

- Economic: Port Crestfall revenue + transition fund for displaced noble families

- Political: Emperor’s covert support + younger princesses’ alliance

Risks:

- Civil war (high probability)

- Noble family resistance (certain)

- Economic disruption (moderate)

- Assassination attempts (increased frequency)

Mitigation Strategies:

- Build overwhelming military superiority before announcement

- Offer economic compensation to nobles who comply peacefully

- Implement gradually over 10 years to reduce shock

- Secure all major cities before formal declaration