Demonic Witches Harem: Having Descendants Make Me Overpowered!-Chapter 79: Help From The Unexpected

"Your Majesty, will you help him?" Layla's voice was sharp with frustration.

Her fingers curled into fists as she watched Ezra struggle against the common folk.

"Lord Ezra… He helped them all, and this is how they repay him?"

"But they're not wrong." Wren was the one to answer, arms crossed as he observed the unfolding conflict.

"House Algrin failed to contain the plague. Countless commoners died because of it."

Layla scoffed, shooting him a glare. "Tch, everyone knows it wasn't his house. It was your corrupt branch family that embezzled the funds meant for medicine development."

"They frame Algrin House hoping that one of their branch family can be the next Honorable Houses!"

Justice had always been Layla's guiding principle. Watching someone be condemned unfairly set her blood boiling.

Claude, however, remained unfazed. "We won't interfere."

His voice was calm. "If they refuse the clothes and food, so be it. Let them freeze and starve."

Layla turned to him in disbelief. "Your Majesty!"

But Claude continued, unbothered. "And Ezra? If he fails to handle this, then he's unfit to be the Minister of Welfare."

Wren blinked, shocked by his lord's words. "But Your Majesty, don't you care about the common folk? And isn't Ezra your ally?"

Claude met Wren's bewildered gaze, lips curling into a smirk. "I do care about them. But there must be boundaries, Wren. I won't beg people to accept my help. If they don't want it, then that's their choice."

He turned his eyes back to Ezra, watching as the nobleman struggled to maintain control of the situation.

"And as for Ezra… If he can't solve something as small as this, how can he handle larger crises in the future?'

"His work revolves around the people—surveys, policies, welfare programs. If they can't accept him, how can he serve them properly?"

Wren scratched the back of his neck, still struggling with the logic. "Ugh… That's harsh."

But even as he said it, he couldn't deny the truth in Claude's reasoning.

Layla, though still displeased, lowered her gaze. "But helping him isn't prohibited… right?"

Claude chuckled. "Of course not. But Ezra has too much pride to ask for help."

Just as he expected, the situation continued to escalate.

Ezra, standing in the middle of the furious crowd, pushed the garments back toward them. "Listen to me! This is for your own good!"

"Then apologize!" A rough voice shouted from the front.

"Apologize for the lives lost because of your House!"

Ezra stiffened. His grip on the clothing tightened. "It's been thirty years! Isn't what I'm doing now proof that I'm trying to make things right?"

"But you've never apologized!" Another voice rang out, filled with raw emotion.

"Time doesn't erase the pain! You live longer and untouched by the plague with your 'Three-Star Evolution' while our families died young!"

"We lost our loved ones while your House remained untouched!"

Ezra clenched his jaw. He knew what they wanted. But if he apologized, it would mean acknowledging his House as the direct cause of their suffering.

It would mean admitting guilt, even for actions he hadn't committed himself.

So he stayed silent.

And the crowd pushed him further into a corner.

"Everyone, calm down!"

A loud voice cut through the commotion, commanding attention. The crowd turned, their gazes landing on a young man standing atop a wooden crate.

His voice was sharp, resolute—one that Ezra recognized instantly.

Raddit.

Ezra's eyes widened slightly. He hadn't expected to see him here.

Raddit took a deep breath, sweeping his gaze over the gathering. "I am one of the orphans House Algrin took in! After the plague took my family, they sheltered me in their own mansion, using what little wealth they had left!"

His voice rang with emotion, strong and unwavering.

"Many of us lost our families to that terrible time. But did House Algrin abandon us? No! They gave us food, shelter, and jobs so we could continue living!"

He clenched his fists, raising his chin. "I'm twenty-five now, and I have a family of my own because of Lord Ezra's kindness!"

Murmurs rippled through the crowd, but Raddit wasn't done.

"Even now, he continues to take in orphans, offering charity to the families of victims and those without food or a roof over their heads!"

He turned to look at Ezra, his gaze filled with pride. "He has never once abandoned us."

The daemons shifted, uncertainty creeping into their expressions.

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Raddit's voice sharpened, filled with conviction. "He may not have spoken an apology, but how many of you here have benefited from his generosity?"

He looked around, challenged. "His house fell because he gave too much to help those who suffered. And yet, you still demand more?"

The words hit like a hammer. The crowd hesitated, glancing at one another, guilt creeping onto their faces.

Raddit's expression hardened. "And if that's not enough for you, then remember—this aid isn't only from Lord Ezra. His Majesty, the King himself, provided these gifts."

His voice grew firmer. "Will you embarrass your King by rejecting them?"

Silence fell.

The daemons exchanged uneasy glances, their whispers growing louder. They had always assumed the charity they received came from nameless benefactors.

Never had they realized House Algrin had been behind so much of it.

Then, an elderly man, the very one who had first rejected Ezra, stepped forward. His shoulders were stiff with lingering pride, but his voice trembled with emotion.

"I… I apologize, Lord Ezra." He lowered his head.

"One of my grandchildren received free medical treatment. We never knew who paid for it. The doctor only told us it came from someone important and benevolent."

He swallowed, eyes glistening. "It must have been you."

His hands tightened around the bundle of clothing he had previously refused. "I don't deserve your kindness… so I still cannot accept this."

Ezra's eyes softened, and without hesitation, he pressed the garments back into the old man's hands. "Please, take it. There is no debt to repay."

The old man's lips trembled before he bowed low. "Thank you… thank you so much!"

One by one, the daemons followed, murmuring apologies and accepting the aid.

Ezra exhaled quietly, his gaze shifting back to Raddit. A slow, proud smile tugged at his lips. "You've grown well."