Summoned As A Mere Nobody-Yet Possesses An SSS-Rank Ability-Chapter 250: Elf Prince’s Fury

King Zul leaned forward and whispered something into the knight’s ear. The knight bowed quickly and rushed off.

Moments later, a sharp, powerful aura approached. The elves around them instinctively stepped aside.

Prince Zohar arrived.

He wore full mithril armor, polished to a silver shine. A beautifully crafted sword hung at his waist, while a carved bow rested on his back. His presence alone made the air feel heavier, as though the wind itself was bowing.

"I felt that pressure again," Prince Zohar said, stopping before them. "So I came as fast as I could."

His eyes immediately locked onto Linda.

"Princess... you have returned."

A gentle smile appeared. "I missed you."

He reached out and grabbed her hand.

Linda pulled her hand away sharply.

Prince Zohar froze.

Then he looked past her at Nolan and the others, expression darkening.

"What are these humans doing here?"

King Zul spoke with a firm, serious tone.

"These humans claim to be stronger. Strong enough to defeat even you, Prince Zohar... and me, your king."

He folded his arms.

"If they are lying, I will kill the boy myself."

Prince Zohar scoffed immediately.

"A human? Humans have forgotten their place. They shouldn’t even step foot in our sacred land."

He turned back to Linda.

"Princess Linda, come with me. We have many things to discuss."

Linda stepped firmly beside Nolan.

"No. I’m staying with the one I choose."

Prince Zohar’s expression shattered.

Celia whispered behind Nolan, grinning:

"Well... this is Linda’s moment. I’ll keep quiet."

Prince Zohar snapped.

"What do you mean you choose a human!? Princess, I searched for you! Day and night! And you pick... a weak, fragile species? Elves marry superior beings—like us! Not humans!"

Nolan sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Bro... relax. And seriously—your breath stinks. Back up a bit."

Then Nolan gently tapped Prince Zohar on the chest with two fingers.

BOOM—

Prince Zohar slid backward several steps, boots scraping the polished floor.

Gasps echoed through the elf crowd.

Prince Zohar’s eyes widened with disbelief.

"You dare? A HUMAN dares!?"

He nearly unsheathed his sword—

—but King Zul raised his hand sharply.

"Enough."

Prince Zohar halted, grinding his teeth.

King Zul continued:

"You can punish him later. I’ve already sent knights to gather the tribe."

He turned directly toward Nolan.

"In four hours, the Battle Arena will open. You will fight there. Not just against Prince Zohar... but against me as well."

Prince Zohar narrowed his eyes.

"One of us is enough to humble him."

"Perhaps," King Zul said. "But arrogance must be destroyed from its roots. Consider this a lesson, Prince Zohar."

Nolan’s voice was calm... too calm.

"Are you not going to walk away?"

He tilted his head slightly.

"I haven’t even said a word yet."

The hall went silent.

Linda looked at Nolan from behind, eyes wide. Even King Zul raised a brow. Zohar scoffed, stepping closer, aura flaring.

Nolan continued quietly,

"And I’ll tell you this plainly... the moment you touch her hand again, there will be a line on the ground between life and death."

Zohar’s eyes twitched.

"Is that a threat?"

He smirked cruelly.

"You dare talk to me? Fine. When you lose, they won’t kill you. I’ll make you my personal slave."

His tone dropped into something monstrous.

"I’ll work you to death. And if I get irritated, I can stab you again... and again... and again."

Nolan stared blankly.

Then, as Zohar leaned in closer, breath heavy with rage—

Nolan casually touched his own nose.

"Your mouth stinks."

Before Zohar even processed it—

B A M

Nolan lifted one hand and gave a soft push to Zohar’s chest.

Zohar was blasted backward across the floor, boots scraping, armor rattling, barely stopping himself before crashing into a pillar.

"HOW DARE YOU, HUMAN—!!"

He ripped his sword free—

CLANG!!

King Zul struck the blade away with his hand.

"STOP! Not here."

His voice echoed like thunder.

"Save it for the arena."

Zohar trembled with fury, pointing at Nolan.

"You will kneel. In front of everyone."

Nolan rolled his neck lazily.

King Zul turned to Linda—but before he spoke, Nolan’s voice cut in again.

"Don’t talk to her."

Nolan’s eyes sharpened.

"She is with me now. And you—"

He pointed at the king.

"—should be ashamed. A king this weak...?"

The hall froze.

King Zul clenched his fists.

He thought:

This human... I will destroy him in the arena. I must.

He motioned for the knights.

"Take them to the waiting chambers."

The knight led Nolan’s group through the castle, trembling the entire way, until they reached a large royal room.

When the knight tried to separate Linda—

"No." Nolan said instantly.

"We stay together."

The knight swallowed.

"...As you wish."

He bowed and left, closing the door behind them.

They stepped into the room the elves had prepared for them.

It was huge—larger than an average human home—with three massive beds, carved from whitewood and decorated with glowing vines. The soft, calming green light felt almost holy... but none of them relaxed.

Nolan walked in first.

Immediately, everyone spread out behind him, silently scanning the corners, checking under the beds, touching the walls. Not even a creak escaped the room.

Lyra finished her sweep and clicked her tongue.

"No traps. That’s surprising."

Celia shut the door gently and sighed.

Damian folded his arms, leaning back with a serious expression.

Lyra crossed her arms, brows furrowed.

"Master, even if this is Linda’s tribe... we don’t have to tolerate this."

Her voice dropped into something sharp.

"Should we show them? A real demonstration? They’re nothing compared to us. Just defeating them in the arena won’t be enough. Let’s destroy half their population."

Damian nodded without hesitation.

"I agree. They crossed the line the moment they pointed arrows at Master."

Linda panicked immediately.

"N-No! Please! Don’t destroy anything!"

She grabbed Nolan’s sleeve.

"Yes, they acted arrogant... but it’s because of history. There was a time when humans were superior—way stronger. Elves feared humans."

She clenched her fists.

"But over generations, humans weakened. Elves adapted magic to match them... and eventually they started seeing humans as inferior."

Damian snorted.

"Prince Zohar is strong enough to be a B-rank adventurer at best."

He pointed toward the castle halls.

"But King Zul... he’s on another level. If he were human, he could be an A-rank without trying."

Nolan sat at the edge of the biggest bed.

Everyone fell silent—waiting.

Finally, he exhaled.

"...No."

Lyra blinked.

Celia looked surprised.

Linda sighed in relief.

Nolan continued.

"There’s no need to wipe out half their population. They didn’t hurt us. Not one of them laid a hand on my you."

Linda nodded quickly.

"Yes! No one touched us!"

Nolan raised one finger.

"And besides... I came here for an alliance."

Celia tilted her head.

"Alliance?"

"Yes. Their healing potions," Nolan explained.

"Elven healing potions are the highest quality in the region. If I can secure a stable supply, it’ll help us in every future mission."

He leaned back, eyes narrowing with amusement.

"Also, the elves are known for forging weapons and crafting magical tools. Those are valuable. Killing them won’t give me any of that."

Lyra knelt beside him. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"As you wish, Master."

But Damian raised a concern.

"Master... that arena... don’t you think they might prepare traps?"

Celia nodded instantly.

"Exactly. Since they know you’re strong, they might cheat."

Nolan chuckled.

"If traps could kill me, I’d already be dead."

He looked at the ceiling, expression calm but sharp.

"But I’ll tell you this: Prince Zohar will be the first one I fight."

Linda swallowed hard.

"He... hates losing."

Nolan smirked.

"He hates humans even more."

He tapped his chest lightly.

"He thinks I’m weak. But when I gave him that tiny push... and he slid back?"

Everyone nodded, remembering the moment.

"He realized I’m strong."

A pause.

"But he still doesn’t know how strong."

Nolan’s eyes narrowed with a cold light.

"That uncertainty will make him desperate. And desperate people... set traps."

The room fell silent.

Nolan then stood up and stretched.

"Let him. Whether he traps the arena or not..."

His aura flickered, faintly shaking the air.

"...it won’t change the result."

Celia folded her arms and leaned against the wall, eyes narrowing thoughtfully.

"Master... earlier you said Linda could defeat her father. How are you so sure of that?"

Linda glanced at Nolan too, unsure, gripping her own hand nervously.

"Yes, Master... what makes you think I can beat him?" she asked softly.

Nolan looked at her calmly, then stood up and walked closer until he stood right in front of her. His tone was gentle, yet absolute.

"Listen carefully, Linda."

Everyone straightened. Even Damian stopped pacing.

"When it comes to raw energy—pure power—your father surpasses you. He’s older, experienced, and his mana pool is larger."

Linda lowered her gaze, but Nolan placed a hand on her shoulder.

"However... strength isn’t everything."

She looked up at him.

"You have something far rarer," Nolan continued. "Your ability to read your opponent."