Demonic Witches Harem: Having Descendants Make Me Overpowered!

Of course, ruling a kingdom wasn't as easy as it sounded. In reality, Claude barely had a moment to see his mother after their night together.

The moment he stepped out of the room, Shawn, Sun, and Morion were already waiting for him.

It was slightly awkward—after all, the evidence of what he had been doing with Dalia was clear on his body, marked by faint scratches and bite marks.

Before he could say anything, Morion ran straight toward him.

"Father!" She hugged him tightly, as if they had been separated for a thousand years.

Claude smiled, ruffling her hair, but his attention soon shifted to the unfamiliar young man standing beside Shawn and Sun.

The man was tall and slim, dressed in a refined butler's suit with a chain holder for his elegant glasses.

His long red hair was tied loosely, cascading past his shoulders, and black horns peeked through the strands.

With a graceful bow, he placed a hand over his chest and lowered his crimson eyes.

"Your Majesty, I am the guardian of this palace and a loyal servant of the Lord of Calamity."

He then knelt before Claude. "My name is William Varnaz. Please accept my loyalty."

Claude raised an eyebrow, noting the faint tremble in the man's hands. 'Is he shaking because of my presence? Is that how terrifying the Lord of Calamity is supposed to be?' He rubbed his chin thoughtfully before speaking.

"Stand up, William." His voice carried the weight of authority.

"I accept your loyalty."

William exhaled in quiet relief before rising to his feet.

Claude didn't waste time. "Now, I assume you're here to deliver some kind of message."

William gave a respectful nod.

"Yes, Your Majesty. Now that you've successfully reached Elysium, the court requests an audience with you."

"Right… I am a king now, aren't I?" Claude murmured. He had almost forgotten.

Attending a court meeting sounded like a pain, but it would be reckless to walk in blind.

"Before that, tell me about them. I should at least know who I'm dealing with."

This would also serve as a chance to gauge William's loyalty. The court may have sworn allegiance to the Lord of Calamity, but that didn't mean they were loyal to him.

As far as they were concerned, he was just some stranger who had appeared out of nowhere to claim the throne.

If he were in their position, he would have his doubts too.

William bowed slightly. "Of course, Your Majesty. I will provide you with all the necessary details."

Claude nodded in approval before turning back toward his chambers. "Good. But first, I need to change into something more fitting."

***

Inside the chamber, three beautiful maids assisted Claude in dressing.

As they carefully fastened the layers of his noble attire—something reminiscent of the grand costumes he had seen in anime.

He look himself in the mirror and realize that his eyes indeed changed color to crimson.

'Now, I do look more like anime protagonist.'

William stood nearby, dutifully listing the court's structure and political divisions.

"The family overseeing the royal knights and army is the Xalvach family, led by Layla Xalvach. Meanwhile, the kingdom's finances are controlled by the Julven family, with Damien Julven at its head," William explained.

"You must tread carefully with these two families. Gaining their loyalty would be in your best interest, as they wield immense power and influence in Elysium."

Claude, however, had little patience for bureaucracy. He had hated it in his previous life, and nothing had changed.

The endless discussions of ministers, councils, and departments droned on, and before long, his attention drifted elsewhere—to the jiggling tits of the maids adjusting his clothing.

'Damn, all of them indeed beautiful and sexy. Are all female daemon like this?'

He smirked, amused. Their interest in his body was obvious, not just from their lingering gazes but from the scent he could pick up.

From childhood until now, he could smell emotions—desire included in women.

Casually, he reached out and gave one of the maids a firm squeeze on her backside. She gasped, her face flushing bright red.

Meanwhile, William remained oblivious, concluding his report.

"…And that covers the final group of Daemons in the court," he finished. "There aren't many of them, just fifteen."

"Your Majesty, I must caution you—some members still harbor doubts about your legitimacy. I urge you to handle them with wisdom, as they have served this kingdom for generations."

Claude turned away from the flustered maid and focused on William. He adjusted the last piece of his attire and approached the butler.

"You don't have to worry," he assured, his voice even. "I understand."

But then, his expression darkened slightly. "At the same time… they need to understand that my patience has limits."

William gave a small nod. "Understood, Your Majesty. Shall we proceed?"

Claude was about to agree when Morion, who had been sitting nearby, suddenly stood.

"Can I come too?" she asked eagerly.

Claude glanced at her before nodding. "Of course. I want to introduce you to them as well."

At that moment, William turned to him with a slightly concerned expression. "Your Majesty… if I may ask, who is this young lady?"

Claude answered without hesitation. "She's Donovan's daughter."

William's eyes widened in surprise. "This lady?"

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully before leaning in slightly, lowering his voice.

"Your Majesty, I must advise against publicly revealing her lineage—at least for now. Your position remains unstable, and many within the court still doubt you."

Then, as if to drive his point home, he added, "After all… you are still Theodore's son and not a direct descendant from the Lord itself."

Claude narrowed his eyes, his gaze flicking toward Morion. William's words made sense.

He despised politics, but as a king—a lord—he no longer had the luxury of ignoring them.

After a brief pause, he made his decision.

"I see…" He looked at Morion before giving a small smirk. "Then, she is my daughter."

***

The grand doors opened as Claude walked in, his jaw held high. His black robe, made from the hide of a legendary beast, dragged behind him, a heavy presence on the polished floor.

Each step echoed through the silent chamber, his boots striking against stone in a steady, unshaken rhythm.

Beside him, Morion glided forward, her gothic dress flowing as she still held her father's hand. William, Sun, and Shawn followed behind, their movements precise, like shadows trailing their master.

The court stilled.

Some bowed, others still full of doubt. But Claude didn't care. His eyes locked onto the throne ahead.

Black as the abyss, adorned with sculpted faces twisted in agony, rage, and despair. The armrests curved like clawed hands, reaching out in eternal torment.

The base was built on two massive onyx-colored bones, and the steps leading to it—human skulls, lined neatly as if grinning in welcome.

'That throne looks straight out of a nightmare,' he mused, smirking. 'Perfect.'

But he didn't sit. Not yet.

Instead, he turned, scanning the court. Most of them were already in their three-star evolution, their horns marking their status.

A handful—only three—had reached the rarer four-star evolution, while the rest hadn't even grown horns yet.

How did he know?

Because their statuses floated before him, a digital-like overlay feeding him every detail. Names, power levels, ranks—everything laid bare like an open book.

'Not bad, Keira,' he thought, rubbing his chin. 'I suck at remembering names, but with this, I won't have to.'

Clearing his throat, he spoke.

"I'm here to grant your audience." His voice carried through the hall, deep and steady.

"I am your new King. The new Lord of Calamity. My name is Claude Vlad Caligo."

"Call my name, praise me, fear me—whatever you wish."

He climbed the steps, turning his back to them as he lowered himself onto the throne.

"But most of all, bow before me as I have returned to reclaim what is rightfully mine—the throne of Elysium."

Morion took her place in his lap, resting against him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

The court erupted into whispers. Some had already knelt, accepting him without question. But not all. A few stood stiff, suspicion lingering in their eyes.

Then, a voice cut through the murmurs. "Rightfully yours?"

The speaker, a man with sharp features and obsidian horns, met Claude's gaze with a cold sneer.

"You aren't the great Caligo's child. You have no right to that throne! You are just Theo's son, from a lowly family!"