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

Elara had completely cut ties with the earlier princess.

Whoever had once possessed this body had left nothing behind—no memories, no habits, not even fragments of emotion. It was as though the former owner had vanished entirely. Elara did not know what kind of personality the previous princess had. Whether she was gentle or cruel, impulsive or restrained, sincere or calculating.

So Elara understood she had only one choice.

She would have to create herself anew.

The problem, however, lay deeper than mere imitation. Elara could not feel emotions—not in the way they were meant to be felt. Right and wrong, practical and impractical—she could distinguish between them logically, but there was no emotional pull attached to any of it. She knew that no matter how skilled a copycat she became, perfectly recreating the former princess—especially her emotions—was something completely beyond her reach.

She had tried searching for answers in the diary.

Only a few pages. Sparse words. Formal thoughts. Nothing that described how the previous princess behaved when she was overwhelmed, afraid, or happy. Nothing that revealed how she reacted when emotions took over.

That was when Elara discarded the idea altogether.

There was no point pretending to be someone she could never understand.

If this path led to death—or something equally inevitable—then she would simply play along until the end arrived. Calmly. Almost carelessly.

In this world, especially within rich and noble families, Elara knew one thing to be true: the ones who knew the most were always the servants. They saw everything. Heard everything.

Extracting information from a maid would not be difficult.