Summoned As A Mere Nobody-Yet Possesses An SSS-Rank Ability-Chapter 234: Dwarf Ace

Dust rose everywhere as the other four wyverns followed behind him in formation, their wings beating the air in rhythmic thunder.

VROOOOM—

The entire village below looked up in shock.

"Wow! A wyvern!" a man shouted, pointing upward. "A wyvern is passing again!"

"This is bad—trouble!" an older woman cried.

"No, look! Someone is riding it!" another villager yelled. "Are they trying to attack us?!"

But another man shook his head. "No... it looks like they’re flying away, not toward us."

A young boy squinted upward. "Is someone really capable of taming a wyvern? That’s impossible... right?"

"Impossible," someone agreed. "No human has enough mana to tame a beast like that. Only demons could!"

"Well, I don’t understand what’s happening anymore..." another villager muttered, watching the sky nervously.

Meanwhile, high above the clouds—

Lyra’s eyes widened in amazement as her wyvern soared upward, the world shrinking below her. The strong, fresh wind hit her face like a cold splash of water.

"W-whoa..." she murmured.

Linda and Celia felt the same—eyes wide, hearts pounding, gripping tightly at first before slowly relaxing. They closed their eyes for a moment as the powerful breeze washed over them, making their hair dance wildly.

"Celia," Nolan called over the rushing wind, "do you know anything about the Dwarf Kingdom? Because I honestly don’t. But it looks like the wyverns already know the way... probably because of Gwende."

Celia held onto her wyvern’s reins and squinted against the breeze.

"Maybe, Master. Wyverns sometimes remember routes their ancestors used."

Lyra added," wyverns have strong instincts while flying. They can sense mana trails left behind by ancient kingdoms."

Seven hours passed in the sky—wind, clouds, mountains, and endless landscapes beneath them.

At last—

All five wyverns tilted downward simultaneously, wings folding slightly as they descended.

"There it is..." Damien murmured.

The Dwarf Kingdom came into view.

Small, sturdy stone houses scattered across a valley. Smoke rose from chimneys. The streets were narrow, and beyond everything stood a massive castle—old, cracked, and clearly neglected, as if no one had repaired it for decades.

"Hey! Hey!" Nolan shouted over the wind. "We’re not landing inside the kingdom with wyverns! We’re entering as guests, not attackers!"

"Yes, Master!" Celia responded loudly.

"That’s perfect," Lyra said. "They won’t see us as a threat."

The wyverns swooped low, landing in an open field a few meters outside the kingdom walls. Dust kicked up around them.

Nolan jumped off first.

"Ahhh... that was a long ride," Celia groaned, stretching her back.

"Long? It was eternal," Linda complained. "My body’s stiff. I’m an elf—I’m not built for long aerial rides. Especially not holding onto leather saddles for hours."

Damien stepped closer, his eyes narrowing. "Master... from here, I can sense demon aura."

His voice dropped.

"And not just one. Not just two. My rough estimate... over fifty."

Nolan gave a small smile. "Quick as always. I sensed them too. But let’s go."

He lifted a hand—shwip—the wyverns vanished into magic wisps.

The group began walking toward the main gate of the Dwarf Kingdom.

Two dwarf guards stood ready with spears, crossing them in an X‑shape to block the group.

"You are not allowed to pass," one guard barked. "State your purpose—especially you, humans."

Nolan stepped forward calmly.

"We come in peace. We’re adventurers. We heard rumors about demons appearing here. We want to confirm it—and if possible, eliminate them."

Both dwarves looked at each other, then back at Nolan.

"No. Leave," the first guard said. "You are not needed."

"What?" Nolan raised a brow.

"Leave!" the dwarf repeated. "Or shall I call more knights?"

"No, no need for that," Nolan said, still smiling. "But please listen. A demon also appeared in the Empire recently. I was the one who defeated it myself. I assure you—I can help."

"We heard those rumors," the second dwarf said. "Even though our kingdom is far, news about the Empire spreads fast. But even if what you say is true... this demon is unlike anything. If you fight it, you will die. So leave."

The gate creaked open.

A heavily armored dwarf stepped out—bigger, broader, with a long braided beard. His armor gleamed with dents and scratches from countless battles.

The other dwarves quickly straightened.

"General!" they said.

The Dwarf General stepped forward. "Who are these people? And what are you discussing?"

"They claim they are capable of slaying the demon inside the kingdom," the guard explained.

The General’s eyes widened slightly.

"Really? But—" He glanced around nervously. "Lower your voice when speaking of demons... Who knows if it is listening?"

"Sir," Nolan called firmly, stepping forward. "Please... can you let us in? I can defeat it myself—all of the demons in this place. Every single one. I assure you."

The Dwarf General’s eyes narrowed, his hand tightening on his axe. "Humans... daring to enter the Dwarf Kingdom. You must have a motive. Or are you here to tarnish our reputation? Either way, you know humans are not welcome here. If a dwarf sees you, it could cause chaos."

Nolan’s gaze didn’t waver. "And how exactly do I prove myself to you?"

The General smirked, a mix of curiosity and skepticism in his eyes. "Show me something no ordinary human can do. Then, maybe... I’ll consider letting you pass."

Nolan tilted his head. "Oh? That’s all? You want proof? Very well."

The General’s jaw dropped slightly. "Proof? What do you mean?"

"Come closer." Nolan’s voice was calm, confident.

The General hesitated. "I... fine. But—" He stepped forward.

Before the General could react further, Nolan touched his shoulder and snapped his fingers.

In an instant, time froze. The wind ceased mid-breath. The fluttering leaves hung motionless in the air. Celia, Damien, Lyra, Linda—all of them stopped mid-step, mid-breath, suspended as if caught in a painting. Even birds in the sky froze mid-flight.

The General blinked in disbelief. "What... what is this? What’s going on?!"

Nolan smirked. "You said I should show you something unbelievable. I froze time itself. Is that still not enough?"

The General staggered back a step, his axe clattering to the frozen ground. "How... how is this possible? Humans cannot... cannot control time!"

"Apparently," Nolan said, snapping his fingers again. Time resumed. The wind blew once more. Leaves rustled. Birds soared. His companions blinked and looked around, confused but unharmed.

"What... what did you just do?" the General gasped, staggering. "How... how can you do this?!"

Nolan’s gaze was steady, his aura radiating confidence. "I told you, I can handle every demon in this place. I’m capable of more than you imagine. And I haven’t even begun."

He raised a hand, the air around him crackling with power. "Oh... I summon you."

With a low rumble, a massive Goblin General materialized behind Nolan. Its armor glinted, jagged and blackened, eyes burning with loyalty to its summoner. It towered over even the Dwarf General, radiating raw, brutal strength.

Nolan’s voice cut through the tense air again. "And this." From the sky, one of the wyverns they had ridden earlier appeared, circling above, landing gracefully at his command.

The Dwarf General stumbled backward, eyes wide with shock, almost falling. "What... what is this? Who... who are you? Remove that thing! Remove it! Now!"

Nolan snapped his fingers. The summoned Goblin General vanished. The wyvern retracted into a shimmer of magic.

No one else moved, no one else dared speak. Even the surrounding dwarves seemed frozen in awe and fear.

The General slowly stood upright, shaking, trying to regain composure. His eyes never left Nolan. "You... you are no ordinary human. What are you...?"

Nolan simply smiled. "Now... will you let me enter?"

"Well, it looks like you are... I believe you. You said you are," the dwarf guard muttered, narrowing his eyes as he studied them. "But I warn you—this is not an Ace Attack situation. We still haven’t seen the demon with our own eyes, but..." He hesitated, glancing around as if even the shadows could hear him.

"There were some of us who said they saw it. A human—no... a demon—killing a dwarf. And then shapeshifting into the very same dwarf it killed." His voice dropped into a hoarse whisper. "So even dwarfs are not to be trusted anymore. Some dwarfs are demons."

The words carried weight, sinking into the air around them.

Nolan stepped forward calmly. "No problem. I’ll know if a dwarf is a demon or not."

The general grunted, unconvinced. "Now listen. Weather is good, yes, but still—humans are not allowed into this place. Not openly. Not in daylight. You have to do something about your look. Do you understand? Or else..."

Nolan raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Are we going to do something about that?"

"Well... I don’t know." The guard scratched his beard, thinking. "Let’s do it this way. I’ll bring a carriage—the one we normally use to carry vegetables and fruits. You can climb inside, and I’ll take it straight to the place you’ll be staying."

He leaned in, lowering his voice again.