Summoned As A Mere Nobody-Yet Possesses An SSS-Rank Ability-Chapter 249: Inside The Elf Tribe

"Princess Linda... why?" he asked sharply. "Why did you bring humans into our sacred land?"

Dozens of bows immediately rose again, pointing straight at Nolan, Damian, Celia,

Linda, and Lyra.

Nolan turned slowly toward Linda, his cloak shifting with the motion.

His eyes softened despite the tension around them.

"Linda... first of all, I didn’t know you were a princess."

The camera angle cuts to Linda—her fingers trembling slightly.

Her ears droop. Her gaze falls to the ground.

"Master..." her voice cracks faintly, "I... I never told you. I tried, but... I was scared."

A warm tone rises in the background as Nolan gently sighs.

"It’s alright," he says. "I’m not angry."

But the moment of softness is shattered by a sudden wave of killing intent.

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

A heavy pressure pulses through the air—thirty-five bows tight, thirty-five strings drawn, thirty-five arrows pointed straight at their hearts.

Nolan’s expression sharpens.

"Why..."

His eyes scan the elves, their fierce green eyes locked on him.

"...why does the air feel like this? Do all of them have murderous intent?"

The elves don’t speak.

Only the slight creaking of bowstrings fills the silence.

Linda steps forward nervously.

But even with their princess present, their bowstrings tighten.

Lyra whispers, "Master... this is bad."

Nolan steps half a foot in front of his group, placing himself between them and the arrows.

"The princess has returned," he says, voice firm like steel.

"And even if she brought humans into your land—there is no reason to point arrows at her. Or at us."

The wind stops moving.

Every elf hesitates—but not enough to lower their aim.

Then—

A shadow flickers behind Nolan.

Damian.

He steps forward, the forest floor cracking beneath his foot.

His human form is calm, but his eyes glow faintly with that dark, ancient power he always carries.

"Master," Damian says, voice low and cutting like a blade,

"should I kill every single one of them?"

WHOOSH—

A wave of unseen pressure bursts from him, bending the nearby grass and shaking leaves from branches.

Several elves stagger back, sweat forming instantly on their brows.

Celia whispers, terrified, "Damian, wait—!"

But Damian doesn’t blink.

His gaze is fixed on the nearest elf, eyes like a predator deciding which prey to tear apart first.

Nolan raises his hand calmly.

"Damian."

Instant silence.

Damian stops mid-step, though his aura still crackles violently.

"No," Nolan continues. "We came for peace. And we came to form an alliance. Killing them would ruin all of that."

Damian exhales slowly, retracting his aura like a giant beast pulling its claws back.

But his eyes stay cold.

"Understood, master."

Nolan sighs...

Then looks at the elves—who STILL haven’t lowered their weapons.

His voice drops, darker now.

"But it seems..."

He shifts his stance slightly.

"...that they don’t want to listen."

The tension in the forest thickens as thirty-five arrows remain locked on Nolan and his group.

Lyra steps closer to Nolan.

"Master... if they attack us, then we take them out."

Nolan nods slowly.

"If they shoot even one arrow... make every single one of them unconscious."

Damian grins. "Gladly."

Across from them, the elves whisper angrily.

"Who do these outsiders think they are?" one elf growls.

"They talk like they can defeat us!"

"We outnumber them!"

One elf pulls his bowstring tighter—

SHOOOM—

A heavy, ancient pressure floods the entire clearing.

Everyone freezes.

An elder figure walks through the forest with steps that echo authority.

The trees themselves seem to bow.

It is the king.

King Zul — ruler of the Elf Tribe... and Linda’s father.

Every elf immediately kneels.

Linda’s breath catches.

"...Father."

King Zul lifts his staff slightly, stopping all attacks.

"My daughter has returned... and you point arrows at her? At Princess Linda?"

Linda trembles and steps forward.

"I’m home, Father..."

The king touches her shoulder gently.

"I missed you, my daughter. I searched for you everywhere."

But then his expression changes sharply as he turns toward Nolan and the others.

"And you," King Zul says, "you brought my daughter home safely. For that, I thank you."

Nolan bows lightly. "It was nothing."

"But," King Zul continues, voice turning cold, "as king of this tribe, I must ask you to leave. Immediately."

Nolan’s eye twitches. "Wait—"

Before he can finish, Linda grabs his arm tightly.

"No! He is NOT going anywhere!"

Her voice shakes but is firm.

"If he leaves... then I leave too!"

The elves gasp.

Linda’s eyes fill with tears.

"Father... please... don’t do this..."

King Zul’s jaw tightens.

"Now that you have returned, you must prepare for your wedding with Prince Zohar."

Linda flinches like she was struck.

"No! I already chose the one I want!"

She points at Nolan with all her courage.

"He is stronger than anyone in this tribe! He is my master... the one I trust. The one I want by my side!"

Nolan looks away, embarrassed.

"She’s exaggerating..."

"I’m not—"

But seeing Linda trembling, Nolan steps forward, gently placing a hand on her shoulder.

And with calm certainty:

"She is mine."

BOOOOOM—

King Zul’s aura erupts—like a storm tearing through the forest.

The ground cracks.

Leaves swirl violently.

Even the elves tremble.

"How... HOW DARE YOU!!"

But after a moment, the king forces himself to breathe... and suppresses his power.

"Well," he says coldly, "she exaggerates. There is no way a human surpasses our warriors."

He glares at Nolan.

"No human can surpass Prince Zohar. He is one of the strongest fighters in the East."

He steps closer, studying Nolan.

"And yet YOU... don’t emit even a single trace of mana. Not a flicker."

His eyes narrow.

"So tell me. Why should I believe you are stronger than my chosen heir?"

"Well," Nolan said calmly, "there’s no need for you to believe that I’m stronger than your heir. Think whatever you want. But let me tell you something clearly..."

He stepped forward, his eyes locked onto King Zul’s.

"You think I’m arrogant? Self-righteous?"

Nolan smirked. "If your entire tribe fought me—every single elf in this forest—you would still lose. Easily."

Every elf gasped.

Some reached for their weapons.

The pressure in the air grew thick enough to choke on.

King Zul’s brows twitched with fury.

"How—HOW DARE YOU speak to me that way!? You’re a mere human child!"

But Nolan only raised a hand.

"If I had wanted to hurt anyone here," he said softly, "your soldiers would have fallen unconscious the moment they pointed an arrow at us. All of them."

A ripple of whispers spread through the gathered elves.

"And another thing," Nolan added. "Your daughter has been training under me. And she has already defeated everyone who challenged her—effortlessly. Right now? Even YOU can’t defeat your own daughter."

Linda’s face lit up in embarrassment.

The elves stared at her with disbelief.

King Zul clenched his fists.

"You—!"

"You’re strong," Nolan continued, "but you’re blind. You haven’t sensed what I have."

Nolan closed his eyes for a second.

"I can see the aura of every elf in this forest right now... including yours. And there is someone approaching. Someone fast. That must be Prince Zohar."

King Zul’s eyes widened slightly—he hadn’t sensed Zohar yet.

Nolan opened his eyes again.

"If you fight him, Linda’s father... you’ll lose. And if he fights ME..." Nolan smirked, "...he’ll break faster than that barrier did."

King Zul’s face heated with rage.

"You dare disgrace me in my own land?"

"You forced it," Nolan said. His voice dropped, deep and dangerous. "You insulted your daughter. You insulted me. You pointed arrows at us. So I’ll say it clearly."

Nolan stepped closer, nearly touching foreheads with the king.

"Prepare yourself. If I defeat you, I fight your prince.

If I lose—go ahead. Kill me."

King Zul’s aura burst violently, shaking leaves from the trees.

"Fine. But if YOU lose... I WILL kill you with my own hands!"

Nolan shrugged.

"Then try."

The elves were speechless.

None of them had ever seen someone speak to their king that way.

King Zul exhaled sharply, then turned sharply.

"Prepare the entrance!" he barked.

The elven guards parted.

A massive tree ahead began glowing with green energy.

Leaves circled the trunk like swirling stars.

Slowly, the tree opened like a wooden gate, creating a glowing passage.

"The Sacred Gate..." Linda whispered.

As Nolan and his companions stepped through, the world shifted.

The forest opened into an enormous hidden city—beautiful and ancient.

Giant trees shaped into towers.

Houses carved smoothly into living bark.

Bridges of vines glowing with enchanted light.

Elven children playing on elevated walkways.

Markets built into tree roots, selling potions, herbs, and weapons.

The moment the elves saw Nolan and the others, everything stopped.

"Humans!"

"Princess Linda has returned!"

"Why are humans here?"

"What is happening??"

But when they noticed King Zul walking at the front, everyone fell quiet, bowing.

As they continued walking, they reached a massive mansion—so grand and carved with glowing runes that it looked like a hidden royal castle. A knight stood guard at the entrance.