Demonic Witches Harem: Having Descendants Make Me Overpowered!-Chapter 113: Back To Elysium

Claude returned to Elysium and was welcomed like a king out of legend.

The streets from the outskirts of the capital all the way to the palace walls were packed with people.

Commoners leaned over balconies and rooftops, showering his path with black asphodel petals.

The dark flowers rained down in a slow, fluttering wave, a sign of reverence for the Lord Of Calamity.

He rode through them clad in his shining black armor, the royal crest—a black asphodel crowned and held aloft by skeletal hands—fluttering from tall banners at his side.

The crowd roared with praise, but Claude only offered a small wave in return, his expression calm and unreadable.

As he reached the palace gates and dismounted, he hadn't even taken a full breath before someone came charging at him.

"Father!" a bright voice cried. "You're finally home! I've been waiting forever—I missed you!"

It was Morion. Her curly hair bounced wildly as she jumped into his arms, hugging him tight.

Claude rubbed the top of her head with a rare softness. "Can't be helped. I had a lot to take care of."

He gently separated from the hug and motioned to Wren, who promptly retrieved something from the carriage.

It was a beautifully wrapped box with a red ribbon—matching Morion's ruby eyes.

"You said you wanted to try more human food," Claude said. "So this is for you."

Morion's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she unwrapped the gift.

Inside was something completely foreign to her—golden, round, with a warm, fruity scent rising from the glossy crust.

"It's called apple pie. Eat it during afternoon tea with Dalia. She'll love it too," Claude added.

Morion could barely contain her excitement, her mouth already watering as she stared at the pie like it was a treasure.

Just then, a familiar voice called out.

"Claude, you're finally here. I missed you."

He turned and met Dalia's eyes. They were warm—just like the sunlight after a long winter.

Without a word, he walked over and embraced her tightly. "I missed you too, Mom," he murmured.

"I heard the pregnancy's been difficult. Are you alright?"

She gave a gentle smile. Though her belly had only just started to show beneath her dress, the fatigue was visible in her face.

"It's just a lot of nausea and exhaustion. You were the same when I carried you. Nothing to worry about."

Claude studied her for a moment before softly touching her stomach. A faint second mana pulse responded—gentle and steady. The baby was healthy.

"Llyold gave me a strange fruit," Dalia continued. "It tasted awful, but I've felt better since then."

Claude's eyes narrowed briefly. "I see. I'm glad it helped," he said, though his thoughts were elsewhere.

'If only this world had ultrasounds and proper doctors…' he sighed inwardly.

'I don't care much about this baby, but if it ever threatens my mother's life… I won't hesitate to end it.'

The reunion didn't end there. Llyold, William, Aldrich, and even Lilac came to greet him. Especially Aldrich who hugged his son tightly with pride.

Lilac ran up and pressed a sensual kiss to Claude's lips in front of everyone, prompting a scandalized cough from her father, Llyold, who immediately stepped in to separate them.

Lilac sighed dramatically. "Why can't we just have sex right now? I'm not even pregnant yet."

"Lilac!" Llyold barked, nearly having a heart attack.

"Show some manners!"

"But what's wrong with me? Isn't it weird for a queen to not have an heir yet? I don't get it. I'm trying!"

"The doctor said you're healthy," Llyold groaned. "Just… keep trying—but not here!"

Claude chuckled softly at the chaos. "How about Layla? Is she alright?"

Llyold's face turned more serious. "She's… resting. The pregnancy's been rough on her. I've been transferring mana to her when she's too weak."

He looked at Claude sternly. "Your seed is powerful, Your Majesty, but once Layla gives birth, take your time before trying again. Let her recover properly. The same goes for all your concubines."

Claude gave a calm nod. "You don't need to worry. I understand."

Still, inside, Claude was brimming with pride. The children he'd have with Layla and Dalia would be S-class. Their potential was immense.

But he wasn't foolish enough to sacrifice his women's lives just for the sake of more offspring.

'Even without children, I'm already on the verge of a four-star evolution… I can't imagine the power I'd wield if I had dozens of descendants like them.'

"Ah, right. Speaking of concubines," Claude said with a smirk, "I brought one back from Hyparia."

As he stepped aside, two figures descended from the carriage—Aubree and her daughter, Aurelia. Both wore long veils that fluttered in the breeze, their steps elegant but firm as they approached.

"Aldrich, show them to their rooms," Claude instructed.

Then he turned to Llyold, gesturing behind him. "And for you, I've brought a daemon. I've decided to appoint him as one of our knights. Show him how things work around here."

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Rhys stepped forward, and all of his wounds, even his feet were healed. Llyold gave a nod, and soon enough, the group split off—Dalia happily led Aubree inside as the two old friends caught up.

Morion trailed behind them, hugging her pie box tightly like a precious relic. Llyold led Rhys elsewhere, likely toward the training grounds.

That left only Claude, William, Lilac, and Wren.

"Your Majesty," William began, formal as always, "the envoy chambers are prepared. Everyone's waiting for the meeting."

"Good," Claude replied. "Let's get it over with."

They headed into the designated meeting room—a long hall lined with polished obsidian pillars and a sleek blackwood table stretching down the center.

Claude took his seat at the head while Wren and William stood dutifully at his side.

Then Lilac waltzed over, eyes glinting mischievously, and without a word, she sat directly on Claude's lap.

"What do you think you're doing?" Claude asked, placing a hand on her thigh.

Lilac giggled and kissed his cheek. "Your Majesty, I'm going to be queen, aren't I? It wouldn't hurt to remind everyone of that."

She tilted her head with innocence, but with her generous chest pressing against his armor, "cute" wasn't the word that came to mind—she was straight-up seductive.

Claude chuckled lowly, kissed the top of her exposed breast, and replied, "Of course. Whatever you say, my queen."

Just as the mood was about to shift into something more heated, William cleared his throat loudly, effectively killing the atmosphere.

"Ahem. Perhaps we should begin the meeting first, Your Majesty," he said, eyes carefully avoiding the scene.

Claude leaned back in his seat, still holding Lilac with one arm as she curled closer into him.

"Considering how suddenly you summoned the envoys, they're expecting something important."

Claude only shrugged with a half-smile. "Then let's not keep them waiting. Let's start."

From the empty chairs around the long table, ten figures shimmered into view—holographic projections of daemons from the five kingdoms and the distant empire.

Each one bowed deeply toward Claude, their voices echoing respectfully through the room as they introduced themselves one after another.

These envoys came from different lands, and different courts, and yet they all shared the same history: loyal retainers of Donovan, the previous ruler, for over a hundred years.

The fact that Claude had summoned them for the first time since ascending the throne was a clear signal—they came prepared for war.

Then, once the formalities passed, he lifted his hand slightly and gestured toward the beautiful daemon woman sitting atop his lap.

"This woman on top of me—Lady Lilac Xalvach, daughter of Llyold of House Xalvach—will be the future Queen of Elysium. I hope no one here would dare oppose this union."

Jon, the envoy from Hyparia the first to respond. "Of course not, Your Majesty. I've heard of Lady Lilac's accomplishments."

"A genius in magic and a formidable dark mage. She is also the daughter of the strongest Honorable House. A perfect queen."

"She is indeed a fitting choice," echoed another envoy, nodding in agreement.

One by one, the others followed suit, nodding or voicing their approval. The atmosphere grew more relaxed.

With that settled, Claude's expression shifted.

He leaned forward slightly, his voice deepening. "Now, let's move on to why I truly called you here."

The room stilled.

"We are closer to war than expected. The Everbright Church is moving faster than any of our predictions," Claude said, his eyes narrowing.

"Then why are we not preparing for battle?" Raynold, the envoy from Inochyreth, asked sharply. "We must strike before they do. If we wait—"

"I plan to delay the war," Claude interrupted, his voice calm but firm.

He reached into his coat and pulled out a small glass vial no bigger than his thumb. Inside it, a transparent liquid shimmered faintly under the chandelier light.

All eyes focused on the vial.

"I want each of you to take one," Claude said, setting it gently on the table.

"Your mission is simple: dilute this into the main water source of each capital."

The envoys exchanged uncertain glances.

"What is it, Your Majesty?" one of them asked.

Claude's lips curled into a smirk. "This... is Red Slumber."