Demonic Witches Harem: Having Descendants Make Me Overpowered!-Chapter 53: Layla and Lilac Xalvach

Layla and Lilac Xalvach. The twin prodigies of the Xalvach House—one of the most powerful and influential families in all of Elysium.

They weren’t just daughters of nobility; they were the pride of their bloodline. Naturally talented, monstrously strong, and feared by even their male relatives.

Layla, with her unmatched swordsmanship, and Lilac, with her overwhelming magical prowess, formed an unbeatable duo that had solidified their place as a powerhouse in daemon society.

So when they stepped forward at the banquet—empty-handed—the whispers spread like wildfire.

Had the Xalvach twins refused to align with the King? Were they openly disrespecting him by not bringing a gift?

But they had no idea how wrong they were.

Layla was the first to speak, her voice smooth and unwavering.

"Greetings from the Xalvach House, Your Majesty. I am Layla, Head of the Dark Elysium Army and your devoted subject."

She curtsied with practiced grace, her long dark blue hair cascading down her back as her navy eyes locked onto Claude’s.

Her royal blue dress clung to her body in all the right ways, the deep neckline drawing attention to her full sexy breasts—something Claude immediately noted.

"And I am her younger sister, Lilac Xalvach. It is an honor to meet you, Your Majesty."

Lilac, who has dark purple hair and amethyst eyes followed suit, curtsying just as elegantly—but unlike her sister, she had chosen to wear something far bolder.

Her slit-bottom dress, revealing smooth, toned legs, was a rare sight in this era. A deliberate choice. A silent challenge.

Claude leaned back on his throne, gaze flicking between them. "I see… both of you skipped my first court meeting. And from the looks of it, you didn’t bring me a gift either."

His tone was casual, but the weight of his words pressed against the hall, making even the nobility hesitate to breathe too loudly.

"But I assume you wouldn’t come before me empty-handed without reason. So speak."

Layla’s lips curled into a soft, knowing smile. "We apologize if our actions seemed disrespectful, Your Majesty, but we have prepared a gift for you."

Claude raised a brow. "Oh? And what would that be?"

Lilac took a step closer, her voice clear and unwavering. "The gift is us, Your Majesty. Please allow us to become your wives and bear your children."

The entire hall fell into stunned silence.

And then, the whispers erupted—low, frantic murmurs as everyone processed what had just been said.

Claude, for once, was caught off guard, staring at them as if he hadn’t heard correctly.

The most talented women in the kingdom, the twin jewels of House Xalvach, had just declared—boldly, without hesitation—that they wished to become his wives.

It was outrageous.

And yet… undeniably intriguing.

’This… Isn’t this great?’ his lips curled into a smirk.

Claude leaned forward, resting his chin against his knuckles as he regarded the twins with amusement.

"And why, exactly, are you interested in that position?"

Layla and Lilac exchanged a glance. Their minds drifted back to that day—the day their father returned from court with a grim expression and summoned them to his office.

Lloyd Xalvach, a man known for his unwavering composure, had sighed heavily as he leaned against his desk.

"Layla, Lilac… our new king is both cold-blooded and short-tempered. For now, I advise you both to tread carefully and not do anything reckless."

Layla frowned. "I know his legitimacy is still in question, but you believe he’s the Lord’s descendant?"

Lloyd nodded. "Without a doubt."

Lilac, who had been lazily twirling a strand of her dark purple hair, perked up at something else.

"Why do you call him cold-blooded and irritable?"

Their father exhaled, rubbing his temples as if the mere memory exhausted him. "He executed someone from the Irgenil House without hesitation."

"Then, as punishment for our skepticism, he placed a curse on everyone—making us wander the palace until dawn with no way out."

Lilac’s eyes sparkled. "What?! That’s so cool!" She clapped her hands together, grinning. "I want him to be my husband!"

Lloyd blinked. Layla pinched the bridge of her nose.

Lilac, who had spent her entire life trapped in the suffocating cage of the Honorable Houses, had just found the one man in the kingdom who could crush that very system beneath his heel without a second thought.

That alone made him worth her devotion.

Layla, ever the rational one, crossed her arms. "Don’t decide so quickly, Sister. His position is still unstable. There could be a rebellion, and he might be killed."

Lilac smirked. "Nah, he won’t. Want to bet?"

Layla glanced at her, then extended her hand. "Fine. We’ll see."

And so, the bet was made.

But their strange fascination with Claude didn’t stop there.

Yesterday, as Layla was preparing to report to William, the Grand Advisor, she overheard a commotion coming from his office. The walls barely muffled the frantic shouts within.

"Your Majesty! What do you mean you massacred your childhood town and expect us to cover it up?! The entire place has been burned to the ground!"

William’s voice cracked under pressure, something Layla had never heard before.

"Why would you do that?! Do you realize we aren’t prepared for war yet?!"

Layla paused outside the door, lips curling into a slow smile.

Not because William was losing his composure.

No.

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Because the king—their king—had been crowned yesterday, and he had already wiped a town off the map.

Her fingers twitched at the thought. "If this is how he starts, just what kind of monstrous things will he do in the future?"

And just like that, their weird obsession was born.

Layla stepped forward, her sharp eyes sweeping across the hall as she raised her voice.

"Your Majesty, our race was born from cruelty, shaped by blood and conquest. And yet, look at us now."

"For centuries, we have grown weak, soft-hearted, clinging to a false sense of nobility."

"It has been three hundred years since the death of the Lord of Calamity, and what have we done? Nothing."

"We act like humans—pretending that titles and status make us superior when, in truth, strength is the only thing that matters."

Gasps rippled through the crowd, some in agreement, others in defiance.

Lilac took a step forward, her voice laced with conviction. "That is why we need a true leader. A king who will crush the Church of Everbright and strip every last human of their so-called freedom—turning them into nothing more than slaves beneath our feet!"

The hall fell into a tense silence, but the twins weren’t finished.

Their voices rang in unison. "We believe you are the one destined to achieve our true purpose. To take this world and make it ours!"

Layla placed a hand over her chest. "That is why we offer you everything, Your Majesty—our loyalty, our bodies, and our very lives."

The sheer boldness of their words almost made Claude laugh—not in disbelief, but in amusement.

Because, in truth, they had spoken exactly what was in his heart.

He rose from his throne, a smirk curling on his lips. "You are right, Layla and Lilac. That is exactly why I became king."

He raised his hand. "And I will gladly accept you as part of my harem—for your ambition and your intelligence."

His gaze swept across the gathered daemons. "And to all my subjects—this is my vow to you! I, Claude Vlad Calego, will turn this world upside down! I will drag Elysium to its true glory!"

For a moment, the room was silent.

Then—cheers erupted.

The daemons roared his name, their voices rising in fevered devotion. Even those who disagreed dared not speak against the tide of fervor.

Tonight, the banquet would not end until dawn.