No one expected Emma to outsmart the Enchanter Clan elders and Celia, both masters of trickery, and take so many treasures from them. Ms. Tibarn is impressive! Silas put away the storage band and looked at Emma. "You did wonderfully, Emma." His voice was filled with unabashed pride. "This is exactly how you deal with those Enchanters." On his way back, Silas had already learned the full story from Kieran. He knew Emma hadn't suffered any losses—in fact, she had gained a great deal. Seeing Emma safe and happy made him truly glad. Soon, the Enchanter Clan returned with the elders and Celia. Earlier, when Celia's partner came to hand over the items, he asked to see Malrik. Marcus bluntly told them: if they wanted to see Malrik, they'd need to pay five times the ransom. Celia's partner immediately fell silent and left with her in tow. … Meanwhile, at the Enchanter Clan, Celia returned and did not stop cursing Emma. "That treacherous female Emma! How dare she injure me like this? I'll never forgive her." She sat on the bed, her wounds from the chains still oozing blood. "Where is the holy medicine?" she demanded, glaring at her partner. "You useless fools, why haven't you given me the medicine yet?" "It's coming," another partner said, hurrying in with a bottle of deep green healing potion. He knelt before her and presented the potion with both hands. "Ms. Yates, here is the medicine. Take it, and your wounds should stop bleeding." Celia looked at the potion and instantly scowled. Smack! Her hand flew up, landing a hard slap on his face."You expect me to drink this? I want holy medicine—not this garbage!" Her partner, face reddened from the slap, spoke softly. "Ms. Yates, we gave all our money to Emma. We don't have enough left to buy the holy medicine from the Ravaryn." Another partner also knelt to explain further. Smack! Celia raised her hand again and slapped him, too. "You idiot! If we didn't have enough money, couldn't you have asked the Ravaryn's therian to let us buy on credit? Once our clan leader returns, we could pay them back. How could we possibly owe them money?" They were nobles of Central Planet. No matter what, the Ravaryn should show the Enchanter Clan some respect. The partner who had been slapped felt deeply wronged. He lowered his head and said quietly, "Ms. Yates, I did say that to the Ravaryn therian. However, they said not only will they never allow us to buy on credit, they won't sell us holy medicine ever again.""Why?!" Celia asked immediately. What are the Ravaryn trying to do? Are they openly severing relations with us? Have they gone mad? The partner answered, "They said... this time we offended their clan leader's son—Corvin's partner. If we create trouble for Ms. Emma Tibarn, we are creating trouble for the Ravaryn. From now on, they will no longer associate with the Enchanter Clan..." "They're insane—completely insane!" Celia couldn't believe the Ravaryn would risk offending the entire Enchanter Clan over someone like Emma. The partner beside her saw the blood welling up again from Celia's wounds and quickly tried to persuade her. "Ms. Yates, please drink the potion for now. Even though this potion can't heal you instantly like the holy medicine, once you drink it, your wounds won't hurt anymore—and they should stop bleeding." Celia was furious, but had to drink the potion for her health.Just as she finished drinking, her lightcore suddenly chimed. She picked it up and, unexpectedly, found a message from Dahlia. 'Ms. Yates, I heard that you were greatly wronged and even injured by Emma because of Malrik. I've brought our human holy medicine. I'll come over right away to see you.' … After dinner, inside the manor, Emma went to comfort Drake. Drake was in his room, sending messages to Embrace of the Moon. "I'll give you two more Rank 11 insect cores. Help me come up with another solution." He sent the message, but Embrace of the Moon did not reply. Just as he frowned at his lightcore, Emma suddenly appeared in his doorway. Although Drake's door was only ajar, Emma still raised her hand and knocked. Knock, knock, knock!Drake looked up at the sound. Seeing Emma standing there, he instinctively hid his lightcore. "Emma, why are you here?" Drake quickly got up and opened the door for her. "I came to calm you down. I didn't interrupt anything, did I?" Emma walked in with a smile. She didn't ask who he had been messaging; that was Drake's business.