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

Elara stretched her arms, then looked at the steward slumped against the wall. "How many servants are registered to this palace."

He lifted his head slightly, mouth still swollen. "About thirty, Your Highness."

Elara’s expression didn’t change. "Thirty. But since I woke up, I haven’t seen thirty servants. Where are they."

The second steward—a thin man who’d been trying to stay invisible—spoke up, voice shaking. "Your Highness, they’re... they’re serving in other palaces."

Elara went very still.

"Clarify," she said. "They are registered here. They are paid from this palace’s budget. But they work elsewhere."

The steward lowered his head. "Yes, Your Highness."

For a long moment, Elara said nothing. Her face showed no anger, no surprise—just that flat, unreadable calm that made everyone in the room hold their breath.

Then she stood up from the desk in one smooth motion.

"Team Five," she said, pointing to the knights who’d been guarding the servants. "Team One." She looked at Liam’s group. "Team Three—bring them back from the gates."

The fox-eared knight moved immediately, and within thirty seconds, fifteen knights stood in formation.

Elara picked up one of the staff rosters from the desk and threw it. The lead knight caught it mid-air.