Reborn as the Psycho Villainess Who Ate Her Slave Beasts' Contracts-Chapter 123 --

Helena embraced her father. "Be careful. And send word when you need me to start the investigation."

"I will." Duke Romian looked at his grandchildren. "Aria, Marcus—be good. Help your mother. Study hard."

"We will, Grandfather!" they said in unison.

Elara stood awkwardly, not sure what the social expectation was for departing.

Helena solved it by pulling her into a brief embrace. "Take care of my father. And yourself. You’re doing something important."

"I’ll try."

"That’s all anyone can ask."

The three riders left the valley, heading back toward the capital.

On the journey back, Duke Romian was quieter than usual.

"Are you alright?" Elara asked on the second day.

"Yes. Just thinking about Helena. About the risk she’s taking." He stared at the road ahead. "I’ve spent forty years keeping her safe. Now I’m allowing her to step into danger. It feels wrong."

"But necessary. If we win the succession battle, she gains permanent safety. If we maintain current status, she stays hidden but vulnerable. The risk-reward calculation favors action."

"I know. Intellectually, I know. But emotionally..." He paused. "I’m afraid. Not for myself. For her. For what might happen if we fail."

Elara processed that. "I can’t understand fear the way you experience it. But I recognize it’s a valid response to potential threat. And I can promise this: I’ll do everything possible to protect Helena if our plans are discovered. She’s helping us. That makes her my responsibility too."

Duke Romian looked at her. "You mean that."

"Yes. Honoring commitments is fundamental to functional operation. Helena is helping us. Therefore, I’m committed to her protection regardless of personal cost."

"Most people would say that more... emotionally. But coming from you, with your practical framing, it’s actually more reassuring." He smiled slightly. "Because I know you mean it literally. Not as comforting words, but as operational commitment."

"Correct."

They continued riding.

By the time they reached the capital three days later, Helena had already sent word through encrypted channels.

Investigation begun. Results expected in one week. Will send detailed report.

—H

The pieces were moving into position.

The investigation into Lady Chen and Lin Mei’s murder was advancing.

Helena was involved now, adding capabilities they hadn’t had before.

The First Consort’s next attack would come soon—but Elara was building strength faster than her enemies were mobilizing.

Duke Romian guided them back to his estate through familiar routes.

When they arrived, the fox knight spoke for the first time in days.

"Your Highness. I met Helena and her children. I saw what Duke Romian has been protecting." His voice was quiet. "I understand now why this marriage matters. It’s not just political alliance. It’s about protecting people who can’t protect themselves."

"Correct."

"The beast knights—we’re good at protection. If you need us to help guard Helena when this all comes out, we will. All of us."

Elara looked at him. "That’s a significant commitment."

"You’ve made significant commitments to us. Fair wages, real authority, treatment as people instead of property." His ears flattened. "Helena’s family deserves the same consideration. We’ll protect them if needed."

"Thank you."

They dismounted. Servants took the horses. Elara walked into the estate feeling like something had shifted.

Meeting Helena had changed the calculation.

This wasn’t just about survival anymore. Or succession. Or building efficient systems.

It was about protecting people who’d been hiding for forty years. Children who deserved normal lives. A woman who could finally stop running if Elara won.

She couldn’t feel emotional investment in that.

But she recognized it as an additional variable in her objective function.

Maximize survival probability AND protect Helena’s family.

Both objectives could be pursued simultaneously. They actually reinforced each other—destroying the First Consort’s faction helped both goals.

Efficient.

Elara went to her study and began updating her strategic plans, incorporating Helena’s intelligence capabilities and the beast knights’ protective commitment.

The succession battle was evolving.

She was evolving too. Not emotionally—she’d never feel things the way normal people did.

But operationally. Adding more objectives beyond pure survival. Building something that mattered to the people who’d chosen to support her.

That was close enough to purpose for now.

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# Scene 16: The Beast Knight Uprising

Two weeks after returning from Helena’s valley, Elara received an unexpected visitor at Duke Romian’s estate.

It was late evening. She was working on Lady Chen investigation plans when the fox knight knocked urgently.

"Your Highness. There’s a delegation at the gate. Beast knights. Not from our unit. They’re requesting immediate audience. They say it’s urgent and that you’re the only one who can help them."

Elara set down her papers. "How many?"

"Six. Different species—wolf, fox, feline, reptilian. All wearing civilian clothes, no uniforms. They look desperate."

"Bring them to the conference room. Standard security protocols."

Ten minutes later, six beast knights knelt in the conference room while Elara and Duke Romian observed from the head of the table.

The oldest—a wolf-clan male with graying fur—spoke first.

"Your Highness. Fourth Princess Elara Blackwood. We come from across the empire, representing beast knights in service to various noble households. We’ve heard about how you treat your knights. Fair wages. Real authority. Respect as people, not property." 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"That’s accurate," Elara said.

"We want to ask—no, to beg—for your help." The wolf knight’s voice shook slightly. "The beast knight population across the empire is suffering. We’re enslaved in all but name. Collared. Controlled. Bought and sold like livestock. And we have no legal recourse. No rights. No voice."

"I’m aware of the systematic oppression," Elara said. "But I’m one princess in the middle of a succession battle. My authority is limited."

"But if you win," a fox-clan female said urgently. "If you become Empress, you could change the laws. Grant us rights. Legal protections. Freedom from slavery."

"That would be politically explosive. Most noble families rely on beast knight labor. Granting you freedom would destroy their economic model."

"We know," the wolf knight said. "But we’re asking anyway. Because you’re the only succession candidate who’s ever treated us like we mattered. If we don’t ask you, we have no hope at all."

Elara studied them. Six desperate faces. Representing how many thousands of beast knights across the empire?

Duke Romian leaned forward. "How did you even find us? This meeting is incredibly dangerous for you."

"We have networks. Underground communication. Beast knights talk to each other in ways nobles don’t notice." The wolf knight straightened slightly. "Word spread about the Fourth Princess who paid fair wages and gave beast knights command authority. Some thought it was a lie. Others hoped it was true. We volunteered to come verify and, if possible, ask for your support."

"If I support you openly," Elara said carefully, "I make enemies of every noble family that relies on beast knight labor. That’s most of the empire’s aristocracy. They’ll unite against me, which could destroy my chances in the succession battle."

"We understand. But if you don’t support us, we have no future anyway. So we’re asking—if not now, then eventually. If you win, will you help us?"

Elara sat back, processing the variables.

This was a moment that could define everything.

Support the beast knights openly, and she’d trigger massive opposition from the nobility. Alienate potential allies. Make the succession battle significantly harder.