Demonic Witches Harem: Having Descendants Make Me Overpowered!-Chapter 46: A New Harem Member

Claude stepped through the mirror, returning to his palace.

Near the throne, Morion stood with her arms crossed, a curious gleam in her eyes.

In front of her, Sophia cradled Olivia’s limp body, her hands trembling as she held her barely breathing daughter.

As Claude approached, Morion tilted her head and chuckled.

"That worm is still alive after being burned by your inferno, Father," she mused, gesturing toward Olivia.

"Her holy power must have worked overtime to keep her from dying. It’s my first time seeing a human with such a strong will to live."

Claude glanced at Olivia. Her once-silky red hair was completely scorched away, her clothing was reduced to ashes.

Her skin was red as if it was melted, still smoked faintly. She looked more corpse than a human, yet somehow, she clung to life.

Sophia, too afraid to touch Olivia’s face, trembled as she looked up at Claude.

"Please, save her!" she begged, her voice raw with desperation. "You have immense power! You can heal her!"

Claude shook his head.

"It’s a shame," he said flatly. "But your daughter has a light affinity. My dark power can’t heal anyone outside of those with a dark affinity."

Sophia’s breath hitched. Her eyes widened, either at the realization that Claude was truly a monster or at the horrifying truth that Olivia could not be saved.

But she refused to give up.

With desperation twisting her features, she crawled forward and clutched at his feet.

"Please… do anything to save her… If she dies, you can bring her back to life, right?"

Claude glanced down at her, unconcerned.

"Well, yeah," he admitted with a shrug. "But only if she’s been dead for a year or more."

His knowledge of magic and the power gifted to him by Donovan was vast, but his abilities still had limitations.

Some spells required a higher evolutionary level to use, and at the moment, he was still stuck at three stars.

’I need to find a way to level up faster,’ he thought. ’It’d be disgraceful if my subordinates surpassed me.’

"But," he continued, smirking, "I will give you and your daughter a place to live from now on. And even provide her with a doctor."

Sophia’s eyes lit up with hope.

"Thank you! Thank you so much!" she cried.

Claude leaned down, tilting her chin up with a single finger.

"But in return," he murmured, amusement dancing in his eyes, "you will bear my child, Sophia. You’ll be part of my harem… and you must promise not to kill yourself if your daughter dies."

His smirk widened as his mind wandered to the thought of that beautiful body straddling him.

Sophia barely hesitated.

There was no other choice. If it meant Olivia had a chance to survive, she would endure anything.

She nodded vigorously, her grip on his leg tightening.

"I’ll do it," she whispered. "Whatever it takes."

Claude’s lips curled into a slow, satisfied smile. He knew he could force Sophia—her consent was irrelevant.

But watching someone with a strong will crumble, bowing before him and surrendering everything, was far more enjoyable.

Just then, the doors swung open, and William stepped inside. His gaze briefly flickered to the mother and daughter before settling on Claude.

"Your Majesty, the banquet preparations are in progress. If you have any special requests, you may inform me now."

"Ah, right." Claude rubbed his chin thoughtfully before glancing at Morion. "Do you have any favorite foods or desserts?"

Morion tilted her head, her expression blank. "Food? Dessert?" she echoed.

"I’ve never had them before. I lived in Malgrave Mountain all my life, so I suppose anything is fine?"

Claude frowned slightly. "Then how did you eat all this time? And what did you do when you were all alone?"

Morion shrugged. "I never ate human food. If I was hungry, I hunted and ate monsters. And in my free time, I usually observed humans… or sometimes lured them to their doom." She smiled innocently as if recounting childhood games.

Claude let out a chuckle, rubbing her head. "Good girl."

Morion beamed under his touch, her tail swaying slightly.

Then, turning back to William, Claude commanded, "Prepare as much food and sweets as possible. I also plan to open the palace gates and let my people enjoy the banquet."

William nodded. "As expected of you, Your Majesty. Truly an honorable and generous leader."

Claude chuckled. "You sure know how to flatter your boss."

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Then, shifting his gaze to Sophia, who still clung to Olivia’s frail body, he waved a hand dismissively.

"Give this woman a room to stay in and find a capable doctor for her daughter."

William’s expression didn’t change, but his silence spoke volumes.

"Don’t worry," Claude said, amused by his unspoken doubt.

"Her name is Sophia. She will be part of my harem. As for her daughter… place her somewhere secluded so no one finds out."

"I see. I will follow your orders, Your Majesty," William responded, bowing slightly.

"Since Lady Sophia is your concubine, I will ensure she is treated according to her position."

Claude nodded in satisfaction. "Good. Also, I’ll be leaving with Morion for a while. You just focus on your job."

"As you wish, Your Majesty."

With that, William turned, leading Sophia and Olivia away, leaving Claude and Morion alone in the vast throne room.

"So, what are we going to do now, Father?"

Morion’s crimson eyes lit up with curiosity as she stared at him, her tail swaying in excitement.

Claude smirked, lifting a hand slightly. A swirling portal of dark mist formed before them.

"Something good for a human."

Morion blinked, her excitement faltering. "Something good… for a human? Why would you do that?"

Claude chuckled, stepping toward the portal. "Morion, balance is important in this world. I’ve done many cruel things today, so I just feel like balancing it out with something good."

Morion frowned, her brows knitting in confusion. She didn’t understand. Kindness? Toward humans?

To her, such a thing was unnecessary. Daemons were born to hate humans just as humans were raised to despise daemons.

That cruel, twisted cycle was in their blood, an undeniable part of their nature.

But her father knew everything. If he said it was necessary, then perhaps there was a reason beyond her understanding.

So, without further questioning, she simply nodded and followed him into the portal—toward the Sun’s domain.