Lustful Demon King: Summoned by the Demon Goddesses!-Chapter 52: Impromptu Message!

Once that was done, celebrations immediately began, the Dark Elves cheering excitedly as they saw their Demon King, a-lot of them seeing Jax for the first time and being impressed by his power.

Mana still hummed through the roots and branches, richer and steadier than it had been in generations due to Jax’s massive spell.

Rangers whispered among themselves as they tested bowstrings that now felt lighter in their hands, directly buffed by the environment that was purer than ever before.

Druids knelt at the bases of trees, palms pressed to bark, sensing deeper currents answering them in ways they had not felt since childhood.

Even hours later, the forest continued to grow, expanding its range and power. The Treants felt most buffed by this, as their roots became much stronger and their methods of attack and defense using the environment was multiplied.

Flowers bloomed all across the forest in layered patterns, their colors sharper, their scents clearer, carrying restorative properties that healers immediately recognized with awed expressions.

Jax watched it all from a high terrace overlooking the settlement.

He stood with his hands resting lightly on a railing grown from elderwood, his black robe stirring gently in the breeze. Hydra leaned nearby, arms crossed, emerald hair catching the light as she surveyed the activity below with open satisfaction.

"They’re still buzzing," she remarked, "You changed a-lot of worldviews today, to tell you the truth, I know alot of Demons across different species were losing faith before the Goddesses’ sent you down,"

Jax smirked faintly, "Good. Stagnation is worse than fear."

Lyla joined them moments later, having dismissed the last of the Elders and Wardens who had sought her attention since the gathering ended. Her formal robes were unchanged, but her posture had eased just slightly, as though a weight she had carried for years had finally shifted.

"They won’t stop talking about it for decades," she said, following his gaze. "Children who weren’t even born yet will hear stories about today. Some of the Bards are already working together to make a song about the situation,"

Jax glanced at her, "I’ll have to listen to that once it’s completed,"

"Then, I’ll send it to you," Lyla said with a chuckle.

They stood in companionable silence for a time, listening to the forest breathe before eventually, Jax spoke again. "I’ve been reviewing the plans for the Capital City."

Lyla turned to him fully, interest sharpening. "Already?"

"Design waits for no one," Jax replied evenly, "Especially not when it involves integrating multiple Clans who all think in various different ways and have different traditions,"

That earned a faint, knowing smile from her, "Then you understand why all of the Clans always avoided large centralized construction."

"I do," Jax said, "And that’s exactly why your portion of the Capital is taking the second longest to finalize."

Lyla raised a brow, "Second?"

"The Dragons are first," Hydra cut in casually.

Jax nodded. "Dragon architecture assumes indestructibility and a massive amount of space as a baseline. They need to be able to use their Natural Forms after all. Yours assumes coexistence."

He gestured vaguely, conjuring a translucent projection of the Capital’s expanding layout in the air between them.

Massive districts formed the outer ring, stone and obsidian structures representing more militarized or industrial Clans. Closer to the center, the designs softened, shifting into organic shapes where living wood, crystal, and flowing mana channels replaced rigid walls.

The Dark Elven district stood out immediately.

Rather than blocks and towers, it resembled a vast cultivated forest woven seamlessly into urban space. Buildings grew around trees instead of replacing them.

Roads were replaced by elevated root-walks and mana-guided paths. Homes were shaped from bark and living crystal, each unique yet harmonized with the whole.

"The challenge," Jax continued, "is integrating your ecosystem without compromising it. Industrial foundations disrupt root networks. Excess mana concentration accelerates growth in unstable ways, and don’t even get me started on drainage."

Lyla studied the projection closely, eyes flickering with recognition and appreciation. "You’ve done your research."

"I don’t delegate understanding," Jax replied simply, "The Witches have been invaluable, though."

That surprised her slightly, "Of course they have, rumors have already gone out about what happened with the Witches, you’re quite the stallion aren’t you," Lyla said.

"I guess I am," Jax chuckled as he responded, refocusing on their initial conversation, "The Witches hybrid approach to spell-structure design is impressive. With so many of them, it’s making this much easier than otherwise,"

Lyla allowed herself a genuine laugh at that,"I’m glad they’re involved. The Witches have always understood balance better than most, though Willow has always been stingy with letting them out to do stuff,"

She let her gaze drift back over the settlement, now glowing faintly with renewed vitality. "All I’ve ever wanted," she said quietly, "is peace and prosperity for my people. Not dominance. Not conquest."

Jax turned toward her, fully attentive now.

"For centuries, we’ve been forced into reaction," Lyla continued. "Responding to invasions and poisonings. To divine hypocrisy dressed as righteousness. Every decision I’ve made was to keep us alive without losing who we are."

Her fingers curled lightly against the railing, "Eileen couldn’t accept that. To her, restraint looked like weakness." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"And to you?" Jax asked.

"To me," Lyla said steadily, "restraint was survival with dignity."

Hydra nodded once. "There’s a difference between refusing to fight and choosing when not to."

"Exactly," Lyla agreed. She turned back to Jax, eyes clear. "That is why I trust you. You wield power without being ruled by it."

Jax held her gaze. "Power is a tool. Direction is what matters."

She inclined her head slightly. "I believe the Goddesses think so too."

That drew his attention. "You’re confident in their guidance?"

"I am," Lyla replied. "Sona’s wisdom tempers magic. Skadi’s ferocity ensures we’re never defenseless. And Lilith..." She paused, lips curving faintly. "Lilith understands desire, ambition, and consequence better than any god I’ve studied."

Hydra hummed thoughtfully. "She’s terrifyingly practical."

"Yes," Lyla said. "And together, with you as their chosen King, I believe they’ll lead us onto the right path."

Jax looked back toward the forest, toward the future Capital taking shape in unseen plans and debates. "Belief isn’t enough."

"No," Lyla agreed. "But it’s where commitment begins."

Below them, Dark Elves gathered in small groups, speaking animatedly, gesturing toward new growth and restored lands.

Children ran along reinforced bridges, laughter ringing brighter than it had that morning. Healers compared notes, already adjusting their practices to account for richer mana flows.

As Jax was watching this, a pink Fox with a letter in its mouth hopped through the treeline and landed before him, scratching at his leg before he picked it up to see who sent it after him.