Demonic Witches Harem: Having Descendants Make Me Overpowered!-Chapter 137: The Cowardice Daughter Finally Found Her Path

Claude took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. Emmalise wasn't just some witch or wandering daemon he could handle however he liked—she was a Queen. And if he fucked her now and she got pregnant…

Shit would go crazy.

Everything needed preparation starting from court approval, formal agreements, ceremonies... And if they knew the Queen already got pregnant, her already good image would be shattered.

"Okay, Emmalise, let's get you back to your room."

He tried to lift her, but she swayed and collapsed right on top of him, sending them both flopping onto the sofa.

"Hhhhnnng~ But we just got started… What about me?" she whined, her voice thick with need. "My pussy feels weird… it's itching."

She lifted her dress, shamelessly pressing her fingers to her soaked cunt. A shiver ran through her body as a bolt of pleasure hit her.

"I want to be touched, Claude~ Please… I can't hold it in anymore," she whispered, sitting up and grinding against his cock, moaning as her clit rubbed perfectly against the bulge in his pants.

"Dammit… This is going to end badly. You're going to regret it," he groaned, feeling himself harden again.

"Regret? I just want pleasure," she murmured, already too far gone.

Her breasts brushed against his chest through the fabric, her hips still moving with hunger.

Claude clenched his teeth. Fuck the court. Fuck the consequences. Maybe sex would actually help fix this whole 'marriage' mess. Maybe this was the answer.

But just as he was about to give in, a knock came at the door. He jolted, both at the sound and the sudden notification in his mind—Keira's message.

[I know this isn't the right time, but I swear, this will be your salvation.]

[Anyway, congratulations!]

[Your three concubines' eggs just hatched—you're officially a father of five!]

[Three E-rank, two D-rank!]

[Want to check your current attribute points?]

Claude groaned, dragging a hand through his already messy hair. He gently picked Emmalise up and laid her down on the couch, casting a soft sleeping spell over her.

"Yeah… show me," he muttered, trying to calm his still-raging erection.

[E-rank children give 50–100 attribute points each. D-rank give 250–500.]

[But with your unique bloodline skill, all points are multiplied by x10. You've gained 38,900 attribute points!]

[You can distribute them manually, or I can do it for you. Just tell me which class you're focusing on.]

Claude's eyes widened. Not only did he now have heirs—valuable human resources for the future—but more importantly, he could grow this powerful just by having sex and fathering children?

"What a dream…" he muttered.

"Alright, I want to be untouchable. I'm a dark mage, but I use a sword too. You know what I mean."

[Understood! Focusing on ATK, INT, and AGL.]

[Adding to STAMINA as well, per request.]

"Good. I need stamina to fuck," he added bluntly, walking toward the door.

When he opened it, Sun stood there with a radiant smile, clearly eager to deliver good news.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty! You're a father now!" Sun beamed.

"Also… Lady Dalia's pregnancy is nearing full term. I believe it's time you return to the palace."

Claude smiled faintly and nodded. "You're right. It's been too long."

He turned to look back into the room, eyes lingering on Emmalise as she slept soundly.

"Let everyone know—I'll be heading back soon."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

With that, Sun vanished like a shadow, moving to spread the news of the King's return.

***

By morning, Claude was already standing in front of Aubree's house. Though technically within the palace complex, it was a modest home—small, quiet, and far cozier than the vast, cold halls of the royal palace.

Aubree had requested this place specifically, wanting a peaceful space to be with her daughter and to keep her mental health since she was pregnant.

He knocked gently.

The door opened almost instantly, revealing Aurelia. Their eyes met, and her cheerful expression faltered.

"Calm down. I'm not here to give you any missions," Claude said, raising a hand to reassure her.

Aurelia sighed in relief. "I'm so sorry, Your Majesty. It's just… your last mission really got to me. I don't think I can take more pressure like that—not again."

She looked down at the floor, voice quiet.

Claude's expression softened. He had to remind himself—Aurelia was still just sixteen.

As someone whose soul had once belonged to a 25-year-old man from the modern world, reincarnated into a baby, he often forgot not everyone had his mental resilience.

He reached out and gently ruffled her blonde hair. "You've done more than enough. I don't have any missions for you. Just stay alive, and grow up well. That's all I ask."

Aurelia blinked, stunned. Her eyes slowly widened as she looked up at him. For someone as cold and calculating as Claude, those words struck her harder than any order ever had... And at the same time weird.

More shocking than hearing she'd have siblings and her ex-crush and first love would be his dad.

"Anyway," Claude added, standing upright, "where's your mother?"

Snapped out of her daze, Aurelia answered, "Ah—she's still asleep. Lately, she's been sleeping a lot, even after eating the fruit you gave her and receiving my mana."

She stepped aside and invited him in.

Inside the small room, Aubree lay peacefully on the bed, her golden hair cascading over the edge like liquid sunlight.

Her breathing was even, her skin healthy—but it was clear she was exhausted. The baby daemon growing inside her was slowly draining her mana reserves.

As Claude stepped closer, the wooden floor creaked beneath his boots. Aubree's eyes fluttered open. She rubbed them, stretching slowly despite the round swell of her belly.

Even in a simple, thin nightgown and very pregnant, she was still sexy.

"Aubree," Claude said, taking a seat in the chair beside the bed while Aurelia moved to prepare breakfast, "do you want anything to help you feel better?"

Aubree blinked at him, a little startled. "Claude? Why are you here? You never come this early… Or wait—did I oversleep? Is it already afternoon?"

Claude chuckled. "No, don't worry. I came to see you. And to tell you—I'm returning to Elysium as soon as possible. You need to come with me."

But instead of joy, a shadow of worry clouded Aubree's eyes. "What about Aurelia? She'll come with us… right?"

Claude paused, then answered while gently holding her hand. "That's up to her. Though honestly, it might be better if she stays here—at least in the capital."

"The sudden disappearance of this kingdom's hero would raise too many questions."

He gave her fingers a reassuring squeeze.

"You and I both know you're my concubine now—your place is in Elysium. There, you'll have better food, better mana transfer, proper medical care… and most of all, Friends and support."

"I know," Aubree said softly, her gaze lowering. "But leaving my daughter again… especially now that we've finally grown closer…"

Claude offered a gentle smile. "Then talk to her. I won't rush the decision. You deserve that time with her."

He sniffed the air and chuckled. "Now, come on. I can smell bacon from here. Let's eat before I start stealing food off the stove."

Aubree let out a small laugh and nodded. "Alright. I'll speak to her after breakfast."

He helped her up carefully, and together they made their way to the kitchen—only to find an unexpected guest already at the dining table.

Claude raised a brow. "You. What was your name again?"

The man stood abruptly, knocking his leg against the table in the process.

"Rhys, Your Majesty! I—I'm sorry. I stayed over because Aurelia worked until midnight. I just wanted to make sure she got home safely."

Claude stared him down for a long second before Aubree chuckled beside him.

"Calm down, Claude. I'm the one who invited him."

Aurelia, who had overheard the exchange, became visibly nervous. She set down plates of eggs, jerky, and toast for everyone, her movements extra cautious.

"I see," Claude said, sighing. "Sit down, Rhys."

The man obeyed, tense and awkward. Breakfast proceeded in stiff silence, broken only by the occasional light-hearted comment from Aubree.

Claude didn't say much, though his eyes occasionally flicked toward Rhys.

He didn't particularly mind Aurelia being with another man—she wasn't his type anyway—but still, part of him felt it was a waste not to have gotten her pregnant.

Especially to someone like Rhys. 'Too weak to father a proper daemon child,' Claude thought grimly.

Still, he kept those thoughts to himself and eventually left the house in silence, his mood soured. Rhys left shortly after, leaving only Aubree and Aurelia behind.

As Aurelia stood at the sink washing dishes, Aubree sat at the table, watching her quietly before finally speaking.

"Aurelia… Claude and I will be going back to Elysium soon. Won't you come with us?"

Aurelia paused, her back still turned. "Is that what His Majesty wants?"

"No… He said the decision is yours. He gave you the choice," Aubree replied with a soft sigh.

Aurelia turned to face her, eyes sharp with determination. "Then why don't you want to let go of me? I've shown you I'm strong now, haven't I?"

"Mother, please… I don't want to live in your shadow forever," she continued.

"Here, I'm the Hero. I have a duty to protect this kingdom, to keep developing medicines, and to help maintain our alliance with Cortinvar. This is where I belong."

Aubree smiled, eyes glassy. "I know… I'm the one being stubborn."

She stood and approached, her voice trembling slightly. "Aurelia, you were never in my shadow. You're my daughter. I love you. And I'm glad… so glad you've found your own path."

Aurelia's lips trembled as tears welled up and slid down her cheeks. She moved forward and wrapped her arms tightly around her mother.

"I'll be okay, Mother. I promise. I'll keep making you proud." fгeewebnovёl.com

"You already have," Aubree whispered, hugging her close. "Just take care of yourself. That's all I've ever wanted."