The Demon King' Chapter 90: “The Forest That Became a City”

On the second day, I woke not to magic, not to noise, but to a sll—

the slls of childhood, wood, bread, frost.

And I decided to walk through the village.

1. A Village That Had Grown

The village… had changed.

Not drastically—but noticeably.

New houses had appeared, neat and wooden, as if they had grown straight out of the earth.

New roofs, new chimneys, new curtains in the windows.

And most importantly—a shop that hadn’t been there before.

With a sign burned in runes:

“Forest Spark — Talvein Branch”

And by the door—an elf.

A real one. Alert. So confident that even the way he stood was quiet, like a shadow.

When he saw , his eyes widened—

and he quickly hid sothing behind the counter.

As if he were afraid I had co to “inspect” him.

I stepped closer.

He looked away.

Strange.

I pretended not to notice his nervousness and walked on—toward the forest.

2. A Forest Alive with Motion

The forest… was humming.

Not with wind.

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Not with magic.

With life.

I took a step—and saw:

— elves carrying long beams;

— teenagers stringing bowstrings;

— little children running between roots with wooden swords;

— people—two of them—working near the forge;

— small glowing plates with runes placed along the paths.

Laughter.

The clang of tal.

The soft brushing of herbalists’ hands.

And the rhythm of training.

The forest had beco a city.

Yet it still breathed silence.

I took a few more steps and felt dozens of gazes.

Not hostile.

But wary.

I was a stranger.

A careful kind of stranger.

The children stopped playing.

The teenagers straightened.

So adults paused in their work and exchanged quiet looks.

The forest reacted to

the way it reacts to an unfamiliar beast.

And then—

3. He Appeared

Silence covered the clearing like a gentle shadow.

Heavy footsteps.

Dull, steady—like the earth itself was giving way.

And from behind a runic tree, he erged.

General Reim.

A giant.

A wolf.

A mountain of stone.

A living myth.

His fur was thicker and darker than I rembered.

The scar on his chest—wider.

His gaze—heavier, more experienced, calr.

He looked at

as if, in this ti apart, he had grown three tis wiser.

And said quietly, almost in a whisper:

— Zen-senpai… you’ve returned.

The conversations around us died instantly.

The children froze.

The adults glanced at one another.

The forest seed to exhale.

Even the birds stopped chirping.

4. His Step Toward

Reim approached slowly, but each step felt like a heartbeat of the forest.

He stopped before —towering, strong, calm.

And, to my complete surprise, he went down on one knee.

Breaths were drawn all around us.

— The Forest thanks you, — he said.

— For giving us a path.

— For giving us strength.

— For giving us hope.

I froze.

He raised his head.

— We have grown.

— We have beco stronger.

— We did what you feared… but without war.

And then, softly, he added:

— The Forest is proud of you. And it awaits your counsel.

There was no submission in his voice.

No fear.

Only the steady, respectful confidence of a leader who had grown—yet rembered who had given him the first spark.

5. The Forest’s Response

When Reim rose, all the elves around us bowed as well—

so with their heads, so to one knee, so simply pressing a hand to their chest.

Not like slaves.

Like equals, expressing gratitude.

And in that mont, I understood:

I had co to a place that no longer needed .

But still awaited .

Little Rien ran up, holding a wooden sword, and shouted happily:

— Zen-senpai is back! Hooray!!

Only then did the forest co alive again.

Laughter.

Noise.

A return to work.

Lightness.

And Reim quietly leaned toward :

— Co. The Council of Branches wishes to see you first.