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

Eleana’s smile disappeared. "Careful, Sister. Throwing accusations around without proof is dangerous."

"I’m not accusing anyone. Just stating facts: someone sent assassins, I’m leaving to do business. If you think that’s an accusation, maybe ask yourself why."

Robin’s hand drifted toward his sword. The fox knight did the same. The hallway suddenly felt a lot smaller.

"You’ve changed," Eleana said quietly, her voice ice-cold. "The pathetic little sister who could barely talk is gone. This new version is way more annoying."

"This version is harder to kill," Elara shot back. "Must be frustrating."

"Port Crestfall is a long trip," Eleana said, ignoring her. "Dangerous roads. Bandits. Ships sink. Warehouses burn. So many accidents waiting to happen to a princess without proper protection."

The threat was crystal clear.

"I’ll have my household guard and merchant allies watching my back. That’s more protection than I get here, where assassins walk into my bedroom whenever they want."

Eleana’s jaw clenched. "You’re making powerful enemies, Sister."

"I already have powerful enemies. At least now I pick where we fight." Elara stepped forward, crowding her space. "Now if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do. Unless you want to try something right here in the hallway? The guards would love that."

Neither sister moved. The tension was thick enough to cut.

Then Eleana stepped aside, that razor-sharp smile back in place. "Safe travels, Sister. Give the merchants my regards. I’m sure they’ll find you... fascinating."