Summoned As A Mere Nobody-Yet Possesses An SSS-Rank Ability-Chapter 235: Into the Dwarves’ Midst

"The only time you’re allowed outside is at night. Only at night. If any dwarf sees a human wandering during the day, they won’t even ask questions—they’ll strike first. So don’t test your luck."

Nolan nodded slowly. "Fine. We’ll follow the rules."

"Good," the guard said, exhaling as if relieved they agreed. "Stay quiet. Stay hidden. And pray none of those demons smell you on the way."

"Don’t worry, we’ll be fine. They won’t be able to sense us, our presence while we’re here," Nolan said.

"Okay, good. You guys have to wait. I’m going to go get someone to bring a carriage, like it’s going out. Then we’ll drive it back in," the general said.

"Well, I think that shouldn’t even be needed. I was about to do that, but no... he can’t even pretend to be a Dwarf, even if we wear a skin or something, because Dwarfs are short, really short like you. That won’t even work. So, they’re just going to take us there ourselves. We’re going to walk through this gate—no need to wait for anyone," Nolan said.

"No, that’s it. But how do you want to do it?" the general asked.

"Well, have you forgotten?" Nolan said. "You will come within a year close to me."

Celia, Linda, Lyra, and Damian came close, and they also did. Nolan stretched his hand toward the general. The general moved closer as Nolan snapped his finger. Time stopped. Everyone stopped, including the demons inside the kingdom.

"Wow, amazing... you just used the magic you used again. How is this possible?" the general asked.

"Well, there’s no need for you to know that. Just take us in," Nolan said.

The general nodded. "Okay, follow me," he said. They walked along the path through the gate. Everywhere they looked, everyone was frozen—the market women, customers talking together, a dwarf selling goods, every single one of them.

The general kept looking at everything. "I’m still amazed how you are capable of doing this. I’ve only had the chance with someone like you here to defeat the demon, but I haven’t seen one myself," he said.

"Well, we passed some dwarfs who were demons, but we won’t kill anyone for now. Just observe," Nolan said.

"For real?" the general asked.

"Yes," Nolan said.

"Master, I can also sense it too. Some of them... is it the ones with the strange, powerful dark aura coming from them?" Linda said.

"Yes," Nolan said.

The dwarf general then took them to a small stone house. As they entered, there was a huge bed and a small bed.

"This is where you’re going to be staying," the dwarf general said.

"Good, thank you. And I have a request from you," Nolan said.

"Well, what is it?" the general asked.

"If I actually defeat the ruler... I mean the demon, the one controlling all the demons there, in the dwarf king’s castle, I want a sword. The best possible—something that can outmatch the holy sword," Nolan said.

"Well, that... I’m not sure how possible that is. There are a lot of materials we don’t even have. We ourselves can’t get them," the dwarf general said.

"Well, that’s not the problem. I will get any material you ask for," Nolan said.

"Well, it’s fine. We have one of the blacksmiths anyway. It can be done, but only after you defeat the demon controlling this kingdom," the general said.

Nolan nodded back to the general as he went out and closed the door.

"Master, I think I’m going to go through the kingdom. Let us wait inside for now," Lyra said.

"Okay, that would be good," Nolan replied. "Since you’re good at shapeshifting. You can conceal your presence, but even if you do, strong demons—the very strong ones—will still sense it."

"Well, yes," Lyra said. "That’s why I’d rather shapeshift into a dwarf. My aura, my presence, everything changes to match a normal dwarf."

"Master, I’m also going," Damian said.

"Oh? And are you capable of shapeshifting too?" Nolan asked.

"Well yes," Damian nodded. "I can shapeshift just like Lyra."

His body immediately began shrinking—his arms shortened, legs became stumpy, his jaw grew pointy, and a thick beard sprouted. Even his clothes shrank and transformed with him until he perfectly resembled a dwarf.

Lyra followed, her form shifting as well. In a moment she too had become a proper dwarf.

"Well, I’ll be going," she said as she walked out the door to scout the kingdom, checking how many demons were currently moving around disguised among the dwarves.

Damian followed behind her a moment later.

Nolan exhaled and relaxed as he fell back on the bed. "Ah... finally. That flight... after riding a wyvern for hours, my back is stiff." He stretched and let himself sink deeper into the mattress.

Celia immediately jumped onto the bed beside him.

Linda jumped onto the other side.

"Hey, hey—what are you two doing?" Nolan said.

"Well, Master, this is the big bed," Linda said innocently. "You can sleep between us."

Nolan sighed, too tired to argue. "Ah... okay," he muttered. Then he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

A while later, a knock echoed on the door.

Celia stood up and opened it. The dwarf general was standing there.

"Take this, your meal," the general said as he handed over a wooden plate. On it were five potatoes.

Celia collected it and shut the door.

"Master, wake up," Linda said softly, shaking him.

Nolan slowly opened his eyes. "What... is there a problem?"

"No," Celia said. "The dwarf general brought our meal. Only a single potato each."

Nolan sat up and grabbed one potato, biting into it. "We have to keep Lyra and Damian some, too. This is barely anything..." He looked at the potato in his hand. "My potato is large but still... only one thing to do."

"What’s that?" Linda asked.

"Well," Nolan said, standing and stretching his arms, "I’m going to go hunt something. Even if it’s a wolf or an antelope, I’ll go out of the kingdom really fast. So fast demon or dwarfs won’t even be able to see me."

"Why, Master? Can I follow you?" Linda asked, her eyes wide with determination.

"Sure, you can," Nolan said with a smile. "Celia, are you joining us?"

"I would love to, but I have to tidy up this place first. This small house is actually full of dirt," Celia replied, glancing around at the cluttered room.

"Good," Nolan said simply, then turned and walked outside. The courtyard was empty and quiet. He raised his hand slightly. "Please, come closer," he called.

Linda quickly approached, setting down her belongings. "Are you ready?" Nolan asked, his voice steady.

Nolan gently put his hand around her waist as they prepared to take off into the forest.

Linda stiffened for a moment, her eyes widening, and a faint blush crept across her cheeks. "Master... you haven’t held me like this before," she whispered, her voice almost trembling with surprise.

Nolan gave her a soft smile, his grip firm but careful. "I know," he said quietly, "but we need to stay steady while flying. Don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to you."

Her heart raced, not just from the sudden closeness but also from the trust she felt in him. She nodded slowly, leaning slightly against him to keep her balance.

"You’re... really strong, Master," she said, her voice quieter now, filled with admiration and a hint of shyness.

Nolan chuckled softly, feeling the warmth of her trust. "It’s nothing compared to how brave you are," he replied. "Hold on tight. We’re about to take off."

With that, he lifted them into the air, the wind rushing past them, and the forest spreading beneath like a living, breathing tapestry. Linda kept her hands lightly on his chest, her cheeks still tinged with pink, as they soared higher, leaving the Dwarf Kingdom far behind.

He moved into the air, flapping his wings with incredible speed. He climbed higher and higher, ensuring they were well above the Dwarf Kingdom so that neither dwarves nor hidden demons could see them.

"Master, I’m going to help you too!" Linda said, reaching into her inventory box. An arrow materialized in her arm, perfectly readied.

"Good," Nolan replied with a nod.

Once airborne, Nolan activated his search skill, scanning the surrounding forest. Animals, beasts, goblins, and ogres appeared in his vision, but none were exactly what he wanted. He needed something eligible, something suitable for training or taming—a wolf or an antelope, perhaps.

Then his senses sharpened, and he detected it: a wild boar, charging through the underbrush. Its muscles rippled with raw power, tusks gleaming even under the forest canopy.

"Perfect," he muttered.

But suddenly, a strange feeling ran down his spine. It was as his very own boar zuru itself—or some unseen force connected to it—was staring directly at him. Even though nothing moved overtly, Nolan could feel the intensity of its gaze.