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

"The garrison situation," she said. It was not a secret. Fen would be working with her and would need to understand the context. "The chain of responsibility goes higher than the garrison commander. I’m establishing how high."

"And when you’ve established it?"

"Then I deal with it from the top down," Elara said. "Not the bottom up. The bottom-up approach removes the people doing the visible harm and leaves the structure that produced them intact, which means it produces new people doing the same harm on a regular schedule."

Fen was quiet for a moment. "The captain in Lord Castin’s district administrative structure," she said. "The one I mentioned earlier — the road problems, the supply issues."

"Yes."

"He reports to the district overseer, who reports to the regional administrator for the northeast cluster." Fen paused. "The regional administrator has held that position for fourteen years."

Elara looked at her. "You’ve been thinking about this."

"For three years," Fen said. "Since I was in the posting and couldn’t do anything about it. Yes." She met Elara’s gaze steadily. "I would like to be part of dealing with it."

"You will be," Elara said.

She returned to her document.