Reborn as a Dragon:Rise of The Draconic King-Chapter 69 - 65: Ripples Beyond the Forest

Morning light filtered through the enormous canopy of Greenwood Forest, scattering warm golden rays across the interconnected wooden platforms of the elven village. Dew clung to leaves and rope bridges, sparkling like tiny gems as the sun slowly climbed higher.

From above, Greenwood looked peaceful.

The ancient forest swayed gently in the wind, and the soft sounds of wildlife echoed across the valley.

But life in the village had subtly changed.

Two weeks ago, the arrival of a dragon had thrown the entire settlement into chaos and fear.

Now?

It had become… strangely normal.

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John sat at the far edge of the largest platform overlooking the forest.

His massive black body rested comfortably along reinforced beams that had been strengthened specifically to hold his weight. One wing hung loosely off the side of the platform while his tail curled lazily beneath the trees below.

His golden eyes gazed across the endless forest.

Quiet.

Peaceful.

He had not expected that.

For most of his long life, places like this didn't last long. Sooner or later, conflict arrived—powerful monsters, rival dragons, greedy adventurers, or entire kingdoms seeking glory.

But Greenwood?

Greenwood simply existed.

John exhaled slowly, a faint curl of smoke drifting into the morning air.

"…Still quiet."

Behind him, someone yawned loudly.

"Give it time."

John didn't turn around immediately.

"Good morning to you too, Lythriel."

The silver-haired elf approached slowly, stretching her arms above her head as she walked across the wooden planks.

She carried a steaming cup of tea in one hand and looked only half awake.

"You're up early again," she said.

John glanced at her.

"Dragons don't sleep much."

"You keep saying that."

"And it keeps being true."

She leaned against the railing beside him and took a slow sip of her tea.

The morning wind moved gently through her hair as she stared out at the massive sea of green stretching toward the horizon.

"…It's peaceful today."

John nodded slightly.

"Yes."

She glanced sideways at him.

"You're thinking again."

John gave her a long look.

"You've said that three times this week."

"And it's been correct three times this week."

He huffed quietly.

"I think plenty."

"You think about hunting monsters."

"That still counts as thinking."

Lythriel smirked.

"Barely."

For a moment they both simply watched the forest.

Then she said quietly,

"You like it here."

John didn't answer immediately.

Instead he shifted slightly, adjusting his wings.

"…It's different."

"That wasn't my question."

"I know."

She waited patiently.

Finally John said,

"…It's quiet."

Lythriel smiled faintly.

"You keep saying that too."

"Yes."

"And that's enough for you?"

"For now."

She took another sip of tea.

"…You're a strange dragon."

John looked mildly offended.

"I prefer the term 'interesting.'"

She laughed.

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Below them, the village was waking up.

Young warriors gathered in the training grounds, preparing for morning drills.

The sound of bowstrings snapping echoed through the clearing as archers practiced their aim.

Commander Aerion stood at the center of the field, arms folded behind his back as he watched the trainees.

His voice carried across the clearing.

"Again."

Several warriors groaned.

"You missed the target, Kaelen."

The young elf rubbed his shoulder.

"It was close!"

Aerion pointed calmly at the target.

"You hit the tree."

"That tree was standing too close to the target."

A few nearby trainees snickered.

Aerion sighed.

"That is not how archery works."

From above, John watched the scene with quiet amusement.

"…Your warriors complain a lot."

Lythriel shrugged.

"They're young."

"They sound tired."

"They've been training harder."

John tilted his head slightly.

"Because of me?"

"Indirectly."

"How?"

She gestured toward the field below.

"They saw you fight."

John remembered.

Three Tier 8 monsters.

A fairly entertaining morning.

"They realized how strong monsters outside this forest really are," she continued.

"And that worries them?"

"It motivates them."

John nodded slowly.

"That's good."

"Maybe."

She watched the trainees carefully.

"…Fear can motivate people."

John glanced at her.

"Or break them."

She nodded.

"Yes."

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A few minutes later—

Commander Aerion finally noticed the two of them watching.

He looked up and shook his head.

"You're distracting the trainees."

John blinked.

"I'm sitting still."

"You're a dragon."

"That sounds like a weak argument."

Aerion sighed.

"You're a **very large** dragon."

Lythriel laughed.

"He has a point."

John looked offended.

"You're supposed to defend me."

"I defend people who don't accidentally scare half the trainees."

John looked down at the field.

A few warriors were indeed sneaking glances toward him while trying to maintain their stances.

"…That's not my fault."

Aerion replied calmly,

"Everything becomes your fault when you're the size of a house."

John thought about that.

"…Fair."

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Later that morning—

Sylvara's healer hall was already busy.

Bundles of herbs hung from the ceiling, releasing faint pleasant scents into the warm air.

Glass bottles lined the wooden shelves, each filled with glowing liquids or powdered ingredients.

Sylvara worked carefully at one of the tables, slicing thin strips of bark from a small tree branch.

She didn't look up when John entered.

"You tracked dirt inside again."

John froze.

"…How did you know?"

"Your footsteps."

He glanced down at the floor.

"But I wiped my claws."

"Yes."

She held up a small leaf.

"You also stepped on one of my herb bundles."

John looked genuinely apologetic.

"…Oops."

Sylvara sighed, but she wasn't actually upset.

"You're lucky these were common herbs."

"I'll replace them."

"With what?"

"…More herbs?"

She smiled slightly.

"That would work."

John leaned against the doorway carefully.

"What are you making today?"

Sylvara lifted a small jar.

"Mana stabilizer."

"And what does that do?"

"It helps mages recover after exhausting their magic."

John examined the glowing blue liquid.

"Can dragons use it?"

Sylvara thought for a moment.

"…Probably not."

"Why not?"

"You already generate more mana than ten mages combined."

John looked disappointed.

"That sounds unfair."

"You're a dragon."

"That keeps coming up."

She laughed softly.

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Outside—

A loud voice suddenly echoed through the village.

"Commander!"

A scout sprinted across one of the upper bridges, breathing heavily.

Aerion turned immediately.

"What happened?"

The scout stopped in front of him, catching his breath.

"We spotted movement in the eastern forest."

Aerion's expression sharpened.

"What kind of movement?"

"…Humans."

The clearing went quiet.

John lifted his head slowly.

Humans.

Lythriel stepped forward.

"How many?"

"Twelve."

Aerion frowned.

"That's a large group."

The scout nodded.

"They're heavily armed."

Lythriel crossed her arms.

"That's not good."

Sylvara stepped out of the healer's hall.

"What's happening?"

Aerion answered calmly.

"A group of human adventurers entered the outer forest."

John stood up slowly, his wings stretching slightly.

"And?"

Lythriel looked at him.

"Humans don't normally come this deep."

"Why not?"

"Because most of them die before reaching this area."

John considered that.

"…Fair."

Aerion looked at the scout.

"Do they know about the village?"

"We don't think so."

"That's good."

John tilted his head.

"So why are they here?"

The scout hesitated.

"…They might be hunting something."

Lythriel glanced directly at John.

"…Or someone."

John grinned slowly.

"So the rumors spread."

Sylvara looked worried.

"Adventurers can be reckless."

John shrugged.

"Reckless people usually die quickly."

"That's not comforting."

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The group moved toward the main clearing.

Warriors gathered nearby, listening carefully.

Aerion addressed them calmly.

"Scouts will continue monitoring the human group."

One of the warriors asked,

"What if they come here?"

Aerion glanced at John briefly.

"…Then we decide what to do."

John chuckled.

"That's vague."

"It's flexible."

Lythriel sighed.

"Humans hunting dragons rarely turn around peacefully."

John looked amused.

"You've met many?"

"Enough."

Sylvara looked at him carefully.

"…Have you fought adventurers before?"

John snorted.

"Many times."

"And?"

"They usually bring big weapons."

That didn't make anyone feel better.

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That evening—

The village gathered around the central fire again.

But the atmosphere had changed.

It wasn't fearful.

Just alert.

Several scouts remained posted along the forest edges.

John rested beside the clearing, his massive form curled comfortably near the firelight.

Sylvara sat nearby with Lythriel and Aerion.

Lythriel poked the fire with a stick.

"So…"

John opened one eye.

"So?"

"You're probably the reason those adventurers are here."

"Probably."

"And you're not worried?"

John yawned.

"Twelve humans?"

"That's still twelve people trying to kill you."

John shrugged.

"That's happened before."

Aerion studied him.

"You're very calm about this."

John looked at him.

"Would you panic if twelve squirrels tried to attack you?"

Lythriel burst out laughing.

"That's not a fair comparison."

"It's accurate."

Sylvara sighed.

"You're impossible."

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Far away—

Deep in the forest—

Twelve armored figures moved carefully through the trees.

The leader stopped suddenly.

"…You feel that?"

A mage beside him nodded slowly.

"Mana."

Another adventurer whispered,

"Something powerful lives here."

The leader smiled.

"Good."

He looked toward the distant mountains.

"Then the rumors were true."

A dragon.

And they were getting closer.

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Back in Greenwood—

John remained awake long after the others slept.

His golden eyes watched the distant forest quietly.

Somewhere out there—

A group of hunters believed they had found their prey.

John's tail flicked slowly.

A faint grin formed across his draconic face.

"…This might finally get interesting."

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