Summoned As A Mere Nobody-Yet Possesses An SSS-Rank Ability

Chapter 260: Exorcist

"You dare...!" the demon gasped, claws clawing against Damian’s wrist, but it was no use. Damian’s grip was like iron, unyielding, unstoppable.

"Master... let me finish him," Damian growled, the tension in his voice vibrating through the hall. "He doesn’t deserve mercy. Not after everything."

Lyra stepped forward as well, her aura calm yet unyielding. "Master... he is weak. Let me handle this. I can separate the demon from Zohar’s soul."

The demon froze, sensing the presence of two beings far above its own power. Its eyes flicked between Damian and Lyra, unease creeping into its otherwise arrogant demeanor.

Two humans... no... not humans... these are something else... it thought, dread gnawing at the edges of its consciousness.

Damian’s grip tightened. The demon’s body shook violently, dark energy erupting like a storm around him. His voice cracked as he tried to speak, choked by the invisible force constricting him.

"Stop!" Mama’s voice echoed across the hall, sharp as a blade.

Damian’s hand froze mid-air. Slowly, he released the demon, letting Zohar’s body drop to the ground.

BAM!

The impact rattled the floor. The hall fell silent. Every elf, knight, and onlooker held their breath. Even the walls seemed to hold their collective stillness. Prince Zohar’s chest rose and fell faintly, the dark aura dissipating like mist.

Nolan stepped forward, calm as ever, eyes sharp and commanding. "Lyra... now."

Lyra’s fingers shimmered with radiant blue energy. The glow expanded, filling the hall with an almost celestial light, washing over every surface.

"This... will hurt," Lyra said softly, determination in her eyes. "But it’s the only way to save him."

She raised her hand and placed it over Zohar’s chest. The blue aura sank into his body like a river of light, pulsing, thrumming, alive.

A shadow began to writhe violently inside Zohar. Black smoke, jagged and cruel, screamed in fury.

"AAAAHHHHH!!"

The demon’s soul, resisting with every ounce of its will, flailed like a beast trapped in chains. It lunged at Lyra, clawing at the blue light, but her aura held it fast. Slowly, inexorably, she pulled the darkness free.

The screams echoed, a sound that chilled every spine in the hall. It was not Zohar crying out, but the demon trapped inside his body. Its black essence twisted violently, a maelstrom of hatred and fury.

Lyra’s eyes glowed brighter. With a final surge of power, she hurled the demon’s essence into the cursed sword.

The blade trembled, dark cracks running along its surface. The demon’s wails cut through the hall one last time before vanishing into the steel prison.

Silence.

Prince Zohar lay on the ground, chest rising and falling steadily. His eyes fluttered open, confusion and fear mirrored on his face as he took in his surroundings.

Damian exhaled, lowering his hands, still glowing faintly with residual energy.

"It’s... over," he said softly, almost in disbelief.

Nolan approached Zohar, his presence calm yet commanding, almost divine in its weight. "You’re safe now. The demon is sealed. You’re free, Prince Zohar."

Zohar blinked, still shaking. His voice was barely a whisper. "I... I... what just happened?"

"You were possessed," Nolan said plainly, eyes scanning the room to ensure no danger remained. "But now, you’re back. And this time... you can make your own choices."

Got it. I’ll expand and refine this scene, keep your names consistent (Nolan, Damian, King Zul/Zoli, Prince Zohar), and make it feel like a proper anime confrontation episode with tension, dialogue weight, and cinematic pacing—without changing your plot.

Nolan slowly reached out and placed his hand on Prince Zohar’s shoulder.

"It’s over," Nolan said calmly. "You’re safe now."

Prince Zohar stiffened.

He slapped Nolan’s hand away violently.

"Don’t touch me!" Zohar snapped, staggering back. "What do you think you’re doing?!"

Nolan straightened, his expression unreadable.

"How dare a lonely human like you lay your hands on me?" Prince Zohar shouted, his voice cracking with rage and humiliation. "Do you think saving me gives you the right to—"

Before he could finish, Damian stepped forward, golden eyes narrowing.

"Master," Damian said coldly, aura leaking slightly from his body, "we should have killed him. Look at this fool. We saved his life, yet he still dares to disrespect you."

The air grew heavy.

Several elves nearby instinctively stepped back, feeling the pressure Damian unconsciously released.

"There’s no need," Nolan said quietly, raising a hand.

He looked directly at Prince Zohar, his gaze calm—but terrifying.

"You are foolish," Nolan said.

The words were soft, yet they struck harder than any blow.

Prince Zohar’s eyes widened in rage.

"How dare you call me foolish?!" he screamed. "How dare you—!"

CLANG!

The sharp sound of metal echoed through the hall.

Then another.

And another.

Footsteps thundered in from every direction.

Elven knights poured into the chamber, armor clattering, spears and blades drawn. Torches flared as they surrounded Prince Zohar in a tight circle.

At the back of the formation, walking with a heavy, deliberate pace, was King Zul.

His expression was grim. Disappointed. Angry.

Prince Zohar froze.

"Father...?" he muttered. "What is this? Why are you doing this?"

King Zul stopped a few steps away, his eyes fixed on his son.

"You went to the forbidden chamber," King Zul said, his voice echoing through the hall. "The chamber sealed by royal decree. The chamber that contains demon weapons."

Prince Zohar clenched his fists.

"I only wanted strength—"

"You took a cursed weapon," King Zul interrupted sharply. "A demon sealed there centuries ago. All to seek revenge."

The hall fell silent.

Prince Zohar’s breathing became uneven.

"I... I just—"

"That ’just’ nearly destroyed our kingdom," King Zul said. "You endangered the tribe. You endangered yourself. And you would have slaughtered innocents if not for him."

King Zul turned his head slightly, glancing at Nolan.

Prince Zohar gritted his teeth.

"But I was humiliated!" Zohar shouted. "Everyone looked down on me! I lost everything!"

"You lost because you were arrogant," King Zul said coldly. "And instead of reflecting, you reached for forbidden power."

Prince Zohar trembled.

The knights tightened their formation.

"Guards," King Zul said.

Prince Zohar’s eyes widened. "Wait—Father—!"

"Take him away," King Zul commanded. "Until the council decides his fate."

Two knights stepped forward immediately.

Prince Zohar struggled as they grabbed his arms.

"No! You can’t do this!" he shouted. "I’m the prince!"

King Zul turned his back.

"Being my son in law does not place you above the law."

Prince Zohar was dragged away, his voice echoing through the corridor as he screamed in fury and despair.

The doors slammed shut.

Silence returned to the hall.

Nolan exhaled slowly.

Damian crossed his arms, unimpressed. "He still doesn’t understand."

"No," Nolan replied. "But this is the first step."

King Zul finally turned fully toward Nolan and bowed deeply.

"If not for you," he said solemnly, "my people would have been doomed."

Nolan shook his head. "I didn’t do it for gratitude. I did it so this cycle of hatred would end."

King Zul straightened, eyes burning with resolve.

"Then this kingdom owes you more than words.

Nolan let out a small sigh and waved his hand casually.

"Well... thank you," he said. "It’s really not a problem."

He looked around the chamber, at the elders, the knights, and finally back at the king.

"Since we’ve already come to an understanding," Nolan continued calmly, "how about trade between me and your country? Like I said before, I plan to build my own nation. A kingdom."

The High Elders exchanged glances.

"A kingdom...?" one of them murmured.

"Yes," Nolan said. "The Kingdom of Monsta."

The room stirred again.

King Zul’s eyes narrowed slightly, then softened. He leaned back and let out a low chuckle.

"So even that name has changed... Monsta, huh," he said. "I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. A kingdom ruled by someone like you would naturally be... outstanding."

He paused, studying Nolan more carefully.

"Just one man this strong," King Zul continued. "Strong enough to defeat my son, strong enough to defeat me... and yet calm enough to speak of trade instead of conquest."

The elders nodded slowly.

King Zul then smiled faintly, though there was a trace of bitterness in his eyes.

"And not only that," he added, "you were once meant to be my son-in-law. Or at least... that was what I believed."

Linda stiffened.

King Zul looked toward her, then back at Nolan.

"Prince Zohar was far too confident. Too restless. Too obsessed with power and pride," King Zul said. "There was never a perfect fit for my daughter."

His voice grew serious.

"But Linda... she chose you."

Linda’s eyes widened.

King Zul continued, his tone calm but firm.

"She is safe with you. She has grown stronger with you. And I can see it clearly now—her heart is already decided."

Linda’s face instantly turned bright red.

"F-Father—!" she started.

King Zul ignored her protests and looked straight at Nolan.

"So I’ll say this openly," he said. "Anytime you decide to marry my daughter—anytime—you may return here. You will have my full blessing."

The room fell completely silent.

Linda looked like steam was about to come out of her head.

Nolan’s eyes widened slightly.

"No—no, no, no, no," Nolan said quickly, waving both hands. "Let’s... let’s not talk about that right now."

Linda glanced at him, half embarrassed, half relieved, half disappointed.

King Zul laughed softly.

"Haha... very well," he said. "There’s no need to rush such matters."

His expression then became serious once more.

"As for trade," King Zul continued, "the Elven Tribe accepts. Healing potions, rare leaves, spirit herbs—we will supply them. In return, we expect fair exchange, protection of routes, and mutual respect."

Nolan nodded.