Demonic Witches Harem: Having Descendants Make Me Overpowered!-Chapter 96: Conquest & Desire

It had been two days since Claude arrived in Hyte Village, overseeing not only the relocation of slaves but also assessing the state of the iron mines.

The mines were in excellent condition, rich with iron deposits that could fuel Elysium's growing military needs.

After inspecting the operations, he met with the village head to discuss trade.

While he planned to halt most external sales and divert the iron to Elysium for the production of weapons and armor, he reached a compromise—30% of the village's iron output would still be sold to merchants from nearby towns.

After all, even a self-sufficient kingdom needed trade to thrive.

"You and your family will receive special treatment," Claude said, his gaze sharp as he addressed the village chief.

"You won't be slaves, but you will still bow to me. Understood?"

The village chief, a grizzled man named Norman, lowered his head in submission. "Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Claude nodded, satisfied. "Good. Some of my men will remain here to oversee operations, while the rest of your villagers—men, women, and children—will be relocated to Elysium as serfs. I will take care of them, so you need not worry."

Despite his words, Norman's hands clenched tightly, his knuckles white with suppressed frustration. But he was powerless to resist.

He swallowed hard before speaking. "And the priests, Your Majesty?"

Claude smirked. "Ah, them? They'll be coming to Elysium as well. I've already prepared a… special place for them."

With that, the meeting concluded. Claude stepped out of Norman's house, greeted by Henrich, his ever-eager general.

"Your Majesty, where should we move next?" Henrich asked, his eyes alight with anticipation.

"Also, why not split our army into two or three groups? We could conquer villages much faster that way."

Claude chuckled, seeing right through him. "Henrich, I know you're itching to lead the charge, but be patient. Once we find Aurelia, you'll get your chance to seize as many villages as you like."

He clapped a firm hand on the general's shoulder. "For now, focus on organizing the platoons assigned to guarding the slaves."

Henrich clicked his tongue, rubbing the back of his neck. "Tch. You really can read my mind, Your Majesty." He sighed but nodded in understanding.

"We've already prepared them for transport. The teleportation circles are set, so we can move them in batches without issue."

"Good. And the branding?"

"Underway as we speak," Henrich confirmed.

"As per your orders, we've separated them by rank and erased their names. They will now be identified by the tattoos on their necks, which mark their assigned work and status based on skill level."

Claude gave an approving nod, pleased with Henrich's efficiency.

He had no intention of allowing these people to cling to their past. Their identities were stripped away, replaced with codes that dictated their roles in Elysium.

Over time, they would marry other slaves, birth children who would be born into servitude, and perpetuate a cycle of obedience.

Claude gazed up at the sky, a smirk tugging at his lips.

'What a convenient source of free labor. Of course, I'll have to feed them… but that's a minor expense.'

After everything was done, Claude returned to his office and unfurled the world map across his desk.

There was a limit to how many small villages they could seize before the Hyparia Kingdom took notice.

Because of that, he decided to shift his focus to another kingdom, Mycetia. He had already marked several potential villages for conquest.

Based on the intelligence gathered, Mycetia was far more fertile than Hyparia, as it lay beyond the reach of the eternal snow.

It was the perfect location to establish a strong agricultural base.

'Hm... in one or two years, I will begin conquering entire kingdoms. But for now, seizing villages is a good starting point. I can build outposts there, expanding my reach little by little.'

Claude smirked, his gaze darkening. 'First the villages, then the towns... and eventually, the capital. No one will be able to stop me.'

His thoughts were interrupted as someone entered his tent without hesitation. It was Aubree. As always, she came to ask the same question.

"Have you found my daughter, Your Majesty?" she asked in a composed, polite tone.

Ever since she learned of his true position and the condition he had set for his assistance—that she become his concubine—she had started addressing him more formally.

Claude chuckled, stepping closer to her. "Just use my name, will you? Hearing you speak so politely makes me uncomfortable."

He placed a firm hand on her waist, pulling her closer.

Truth be told, he was impatient to claim her—to make her his and plant his seed within her—but he knew he had to be patient. For now.

"Your Majesty!" Aubree protested, squirming slightly. "Just… answer my question!"

Claude shook his head. "Unfortunately, not yet. But tomorrow, we'll be moving to another village. We might find her then."

He reached up, tucking a strand of her golden hair behind her ear.

Then, leaning in, he whispered against her skin, "Be patient. You'll be rewarded if you can manage that."

Aubree's breath hitched. "Y-Your Majesty… calm down."

She tried to step back, but it was useless. He was bigger, stronger, and far more dominant than when they had first me.

The change in him was undeniable, and what terrified her most was how, at times, she found herself drawn to it.

Claude only laughed, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her flush against his body. He buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent before pressing heated kisses to her skin.

Aubree shuddered.

"Ah... I can't wait to have you. Should we just do it here?" His knee pressed between her legs, making her gasp.

Taking her hand, he guided it downward until her trembling fingers brushed against his hard cock. "Feel that? I'm already aching for you."

Aubree swallowed hard, her palm hesitantly gliding over the thick length beneath his clothes. The heat, the sheer size—it made her dizzy.

"Claude…" she murmured, eyes fluttering shut as he coaxed her into stroking him.

A deep groan rumbled from his throat.

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"This isn't enough," he muttered, dissatisfied.

Without warning, he lifted her effortlessly, tossing her over his shoulder like a sack of grain. He swept everything off his desk with one arm, sending maps and documents scattering to the floor, before laying her down atop the cleared surface.

His gaze roamed over her, drinking in the sight of her tempting, vulnerable form.

"I wanted to wait until we had a proper room for this," he mused, removing his robe with a smirk, "but then again, anything can be a room if I try hard enough."

He leaned in, his lips hovering above hers as he whispered wickedly, "You don't mind if I fuck you now, don't you?"