Reborn as the Psycho Villainess Who Ate Her Slave Beasts' Contracts-Chapter 133 --

"The Emperor told me he wants someone who’ll actually change the system," Elara said. "If Sera and I are both committed to reforms—which Helena has verified—then he should support our consolidation. It achieves his goals more efficiently than prolonged succession battle."

"You’re gambling that he’ll approve of your methods."

"I’m calculating that the outcomes justify the methods. The Emperor thinks strategically. He’ll recognize this approach is optimal even if it’s aggressive."

A messenger arrived—one of Sera’s agents.

"Your Highnesses. Report from Port Crestfall. The siege is broken completely. Baron Veltri’s forces have surrendered. Count Hadrian’s mercenaries retreated but left behind wounded. Viscount Marrs’s guards are requesting terms for withdrawal."

"Terms?" Elara said. "They attacked my city without provocation. There are no terms except unconditional surrender."

"The guards claim they were following orders from Viscount Marrs, who claimed she was acting under authorization from First Princess Eleana. They’re asking for clemency based on following lawful orders."

Sera laughed. "They’re trying to shift blame to Eleana. Smart of them. Do we let them?"

Elara thought. "Yes. Accept their surrender. Offer clemency to the guards in exchange for testimony against Viscount Marrs and Eleana. Use them as witnesses when we present the evidence about Second Princess’s death."

"Building a comprehensive case. I like it." Sera gestured to her agent. "Accept the surrender. Take detailed testimony from all prisoners. Focus especially on who gave the orders and why."

The agent bowed and left.

"We’re moving fast," Helena said quietly. "Maybe too fast. What if something goes wrong?"

"Then we adapt," Elara said. "But standing still is more dangerous than moving quickly. The succession battle is accelerating. We either take control now or get swept aside by events."

"Your Highness," the fox knight’s voice came from the doorway. He’d returned from Port Crestfall overnight, traveling at forced march. "I need to report on the siege."

"Come in," Elara said. "What’s the damage assessment?"

"Civilian casualties: thirty-seven dead, about a hundred wounded. Most of the deaths were in the initial attack before we could establish defensive perimeter. Once Sera’s mercenaries arrived and we organized proper defense, casualties dropped significantly."

Elara’s expression didn’t change, but she noted the numbers carefully. Thirty-seven people dead. Her people. Customers. Employees. Civilians who’d just wanted to live normal lives in a safe city.

"Infrastructure damage?"

"Moderate. The market district took heavy damage from fire attacks. The supermarket itself is intact—we held it as fortress and it worked well. The residential areas mostly survived. Total reconstruction cost: probably twenty thousand gold."

"Acceptable. Assign reconstruction teams immediately. Prioritize housing, then market facilities, then defensive improvements." Elara pulled out authorization documents. "Here. This authorizes you to spend up to thirty thousand gold on reconstruction and fortification. Make Port Crestfall defensible against future attacks."

The fox knight took the documents. "Thank you, Your Highness. The civilians were asking about you. Wanted to know if you abandoned them when the fighting started."

"What did you tell them?"

"That you were in the capital fighting a different battle. That you sent reinforcements as quickly as possible. That you’re committed to their safety." He paused. "They believed me. But you should visit soon. Show them you care about the city beyond just strategic value."

Elara nodded. "I’ll go next week. After we present the evidence against Eleana. Port Crestfall needs to see their princess after the battle."

"They need to see that you bleed for them, not just that you plan for them," the fox knight said quietly.

"I don’t bleed. But I understand the symbolic value of personal presence." She made notes. "One week. I’ll tour the city, meet with civilians, demonstrate commitment. Will that be sufficient?"

"It’ll help."

After the fox knight left, Sera spoke up. "You really don’t feel emotions about those deaths, do you? Thirty-seven people dead defending your city, and you’re just calculating reconstruction costs."

"Correct. I recognize the deaths are tragic from others’ perspectives. I understand the civilians are traumatized and need reassurance. But I don’t experience emotional distress about it myself." Elara looked at her sister. "Does that bother you?"

"No. Actually, it’s useful. Emotional reactions impair strategic thinking. You can make better decisions because you’re not clouded by guilt or grief." Sera smiled. "That’s another reason this alliance works. We’re both practical enough to do what’s necessary without getting paralyzed by feelings."

"I have feelings," Helena interjected. "About those deaths. About what’s happening. And I think that’s important too—someone needs to remember the human cost of all this political maneuvering."

"You’re right," Elara said. "Which is why having you as part of our operation is valuable. You provide the moral grounding that Sera and I lack through different mechanisms."

"I’m not sure being the ’moral grounding’ for two emotionally detached princesses is a role I want."

"Too late. You’re committed now." Sera stood. "I need to return to my quarters. The Emperor will want to see the evidence about Second Princess within the next day or two. I’ll prepare formal presentation. Elara, you coordinate with Duke Romian on military implications. Helena, you prepare to testify using lie detection if needed."

"Agreed," Elara said.

Sera left with her advisors.

When they were gone, Duke Romian turned to Elara. "Do you trust her? Really?"

"I trust that our interests align for now. That’s sufficient."

"And when your interests diverge?"

"Then we renegotiate or terminate the alliance according to the agreement’s provisions." Elara pulled out the signed document. "This isn’t based on trust. It’s based on mutual benefit and clear terms. Much more reliable than emotional bonds."

"Helena, what did you sense from Sera? Really?"

Helena was quiet for a moment. "She’s genuinely committed to the alliance. Genuinely wants reforms. But there’s something else underneath. Ambition. Deep, patient ambition. She wants to win. Badly. Right now that ambition aligns with helping Elara. But when it comes to final succession..." Helena trailed off.

"When it comes to final succession, we compete fairly as agreed," Elara said. "And whoever wins deserves it. That’s acceptable outcome."

"What if she doesn’t compete fairly?"

"Then I deal with that betrayal when it happens. But Helena verified she intends to honor the agreement. Until evidence suggests otherwise, I proceed as if she will."

Duke Romian shook his head. "You’re betting the empire on your ability to out-think and out-maneuver the most strategically brilliant princess in the succession battle. While also fighting off everyone else. While also implementing revolutionary reforms. While also managing commercial operations three hundred miles away."

"Yes."

"That’s insane."

"That’s necessary." Elara stood and walked to the window. The palace complex spread out below, white stone gleaming in afternoon light. "Six months ago I arrived here with nothing. Now I have commercial wealth, military allies, political partnerships, and an actual chance at the throne. The progression is rapid but sustainable. I just need to maintain momentum."

"Or you burn out and collapse spectacularly."

"Possible. But I’ve survived everything thrown at me so far. Seven assassination attempts before the succession dinner. Eight during it. Medical evaluation. False trial. City siege. Every challenge has made me stronger rather than weaker." She turned back. "I’m not stopping now."

Duke Romian looked at Helena. "Your father married a woman who operates like a military campaign. I’m not sure whether to be proud or terrified."

"Both," Helena said. "Definitely both."