Reborn as the Psycho Villainess Who Ate Her Slave Beasts' Contracts-Chapter 205 --

"I’m not accusing." The Fifth Concubine’s eyes never left Elara’s. "I’m *observing*. The Fourth Princess has been investigating palace conspiracies for weeks. She set a trap. Spread a rumor. Drew out an assassin. And then..." She tilted her head. "...something went differently than planned."

Elara’s expression didn’t change. "You’re confessing to conspiracy to commit regicide."

"I’m confessing to trying and failing." The Fifth Concubine stood, moving with liquid grace. "I sent Lian to kill the Emperor before he could wake and reassert control. I wanted him dead because his return would have destroyed everything I’d built in his absence. Every careful alliance. Every protected position. All of it gone the moment he opened his eyes."

She walked to the balcony railing, looking out over the Harem gardens.

"But I failed. Lian was caught. My plan collapsed. And then—conveniently—the Emperor died anyway. Killed by a mysterious assassin who escaped. How *fortunate* for you, Your Highness."

Elara looked at the Fifth Concubine directly.

"Why did you do it?"

The woman blinked, genuine confusion crossing her face. "Huh?"

"Getting the Emperor’s favor. Living in this palace. Having servants, luxury, security." Elara’s tone was flat, analytical. "Why would you need to kill him? What did you gain from his death?"

The Fifth Concubine was silent.

Elara continued, voice clinical. "I know you sent the assassin. That much is documented. But the *why* isn’t clear. What was your reason? What was your motive?"

She tilted her head slightly.

"As for me—I’ve never met you. Never interacted with you. Never done anything that would make me your enemy. My mother was the same—didn’t fight for power, didn’t engage in palace politics, mostly kept to herself and her research. So she couldn’t be the source of your hatred either."

Her eyes narrowed fractionally.

"So poisoning me, orchestrating assassination attempts, risking everything—*why*?"

The Fifth Concubine’s smile was sad. Painful. "I really shouldn’t have underestimated you. You’re truly impressive, Your Highness. Just as I thought you’d be."

Elara waited.

The Fifth Concubine looked around her chambers—at the silk wall hangings, the expensive furniture, the tea service. "You asked what I got. This palace? These servants? This beautiful prison?"

She walked to the window, looking out at the gardens.

"Prison. Yes. That’s the right word. This beautiful cage where I was captured."

She turned back to Elara.

"Do you know what the difference is between the consorts who live in the public palaces and us concubines?"

Elara said nothing. Just observed.

"The consorts have power," the Fifth Concubine continued. "Political connections. Family backing. They entered arrangements willingly—marriages of convenience, alliances, strategic partnerships. They had *choice*."

Her voice dropped.

"Most of us here? We had no choice. We were *taken*. Our futures were something else. Some of us were professional artists. Dancers. Musicians. Some had dreams. Ambitions. Some had people we loved. Families. Lives."

She gestured around the Harem.

"But the Emperor stole that from us. Do you know why there are no children in this entire palace?"

Elara paused.

Actually paused.

Because she’d walked through the gardens, past dozens of women, and hadn’t seen a single child. Not one. In a space housing fifteen—no, supposedly *twenty*—of the Emperor’s lovers, there should have been children everywhere.

The Fifth Concubine saw the realization dawn. "You haven’t noticed until now. Of course. Because this is the *Concubine Palace*. We exist to serve the Emperor. Our children, our futures, our hopes—all irrelevant. Discarded."

"How many concubines live here?" Elara asked slowly.

"You said fifteen earlier," the Fifth Concubine replied. "There *used* to be twenty, Your Highness. Five killed themselves last month."

The room went very quiet.

Even Demerti, standing by the door, went pale. The Beast Knights shifted uncomfortably. The disgust was visible on their faces now—these men who’d served the Emperor loyally, suddenly confronted with what their service had protected.

"Not only that," the Fifth Concubine continued. "The youngest one here is even younger than you. She’s only fourteen years old."

*Fourteen.*

Demerti made a choked sound. One of the Beast Knights—Marcus—actually looked away, jaw clenched so tight his teeth must have ached.

The Fifth Concubine’s smile was bitter. "People say this is the Emperor’s palace. His private retreat. His personal paradise. But to tell you the truth, Your Highness, this is just a high-class brothel. A stone cage where instead of customers coming to us, we’re kept here for one customer. We had futures. We had people we loved. Everything. And he stole it all."

She walked closer to Elara.

"I used to have a fiancé. He was crippled—couldn’t walk—but I loved him. And he loved me just as much. We were happy in our small village. But I wanted to treat his leg. Give him a better life. So I came to the capital and started working as a waitress in a restaurant—because that’s where you make the most money in the shortest time. We were saving. Planning our marriage. Building our future."

Her voice cracked slightly.

"Then one day, the Emperor came to that restaurant. The mighty one. The beloved ruler. He saw me serving tables and decided he wanted me."

She looked directly at Elara.

"I refused. Politely. Respectfully. I told him I was engaged. That I had someone waiting for me. That I wasn’t available."

A pause.

"Three days later, soldiers came to my village. They brought me to the palace. Told me I’d been ’honored’ with imperial selection. When I refused again, they showed me a letter. From my fiancé’s family."

Her hands clenched.

"He’d been arrested. Charged with sedition. Some fabricated crime about speaking against the throne. The penalty was execution. Unless—" She smiled without humor. "—unless I agreed to become the Emperor’s concubine. Then the charges would be dropped. My fiancé would be ’mercifully’ spared."

"So you agreed," Elara said.

"Of course I agreed. What choice did I have? Let the man I loved die for a crime he didn’t commit? Or sacrifice my own freedom to save him?" The Fifth Concubine’s eyes were wet but her voice stayed steady. "I thought—I *hoped*—that maybe after serving for a few years, I’d be released. That I could return home. That we could still have our life together."

She laughed bitterly.

"I was so naive. There is no release from this place. Once you enter the Harem, you never leave. Ever. The Emperor doesn’t let his possessions go."

"And your fiancé?" Elara asked quietly.

"Executed anyway. Six months after I arrived here. Apparently the Emperor decided keeping the promise was inconvenient. Or maybe he just forgot. I don’t know. I never got an explanation. Just a letter from his family telling me he was dead."

The Fifth Concubine walked back to the balcony, looking out at the beautiful prison.

"That’s when I understood. This isn’t favor. This isn’t honor. This is *slavery* dressed in silk and called privilege. We’re property. Decorative objects to be used and discarded when we’re no longer appealing."

She turned back.

"You asked why I tried to kill him. That’s why. Because I wanted freedom. Because I wanted revenge. Because every day I spend in this cage is another day stolen from the life I should have had."

"And poisoning me?" Elara asked. "How does that serve your goals?"