Summoned As A Mere Nobody-Yet Possesses An SSS-Rank Ability-Chapter 243: Restoration

"Thank you... we truly appreciate it," one of the dwarves said, voice trembling with relief.

"Master! Master!" Celia and Linda shouted as they sprinted toward Nolan. He barely had time to turn before both of them jumped onto him, clinging tightly with bright, overflowing emotion.

"Master, you did it! You saved the Dwarf Kingdom!" Celia said, eyes shining.

"Yes, I sure did," Nolan replied with a soft grin.

"Master, you’re the best! You’re amazing!" Linda added, rubbing her face against his chest as Nolan gently patted both of their heads.

Damian and Lyra descended from the sky, landing lightly on the cracked stone.

"Master, it is done," Lyra said. "Every lingering spirit, every corrupted soul, every demon essence within this kingdom—we have taken their path. The Dwarf Kingdom is completely purified."

"That’s great. You guys did well. You actually pulled through," Nolan said proudly.

The Dwarf Knight General stood in the back, silent, frozen since the battle ended. Slowly, with heavy footsteps, he walked forward. Then he dropped to one knee, lowered his sword, and bowed deeply.

"Thank you... You saved our home. I truly appreciate it. None of this could have happened without you," he said, voice breaking with sincerity.

Nolan lifted a hand. "Raise your head. There’s no need for any more thanks—as long as you keep your word. All I need is the sword I told you about. And the blacksmith who will forge it."

Several dwarves stepped forward—three at first, then two more. Two of them walked ahead of the group.

"It’s us," one dwarf said. "We are the descendants of the blacksmith who forged the hero’s sword long ago. Not only the ancient hero—we crafted the blade for the most recent hero as well. Our ancestor... he died fighting alongside the hero party around twenty, twenty-one years ago. We carry on his legacy. And we will craft your sword."

"That’s good," Nolan said. "Tell me what you need."

"We need the scale of a powerful dragon," the dwarf said. "Not a common one. Something extraordinary."

"The second material," the other dwarf added, "is a rare crystal from the northern mountains of our kingdom. But that area is swarming with chimera. It will not be easy."

"And lastly... mithril. The strongest in the world. Everything else, we can provide ourselves. Please—bring us these materials so we can forge your weapon. Not just any sword... but a divine weapon. An executioner’s blade capable of cutting or withstanding any attack, no matter the strength. A perfect match for you."

"Fine. That’s simple enough," Nolan said.

The dwarves bowed deeply. "Thank you," they said before heading off.

Nolan then turned toward Damian.

"Hey. I know you’re a dragon, right? I’ll need at least eight of your scales."

Damian stiffened immediately. "No. I’m a human now. I can’t just give up my dragon scales—they’re precious to me."

Nolan narrowed his eyes. "I don’t care. Do what I tell you. But not now—the dwarves are still here. When they’re gone, you’re giving them to me."

Damian sighed heavily. "...Fine. I understand."

"I think we’ll go stay in our stone house for now. It’s not far from here. If any of you want to talk to me or ask anything, you can come there," Nolan said as he lifted Celia and Linda into his arms, preparing to take off.

"Wait!"

Something grabbed his leg. Nolan looked down.

"What is it? Is there a problem?" he asked.

"It would be a shame to let the savior of our kingdom stay in a stone hut!" a dwarf cried out. "You can’t stay there anymore!"

"That’s right!" another shouted as the Dwarf Knight General stepped forward.

"There is no need for you to stay in a place like that," he said firmly.

Every male dwarf in the area started yelling in agreement.

"Yes! Yes! You can’t stay there!"

"You deserve something better!"

"A hero can’t live in a stone house!"

Nolan blinked, overwhelmed by their enthusiasm.

"Alright, alright! Fine. Since you’re the ones offering, I’ll accept," he said with a sigh.

The dwarves all bowed deeply to Nolan, then hurried away, preparing for the massive celebration that would take place now that their home was finally free from demons.

The Dwarf Knight General approached Nolan.

"Please, sir. You and your companions—follow me. I will show you the residence you will stay in for the time being."

"Good," Nolan said, walking with Celia, Linda, Lyra, and Damian behind him.

After a short walk, they arrived at an enormous mansion—far larger and more luxurious than anything the group had seen in the dwarven kingdom.

"Woah... this place is huge," Nolan said.

"I didn’t expect the dwarves to have something like this."

"This mansion belonged to one of our former kings," the general explained. "He was killed by demons. The house has been preserved ever since. Everything inside has been prepared for your stay. Please, choose any room you want. There are many."

He opened the double doors. Two dwarven maids bowed deeply.

"Welcome home, sir. Please come inside."

Nolan stepped in, followed by Lyra, Celia, Linda, and Damian.

The general turned to leave but paused.

"Sir... forgive me. This may sound rude, but... may I ask something?"

Nolan raised a brow. "Go ahead. Speak."

The dwarf cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Are... are these your wives? They’re all incredibly beautiful. Elves, a demon, a human... and then—uh—whatever Damian is."

"HEY! What does that mean?!" Damian shouted, raising a fist. Celia and Linda burst out laughing. Nolan snorted.

"No, no. They’re not my wives. They’re just my companions," Nolan said casually.

Celia, Linda, and Lyra immediately turned bright red and gave Nolan a sharp glare.

"Eh—what? What did I do?" Nolan said, confused.

The general laughed. "I’ll take my leave. And don’t forget—come out tonight for the feast! We’re hosting a festival in your honor!"

He walked away, leaving Nolan and the others inside the grand mansion.

Celia clasped her hands together.

"Wow... this place is beautiful!"

Linda nodded eagerly. "It really is! It’s as big as the mansion back in our village—but even more detailed. The dwarves are amazing at crafting. Even their houses feel like masterpieces!"

"Well... yeah, you’re right. It’s really beautiful," Nolan said as he looked around the mansion. "I think we should all go to our rooms now. We could use a proper nap. We haven’t slept on a real bed in a long time, even if it feels like we should’ve."

He turned to walk, but Celia suddenly grabbed his arm.

"Master... may I tell you something?" Celia asked shyly.

Nolan stopped. "Alright, go ahead."

Celia took a deep breath, her cheeks turning pink. "In my tribe... in the Domain of Man... whenever we respect someone deeply... we wash their back for them before they bathe."

Nolan blinked. "Uh... yeah?"

Celia’s face grew even redder. "So... Master... if you want... I... I can wash your back."

Nolan’s eyes widened and his entire face turned red. "Celia, I—I think I can wash my own back, you know..."

Linda had been watching with narrowed eyes, and the moment she saw Celia make her move, she stepped forward.

"No way I’m letting that slide," Linda muttered. Then she smiled sweetly. "Master. In the elf kingdom, we also wash the back of a man we respect. So please... let me be the one."

Celia shot her a glare. "Hey! I asked first!"

"And I’m asking better," Linda snapped back.

Before Nolan could respond, Lyra moved forward too.

"Master," Lyra said, raising her hand determinedly, "I’m not from a tribe... b-but please let me wash your back as well!"

"Hey! You too?!" Celia shouted.

"There’s no way I’m letting you go first!" Linda said.

"I said I’m doing it!" Lyra argued.

The three of them started bickering loudly, faces red, voices overlapping as they fought over who would wash Nolan’s back.

Nolan stared at them for a moment... then sighed and smiled helplessly.

"...Seriously?"

Damian slowly stepped up beside him, placing a hand on Nolan’s shoulder.

"Master... can I wash your back?"

"NO!" Nolan shouted instantly. "Men don’t do that! Absolutely not!"

The girls froze for half a second—then went right back to arguing even harder.

Nolan rubbed his forehead. "Okay, I’m leaving. If I wait for them to settle this, it’ll take an hour."

Nolan quickly turned away from the chaos of Celia, Linda, and Lyra arguing and looked toward one of the female dwarf maids standing nearby.

"Um... excuse me," Nolan said. "Can you take me to my room, please?"

"Yes, sir," the dwarf maid replied with a polite bow. She guided him down the hallway, her small boots tapping softly against the stone floor. "This will be your room for the duration of your stay."

Nolan stepped inside as she opened the door. The room was large—far larger than he expected—with polished stone walls, carved wooden furniture, and a massive bed that looked impossibly soft.

"Sir," the maid said gently from the doorway, "once you’re settled, please come downstairs. I will prepare your meal shortly."