Demonic Witches Harem: Having Descendants Make Me Overpowered!-Chapter 114: What Claude Desire*

"The Red Slumber?!" Reynold's voice rang out, sharp and panicked.

"That deathly disease that wiped out the entire Ravar Kingdom?!"

His outburst stirred the room. The holograms flickered slightly as the envoys reacted—some erupted in disbelief, scoffing at the notion, while others wore grim expressions, realizing the weight of what their king had just asked of them.

"Your Majesty," Norman, the envoy of Mycentia, said, his voice tense.

"You want this disease to wipe out humanity?!"

"This might be a path to revenge," Raymond added, frowning deeply.

"But think again, Your Majesty. The economy will collapse, crops will rot, cattle will die."

"What could possibly be gained from such widespread ruin?"

"He's right! What about my family?" another envoy shouted.

"I heard daemons aren't immune either! Are we to poison our own lands?!"

The room descended into chaos, a chorus of rising voices and objections.

But Claude… simply toyed with the blue rose pinned to Lilac's chest, idly twisting a lock of her hair around his finger, his gaze distant.

And then, without raising his voice, he spoke.

"Are you all done?"

No one answered.

"This disease," Claude continued, his gaze sweeping over the envoys, "indeed has no cure. Not even holy magic can dispel it."

What he said was true.

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Even in the modern world he once came from, a virus like measles had no direct cure.

It wasn't treated with magic or divine power, just managed—rest, a diet rich in vitamin A, fever-reducing medicine.

A vaccine existed, of course, but that kind of technology was far beyond reach in this medieval world.

The idea of developing one here would be laughable.

But Claude smirked, fingers still absentmindedly twirling the petals of Lilac's blue rose.

"But I do have a way to treat it. And more importantly, a way to control it."

The room buzzed again—some envoys reacting with disbelief, others with stunned curiosity.

"And with that treatment," Claude said, his tone darkening with ambition, "wealth will come. Certainly and swiftly."

He tapped the table once, the sound echoing with intent.

"All I ask of you is simple: gather the witches, the herbalists, those who know their way around medicine and have them sell our cure."

"Through us, the only lifeline the masses will have."

Some gasped. A few eyes lit up in understanding.

Claude leaned forward, his voice a velvet blade.

"And since you are all lords, I will give you the protocols. How to contain the disease in certain districts... how to increase mortality in others."

"We make the Church panic. We make them scramble to save their faithful. And when their blessings fail, their credibility will collapse."

None of the envoys spoke. Not to object. Not to protest.

They were listening.

And some of them were starting to nod.

"From this point on, we'll reduce the human population, including the holy army," Claude said with a smirk.

"That'll buy us time to build our strength while they scramble to heal their people and mend their land."

He leaned back. "And by the time they realize what's happening, we'll have already moved too far ahead to be stopped. One kingdom at a time—we'll consume them all."

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Claude sighed as the meeting concluded. Lilac had been dragged away by his uncle to handle unfinished duties.

With a rare moment of peace, Claude decided to visit Dalia, who was enjoying her afternoon tea in the private garden crafted just for her.

When he arrived, she sat on the wide floral swing, its frame woven with climbing vines and blooming petals.

Her eyes were closed tightly, basking in the rare sliver of sunlight that filtered through the enchanted sky above.

That sunlight was the only one allowed in Elysium, a kingdom perpetually blanketed in eternal snow. The farmland was the exception, controlled by the mirror that regulated its weather.

Claude sat beside her quietly, careful not to disturb the stillness.

But Dalia slowly opened her eyes, her soft blue gaze meeting his as he smiled.

"Done with your meeting?" she asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"Yeah. You can keep sleeping if you want, Mother, I heard pregnancy makes women sleepy all the time." Claude replied.

"Hmm… Don't worry. I've had enough sleep," she said with a soft smile, resting her head against his shoulder.

Claude glanced at her. Her cheeks were thinner than before, her complexion pale. She looked weaker—frail, even. His brows furrowed.

He gently took her hand and channeled mana into her body. Within moments, he felt it—his mana being absorbed greedily by the child growing inside her.

'Damn this child…' he thought with a sigh.

"If something happens... you have to tell me, Mother" Claude murmured. He placed a hand on her stomach. "Don't push yourself too far. Don't sacrifice yourself for... this."

Dalia's eyes widened, then narrowed.

"What do you mean this? It's your baby!"

"I know. But you matter more to me than that baby ever could," he said softly.

"We can always make another... but you? There's only one of you in this world." his gaze turn gentle.

"You're all I have, Mother. So please, understand what I'm saying."

Dalia let out a long sigh. She cupped his face, brushing her thumb across his cheek.

"I'll be fine. I'm strong, remember? I'm from a special race. My body won't give out so easily."

Her tone softened as she smiled.

"You told me you'd give me anything—all the finest jewels, a crown that could rule nations, even the world itself..." she paused.

"But this—this baby—is the one thing I want. Because we made it together. Because I made it with the person I love most."

Claude chuckled. "I'm not exactly a person, but I'll take that as a compliment."

He kissed her softly—tender at first, then more demanding. It had been a month since they'd last met, and he craved her.

His lips brushed hers again and again, until she opened her mouth and welcomed him in.

"Mhhnmm..." she moaned softly between their touch.

Their tongues met and danced, seeking dominance, tangled in longing.

Her hands wove into his hair as he leaned in, easing her back onto the swing. The slow creak of the swing mingled with the wet sound of their kiss.

Their lips smacked, parted, and found each other again as saliva dripped from their joined mouths.

Breathless, they finally pulled apart. A thread of saliva still connected them.

"Hah… hah… I missed you, Claude," Dalia whispered in a needy whimper, which sent a jolt through him.

He slid his hand beneath her dress, revealing her undergarments, but she quickly tugged the fabric back down.

"Claude! We can't do it here!"

"Why not? I can't wait until we reach your room. It's too far, and you want me to carry you there while I'm this hard? People will see."

Claude grinned as his hand slid along her thigh, caressing her through the silk of her stocking. She shuddered.

"But what if someone finds us?" she whispered, her eyes darting nervously.

"Let them," he said, eyes gleaming. "No one would dare say a word."

Without waiting, he dipped his head under her dress, catching the edge of her stocking between his teeth and tugging it down slowly, eyes locked on hers the entire time.

Those crimson eyes gleamed hungrily, and she trembled under his gaze.

Watching him like that—possessive, starved—brought back the memory of the day he first claimed her.

She wanted it again.

Claude teased her slowly, his lips brushing against the soft skin of her thigh.

He kissed a trail upward, gently nibbling near her inner thigh, so close to her itching pussy that it made her tremble with anticipation.

"Hnggg~ Claude..."

Dalia moaned, her voice thick with need. She couldn't wait—she wanted his mouth on her cunt, craved it.

"Impatient, aren't you, Mother?"

Claude chuckled, the sound low and teasing as he moved in closer, burying his face between her legs.

He inhaled her scent deeply, then gave a slow lick along her entrance, before his tongue flicked her clit.

"AHHH! There!"

Dalia gasped, grabbing his dark hair and pressing him harder into her. His hands gripped her thighs, cupping them as if to hold her open just for him.

His tongue slipped inside her, wet and hungry, while his nose grazed her sensitive nub. She whimpered from the dual sensation, pleasure flooding her senses.

"Ohhh!!! Ahhhh!!! Hhhaaa!!!"

Claude devoured her like a man starved, his tongue exploring every inch inside her, circling, plunging, tasting her thoroughly.

Her juices coated his mouth as her body trembled beneath him.

"Ohhh, Claude... it feels so good. Your tongue feels amazing," she moaned breathlessly, biting her lip as she tried to stifle her moan—but it was too much.

Her back arched as he found her sweet spot.

"AHHH!! HNGGG!!! THERE, CLAUDE! YES, RIGHT THERE!!!" she cried out, unable to hold back anymore.

Claude focused on that spot, his tongue relentless as his fingers joined the act. One rubbed her clit mercilessly, twisting and teasing it as her legs shook around him.

Stars danced in Dalia's vision, her entire body tensing. Her pussy clenched around his tongue, juices gushing.

"AHHH!!! AHHHH!!! I'M CUMMINGGG!!!" she screamed, her climax hitting her like a storm as her body spasmed with release.

Claude drank her in, not wasting a drop, his face wet and smirking as he pulled back.

"Hah... you're really something else," he said, licking his lips. "But now... it's my turn."

He unzipped his pants, revealing his rock-hard cock—ready for the next round.