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

"Tomorrow then," he said.

He went inside.

She stood in the corridor for a moment in the late afternoon quiet, and outside the window the city was doing what it always did at this hour — settling, shifting, the particular quality of a place transitioning from the afternoon version of itself to the evening version.

She was not thinking about anything in particular.

That was the most unusual part.

She stood there for a moment just being in it — the quiet, the late light, the simple uncomplicated fact of a day that had been something other than necessary.

Then she went to find Fen and ask about tomorrow’s route.

Three hours later

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