Demonic Witches Harem: Having Descendants Make Me Overpowered!-Chapter 41: The King Had Been Crowned

Claude didn’t get angry at the man words, though annoyance prickled at him—more for the way the man spoke so lowly of his father than for the accusation itself.

’I thought Theo come from a named family, but I was wrong. So why everyone I met called him with ’Lord Theo?’

But before he could even react, Morion was already seething.

Dark energy swelled around her, thick and oppressive, sending a tremor through the court.

Several daemons instinctively flinched, their bodies stiffening under the sheer weight of her power.

Her red eyes burned with fury as she shot a venomous glare at Luka, disgust contorting her delicate features.

"HOW DARE YOU MOCK MY FATHER’S LINEAGE! HE IS THE LORD OF CALAMITY!" she shrieked.

As her voice rang through the chamber, the darkness around her expanded, writhing like a living entity, stretching toward the high ceilings.

The very walls trembled, the floor shuddering beneath them. Even those who had protested moments ago turned pale, their defiance slipping into uncertainty.

Claude smirked, watching them cower. He liked this. Seeing their fear amused him. But he hadn’t come here just to intimidate them—he come in peace anyway.

Reaching up, he ran his fingers through Morion’s silky black hair, his touch firm yet gentle.

"It’s fine, Morion," he murmured, his voice low and even. "Let me handle this."

The moment his hand rested against her, her breath hitched, and slowly, the shadows around her began to dissipate.

The oppressive air lightened as she clung to him, her anger simmering down.

Claude turned his attention back to Luka, his smirk never faltering.

"You, Luka Irgenil." His voice echoed through the hall as he pointed directly at him.

"I will prove to you that I am a Lord of Calamity’s descendant."

Keira had been rambling nonstop about this moment before they even got into the throne room, practically vibrating with excitement at the chance to finally reveal her true form.

Claude didn’t fully understand why she was so eager, but her words had been clear—he needed to summon the "mirror."

Once he did, he would gain full control over this palace.

So, with a steady breath, he rose from his throne.

His voice rang through the chamber, deep and commanding.

"You, the darkness that surrounds this castle, the shadow that guards the dark land, and the one who obeys the ruler of calamity."

A massive dark magic circle unfurled beneath him, pulsing with energy. The throne room dimmed as black mist swirled violently, spiraling upward like a storm.

"I order you to bow before me and reveal your true self!"

The room plunged into pitch darkness. The walls, the pillars, even the floor—everything was swallowed by an abyss. And in the heart of that void, a ripple formed.

A puddle.

From its depths, a mirror emerged, as tall as Claude himself. Chains rattled as they snapped, breaking apart, releasing the mirror from its prison.

It floated before him, suspended in the air—until suddenly, it spoke.

[I welcome you, the new ruler of the darkness, Lord of Calamity.]

Keira’s voice.

[I am a construct forged by the Lord before you, created to guide you in restoring this fallen kingdom.]

[And now, as proof of your reign, I bestow upon you the Scepter of Doom and the Sovereign’s Orb.]

From the mist, a staff materialized—black, adorned with crimson eyes that seemed to move on their own.

Alongside it, an orb encrusted with blood-red gems floated toward him.

Claude caught them effortlessly, feeling the immense power thrumming within.

’So this is what Keira meant,’ he thought, a grin creeping onto his lips.

This was a coronation. A King’s official inauguration.

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With these artifacts in his grasp, there was no room left for doubt.

His gaze swept over the court. One by one, they knelt.

Even Luka. The same man who had challenged him moments ago now bowed his head, too afraid to meet Claude’s eyes, the weight of his mistake settling in his bones.

[The Orb will grant you dominion over the mist that protects this land, ensuring the daemons bow before you. And with the Scepter, you shall command the entirety of the Revenant Legion.]

Claude’s grip tightened around the staff, a smirk curling on his lips.

’I see. And today is the perfect occasion to show everyone the extent of my power.’

Raising the Scepter high, his voice rang through the chamber.

"Punish the sinner who dared to question my blood."

The air trembled. The floor beneath them rippled like liquid shadow, and from its depths, three figures emerged—black knights clad in full armor, each towering at 250 cm (8’2).

Their movements were smooth yet eerily silent, their mere presence suffocating.

Before Luka could react, two of them seized him, forcing him to his knees.

"Y-Your Majesty! Please! I never meant to insult your lineage! Have mercy!"

Luka’s voice cracked with desperation, his struggle futile against the knights’ unyielding grip.

The third knight stepped forward, gripping a massive battle-ax. With a single, effortless swing a dull thud echoed through the throne room.

Luka’s head rolled across the cold floor, his eyes still wide with disbelief.

Claude tilted his head, staring at the corpse with mild disappointment.

’Huh. That was too easy. I thought he’d at least put up more of a fight.’

His gaze swept across the court, now frozen in stunned silence.

Claude inhaled deeply before speaking, his voice cutting through the air like a blade.

"All of you! This is what happens to those who dare to mock me and my father!"

His crimson eyes gleamed under the throne room’s dim light.

"I may have been born from a lowly family, but the Lord of Calamity chose me as his successor."

His smirk widened, exuding both amusement and authority.

"So obey my rule and ensure your heads remain intact until the last day of my reign."

The chamber was deathly quiet—until a single voice broke the silence.

"Long live the new Lord of Calamity! May your reign be adorned with blood and glorious war!"

It was like a dam bursting.

The court erupted in a resounding chorus of cheers, their voices reverberating through the halls.

Claude lifted his chin, exuding the regal poise he had seen countless times in anime. His posture was perfect, his expression commanding.

’Well, fake it till you make it, they say.’

Satisfied, he nodded to himself before addressing the court once more.

"With that settled, I shall formally introduce my child, Morion." His hand rested atop her head, pride gleaming in his eyes.

"And in two days, we shall hold a grand banquet to mark the beginning of this new era."

The court responded with another thunderous cheer, the hall filled with blind devotion and bloodlust.

Claude simply smiled.

A king had been crowned.