Demonic Witches Harem: Having Descendants Make Me Overpowered!-Chapter 83: The Dark Harvest Operation
The Dark Elysium Army had seven generals, most of them hailing from House Xalvach, making it the most powerful faction in Elysium.
Though, for now, Layla was the head commander of the army even when she was the weaker among the generals.
Turn out it was because she would be the head of Xalvach House in the future making her automatically become the head commander when her father, Llyold pension.
Claude had already reviewed their profiles and searched for any abuse of power, but he found nothing suspicious.
It was both a relief and a concern.
'Either they're clean… or they're just so damn good at covering their tracks.' Claude leaned back, resting his head against his palm.
But one thing was certain—he was glad they weren't his enemies.
Now, in the midst of a strategic meeting, all seven generals, along with William and Llyold, were gathered.
Among them, three generals had already reached four-star evolution, and Llyold himself was also a four-star warrior.
Claude closed his eyes for a moment. This level of power was no joke.
Llyold was the first to speak.
"Your Majesty, Keira—the white cat—summoned us, claiming to be 'the mirror.'"
His tone was more energetic than usual. "Is it true that you're preparing for war and a small-scale colonization?"
Claude nodded. "Indeed. I intend to take as many people as possible and make them our slaves."
The room stirred slightly.
Layla, caught off guard, frowned. "Your Majesty, weren't you focused on pushing policies to encourage childbirth?"
Lilac, seated across from her, raised an eyebrow. "Sister, weren't you excited when you heard about this? Why are you questioning His Majesty now?"
Layla rubbed the back of her neck. "I was… but this is so sudden." Her expression darkened as a realization struck her. "Wait—don't tell me… are you selling an artifact from the artifact room?!"
The entire room gasped.
A loud bang echoed as one of the generals slammed his heavy fist onto the table.
"Your Majesty, what is the meaning of this?!"
The man had dark green hair and a thick beard—a powerful aura radiated from him. His tails moved around in annoyance.
Claude glanced at his status screen.
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[Henrich Xalvach]
[Title:]
[Great General of Elysium]
[Honorable Executioner of the Dark Elysium Army]
[The Butcher from Honorable Houses]
[Race: Daemon]
[Age: 67]
[Evolution: 4-Star]
[Threat Potential: S-Rank]
[Stats:]
[Mana Pool: 750,250]
[ATK: 85,500 | AGI: 75,550 | DEF: 87,250 | STR: 89,000 | INT: 72,250 | STM: 87,450]
"The Butcher? What the hell is that about…?"
Keira's voice appeared in his mind.
[Henrich is known as the Executioner—he punishes criminals inside and outside the Dark Elysium Army. He is ruthless, even toward his own family.]
"Of course he is."
But before Claude could even answer, Henrich suddenly laughed and slammed the table again.
"Hahahaha! I like you, Your Majesty!" He grinned, his eyes gleaming. "Show that damned Eldrich that his position isn't higher than mine!"
His laughter boomed across the hall.
"I've liked you from the start! Your self-opinionated nature—your embrace of violence—it's magnificent!"
The room erupted into laughter—except for Llyold, who simply shook his head, William, who adjusted his glasses in silence, and Layla, who rubbed her temples.
Claude cleared his throat.
"That's a shame. I'm not selling it—yet." His voice darkened. "Eldrich has found a thousand ways to stall the process."
He recalled yesterday's absurd encounter.
Eldrich had handed him a list of artifacts—a document spanning thousands of pages.
Claude had glanced at the mountain of paper and demanded a summary.
Eldrich had only smiled.
"Your Majesty, all artifacts in this archive are historically significant—hence, the thousands of pages. If you wish for a summarized version, it will take at least a month to compile!"
Claude gritted his teeth.
The urge to strangle that old man had never been stronger.
But even he knew—Eldrich wouldn't budge.
Henrich let out a long sigh before grinning. "If you need help boiling him alive, just say the word, Your Majesty! I'll do anything."
He pressed the last word with emphasis, his sharp eyes glinting with amusement.
Claude simply nodded, brushing off the theatrics. "Let's move on."
Turning toward the room, he addressed the group. "Layla was right. We'll continue implementing the policy to boost our population."
However, his expression turned dead serious as he added, "But war isn't just about gold and manpower. We need logistics, like food supply and many more. A lot of it. If we don't increase farm production, our army won't last."
"We need to make sure our supply chain runs smoothly."
The room grew silent, didn't understand what the supply chain and logistics were. However, they didn't dare to ask because of their pride.
Claude hesitated for a moment, his gaze shifting left, debating whether to be fully honest.
Llyold, ever perceptive, narrowed his eyes. "Your Majesty… is there something else you're not telling us?"
Claude exhaled, then spoke the harsh truth.
"The Holy People are already making moves on Continvar. Given their strained relations, war is inevitable."
The room erupted with voices.
"Your Majesty, we need to fortify our army! We should launch Operation Strix immediately and begin training every able-bodied man in Elysium for war!"
The voice came from one of the four-star generals—a younger-looking warrior with dark purple hair, sharp eyes, and ram-like horns curling around his head.
Many of the generals, including Llyold, voiced their agreement.
But Claude had a different plan.
His voice dropped to a chilling tone.
"Do you think starving, half-frozen men can fight?"
The room froze as his cold gaze swept over them.
"Don't be stupid."
Then come silence.
Claude leaned forward, his fingers tapping against the table. "Operation Strix will not happen until I give the green light."
Llyold, unfazed, pushed back. "Why not work on both at the same time? Ezra is already working to decrease malnutrition."
The room buzzed with murmurs once again, the tension rising.
Claude slammed his hand on the table, silencing them all.
"I understand your concerns, but training starving men is useless." His gaze swept over the room. "Do you know why all of you were able to evolve to four-star warriors?"
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He pointed at them, one by one.
"It's not just because you were born into Xalvach House. It's because you were raised with proper food, rich in nutrition and protein, in a stable environment."
A beat of silence.
Not because they agreed with him—but because none of them had any idea what 'nutrition' or 'protein' meant.
Claude rubbed his temple, exhaling.
"But Llyold right, let's compromise. The common folk who are able to be trained are ones without malnutrition and strong enough to handle harsh training."
His lips curled into a smirk.
"As for Continvar… I'll handle it myself."
Standing tall, he raised his hand.
"Generals, let's call this operation—Dark Harvest."
