Summoned As A Mere Nobody-Yet Possesses An SSS-Rank Ability-Chapter 247: Departure

Lyra wiped her mouth gently, the warm glow of the dining hall lamps reflecting off her silver eyes.

"So, Master," she began, leaning slightly over the table, "let’s put that aside for now. If... we... stay here, the wait will be long. To craft the sword you want—something powerful—even if the dwarves give it everything they have, it will still take at least ten days."

She paused, her expression turning serious.

"And we cannot afford to waste more time."

Nolan raised a brow.

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yes, Master. I am," Lyra replied firmly, her tail flicking behind her.

Nolan nodded slowly.

"Alright. Good. Then here’s the plan: I’ll send Damian to the mountain to retrieve the Chimera head. He’ll bring the scale to them as well. By tomorrow... we leave this place and head straight to the Elf Tribe Kingdom."

Lyra smiled softly.

"Yes, Master. That would be better. That would be great."

Damian shot up slightly from his chair, fists clenched in excitement.

"Master! How many Chimera do you want? How many?! I can kill as many as you want!"

Nolan waved his hand lazily.

"Just one."

Damian deflated a little.

"Just one...? Fine..."

The meal wrapped up soon after. Plates emptied, bones scattered, cups drained. The warm scent of cooked meat still hung thick in the air.

Everyone pushed their chairs back.

Celia stretched with a small yawn.

"Linda, want to go look around?"

"Yeah. Let’s go," Linda replied quickly with a nod.

The two stepped outside, greeted by the cool dwarven night breeze. They walked down the stone-town streets, watching dwarves at the forges, merchants shouting, children playing with metal toys, sparks flying from anvils. The entire city glowed like a massive furnace—alive, bright, and loud.

"This place is huge..." Linda whispered in awe.

"It’s... different from Sinjar," Celia added, scanning the rows of weapons, ores, and shimmering crystals on display.

Meanwhile...

Nolan remained inside the dwarven mansion.

He stood silently in the center of the living room, his eyes glowing faintly blue.

He lifted two fingers.

Suddenly—

BAAAM!

A wave of mana burst through the mansion like a shockwave. Runes crawled across the walls, floors, and ceiling—glowing, humming, then stabilizing into an invisible dome.

A golden barrier formed, surrounding the entire residence.

Nolan let out a calm breath.

"Good. With this, no one will be able to open a portal into my home. Not into my room... and not into any part of this place."

The lamps flickered under the pressure of his spell.

Even the nearby dwarves felt the air shift.

Nolan’s gaze drifted to the window, his expression sharp.

The Demon Realm... fallen archangels... resurrecting Demon Lords... and now the Elf Territory...

Everything was beginning to move at once.

Outside the mansion, Damian stepped into the open air. The atmosphere shifted immediately around him. Even in his human form, his presence carried a subtle pressure—strong enough to make nearby dwarves stop their work momentarily.

Nolan’s earlier words echoed in his mind:

"Just one Chimera."

Damian smirked.

"One... but I’ll make the kill beautiful for Master."

He crouched.

The stone beneath him cracked.

BOOOOM!

With a sonic burst, Damian launched himself upward—still in human form—leaving a shockwave that rippled across the dwarven plaza.

He soared like a fired arrow, coat whipping violently behind him. The sky screamed around him as he tore through layers of cold wind, rising hundreds of meters each second.

Thunder rumbled across the distant mountains.

Damian narrowed his eyes.

"So the Chimera is awake... good. Makes this more fun."

He descended toward a cliff, landing silently despite the massive fall. Snow whipped against his boots, the air freezing and sharp.

He walked forward casually.

Each step echoed.

Crunch... crunch... crunch...

A deep growl vibrated from within the fog.

Then a roar—so violent the clouds shuddered.

GRRRRRROOOAAARRRR!!

Snow blasted outward as a massive Chimera emerged—lion head roaring with mana flames, goat head snarling viciously, serpent tail snapping like a whip.

Its eyes locked onto Damian.

The Chimera froze.

Even this creature—feared by adventurers—felt it.

That killing intent.

That inhuman stillness.

Damian exhaled.

"That roar... weak."

The Chimera lunged.

WHOOOOSH!

Three heads lunging to devour him.

Damian didn’t bother moving.

He tilted his head—

The massive claw missed by inches.

"You’re slow."

The Chimera attacked again—faster, more desperate, tearing up chunks of stone.

Damian lifted one hand lazily.

"Sit." 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

He swung his arm—

BAAAAAAM!!!

An invisible shockwave smashed into the monster, cracking the entire mountainside. The Chimera was launched across the snow, carving a deep trench.

It shook, trying to rise.

Damian appeared in front of it in an instant.

He placed a hand on its lion head.

"Don’t worry. I won’t destroy the head."

His smile was cold.

"Master needs it."

Then—

CRUNCH!

With a single twist, he snapped the Chimera’s spine. The beast collapsed, lifeless, its three heads falling limp.

Damian lifted the lion head by its mane.

"Done."

He flicked his wrist—sending the head into the spatial seal Nolan had given him.

He looked up, wind blowing through his white hair.

"I should get back. Master will be pleased."

He shifted—

BOOM!

One moment he was standing.

The next, he had vanished.

The Chimera’s remaining heads fell a second later with heavy, delayed thuds.

He wiped a streak of blood from his cheek.

"One is enough... Master doesn’t need the rest."

He grabbed the largest head and launched himself skyward, so fast the air ignited behind him.

The dwarven forges roared below, sparks dancing like fire spirits.

Damian landed at the entrance of the blacksmith hall with a thunderous shockwave. Dwarves stumbled backward in surprise.

He walked in calmly, carrying the Chimera head over his shoulder. Every pair of eyes turned toward him.

Silence.

Shock.

Staring.

He dropped the head onto an iron table.

THUD!

The workshop shook.

Before anyone could speak, his arm glowed—revealing a massive dragon scale. The dwarves sucked in sharp breaths.

One elder dwarf adjusted his magnifying glasses, hands trembling.

"W-Wait... this scale... This is... not normal dragon material."

He stepped closer, voice cracking.

"This... isn’t from any dragon I know... not even ancient ones. Sir... where did you—"

Damian narrowed his eyes.

"We gave you what you need. The Chimera. The scale.

That’s enough.

No questions."

Every dwarf immediately bowed.

"S-Sorry! Forgive my curiosity, sir! No disrespect meant!"

He studied the scale with awe.

"With this... we can forge a blade beyond legendary rank. A sword that can cut mountains... split storms... perhaps even more. This is a miracle material."

Damian crossed his arms.

"Good. Then give me the duration. How long will it take?"

The dwarf swallowed hard.

"With this quality... and the complexity of a Chimera-fusion blade... at least fifteen days, sir."

Damian’s eye twitched.

"Fifteen days? You dwarves really take your time..."

His aura flared, and the dwarves stepped back with pale faces.

He sighed.

"Fine. I’ll inform my master."

He turned sharply and left.

Behind him, the chief smith barked:

"WORK! Work like your lives depend on it! If we fail... that man will kill us with a glare!"

Damian streaked across the sky, a trail of heat behind him. He slowed only when he reached Nolan’s mansion. With a final gust of wind, he landed on the stone path, boots scraping sharply.

He exhaled.

"Done. Time to report to Master."

As he approached the entrance, the gate swung open.

Lyra, Linda, and Celia stepped through, carrying groceries—vegetables, rare dwarf spices, enchanted meats wrapped in glowing fabric.

They froze slightly at the sight of Damian.

He glanced briefly at them... then looked away.

"Tch... those two... Master’s favorites."

He clicked his tongue.

"Whatever. Not my problem."

He brushed past them.

Lyra raised an eyebrow.

Linda whispered, "He’s back already?"

Celia muttered, "Fast... but rude as always."

Damian ignored them and pushed the mansion door open.

Inside, Nolan sat casually, a glowing sphere floating beside him—the remnants of his barrier spell.

Damian dropped to one knee.

"Master. I’ve completed my task. The Chimera head and the scale have been delivered."

Nolan nodded.

"Good. How long will it take?"

Damian exhaled heavily.

"Master... it’s longer than expected.

Fifteen days."

Nolan leaned back, rubbing his chin.

"Fifteen days... longer than I expected."

He wasn’t angry. His voice stayed calm—almost too calm.

"But I don’t need the sword immediately. The reason I asked for it is simple... I sense someone coming. A friend of mine. The first person I met when I arrived in this world."

Damian looked up with interest.

"The swordsman?" he asked.

Nolan nodded.

"Yes. He uses a sword. Not just any sword—one of the finest ever forged. A dragon dwells inside it. I’m not sure if it’s a divine dragon like you... but a dragon was sealed within that blade," Nolan said.

Damian’s eyes widened slightly.

"A sealed dragon weapon..." he murmured.

Nolan chuckled softly.

"It was Archangel Michael who sealed it. He trapped the dragon’s soul inside the sword to stop it from destroying the continent," he explained.