A spark of pride showed in his eyes. "Ms. Tibarn, afraid now? Release us and return our treasures." He paused. "We're not unreasonable. Keep one-tenth for Mr. Malrik." "Yes!" others echoed. "And once we return, we won't interfere with Mr. Malrik again. But he must give up the position of young chief. From now on, he has nothing to do with our clan." They hated the idea of losing a Rank 11 powerhouse, but offending Emma and her group—who had several Rank 11 partners—was far worse. Emma was unreasonable—future dealings were impossible. Emma listened, then smiled coldly. "Who said I was letting you go?" The elders' expressions froze. She turned to her companions. "Destroy the hall." "Huh?"Marcus and the others stared. "Smash it," Emma repeated patiently. "Make it as messy as possible. Then take pictures and post them online. Claim that beasts from the Enchanter Clan barged into my manor, tried to steal my partner, and wrecked my home and most prized treasures." She beamed at the stunned elders. "Oh, and say they ate the Beast God's fruit, Malrik nearly died retrieving it for me from Beast God Mountain. I'm only a weak sixth-tier female. How could I stop them? Given the state of my home… asking the Enchanter Clan to compensate me for the Beast God's fruit and the damage isn't excessive, right? "Now, no one can call me a thief anymore, right?" She turned and smiled at the elder. "Thanks for the idea. I wouldn't have thought of this." Originally, my intention was simply to take some compensation. But now? It was clear they would pay for a whole Beast God's fruit. I considered myself remarkably generous—the hall was in ruins, yet all I demanded as compensation was just one fruit."You… you…" Despicable… shameless! The elder trembled, unable to breathe from anger. The others stared at Emma as though she were a demon from the deepest hell. How could she act like this? Twisting right and wrong, scheming only to cheat us out of a single Beast God Fruit. Even if we sold everything we had, it wouldn't be enough to pay for one. Judging by her methods, if we couldn't produce a Beast God Fruit… we might really end up as fertilizer. "Emma… we were wrong." The elders finally understood—they could not outplay this seemingly good-natured little female. "We truly don't have any Beast God's fruits. We are willing to contact our families and have them open the treasure vault to redeem us." They really didn't want to become fertilizer. Nor did they have the courage to bet that Emma wouldn't dare to kill them. Having clawed their way to their current status, with wealth and power in hand, they truly could not take the risk. "If only you'd said that from the start," Emma said, walking toward them and bending slightly, smiling politely. "See? Now everything is settled peacefully. It's efficient and effortless." Hearing this, the elders almost spat out a mouthful of blood. Peacefully? We're about to lose everything! This woman is a devil—beating us and tearing at our hearts. Ignoring their flushed, miserable expressions, Emma turned to Edric. "Edric, get paper and pen. Have them write a guarantee statement." She added with a gentle smile, "Make it clear that they are voluntarily compensating my mental anguish and the repair costs of my estate with their treasures. Take a photo as evidence as well." Suppressing his laughter, Edric quickly brought the supplies. With the guards' help, the few elders tremblingly wrote down the humiliating statements. They were even forced to wear a smile for the photos. Once it was done, Emma looked at the statements and photos in her hands, nodding with satisfaction. She handed the elders' lightcore to Kieran and instructed them to contact their families to send the payment. "All right, now you may contact your families." She handed each elder their lightcore, then shifted her gaze to the elder who had initially threatened her.