Demonic Witches Harem: Having Descendants Make Me Overpowered!

Claude immediately ordered the maids to call every available doctor as he scooped Aubree into his arms and carried her to the bed.

She was already in immense pain, clutching tightly to the bedpost as she fought to regulate her breathing.

He sit on the bedside, holding her trembling hand, but his voice betrayed his panic.

"What are you feeling? Are you dizzy? In pain? Something else?!"

Ironically, it was Claude—the tyrannical King who wipe almost half of the human population—who was unraveling before her eyes.

The baby was arriving earlier than expected. Only a month ahead of schedule, yes, but in a world still woefully underdeveloped in medical knowledge and technology, even a few weeks could spell danger.

If anything went wrong, there were no life-saving drugs or machines to rely on. Only a healing magic thay could heal only psychical wound and not disease.

"Ca-Calm down, Claude," Aubree managed through her clenched teeth.

"I'm… I'm trying to control my breath. I can do this!"

She continued to inhale and exhale in ragged intervals, her face pale and slick with sweat. Each contraction wracked her body like a violent tide, her scream echoing off the walls.

The maids moved swiftly around them—boiling water, fetching cloths, preparing what little equipment they had. Yet it still wasn't fast enough for Claude, whose growing impatience was about to boil over.

"Where are the doctors?! Why are they taking so long to get here?!" he snapped.

"They're on their way, Your Majesty!" one of the maids responded, breathless.

Claude clenched his jaw. If he could, he would have teleported every one of those damned doctors into the room with a snap of his fingers and flung them onto their knees beside Aubree.

Fortunately, just as his frustration reached its peak, the doctors finally arrived. Without wasting time, they assessed the situation and turned to Claude with firm expressions.

"Your Majesty, we must ask you to step outside," one of them said.

Claude opened his mouth to argue, but a sudden squeeze from Aubree's hand silenced him. Her eyes met his, tired yet focused.

"Please… call Aurelia," she whispered. "Just step out and bring her here."

Claude hesitated but then gave a tight nod, his throat dry. He gently released her hand and left the room, the door closing behind him with a thud that felt heavier than it should.

In the hallway, he began pacing back and forth, anxiety prickling beneath his skin. In his hand, he held a small black diamond—a communication crystal. With a flicker of magic, the gem activated.

A moment later, Aurelia's voice came through the crystal.

"Claude?"

"Come back to Elysium immediately," he said. "Your mother is in labor."

"What?! Isn't it supposed to be next month?!" she exclaimed, the sound of something crashing in the background punctuating her panic.

"It's premature," Claude replied, his voice tight. "Just use the teleportation scroll I gave you. Now."

"Alright, I'm coming right away!"

The connection ended as the magic dimmed. Claude took a deep breath, but it did little to calm the storm inside him.

Aurelia would need time—even with the scroll—to reach the Elysium Gate.

Until then, he was left alone in the corridor, heart pounding, thoughts spiraling. And all he could do was wait.

It felt like forever. Time stretched painfully slow as Claude and Aurelia waited, the hours dragging on until night had fully settled over the palace. Even after Aurelia had arrived, Aubree was still in labor.

They eventually moved to Aubree's private library to wait—a quiet sanctuary filled with the scent of old paper and ink, yet tonight it felt unbearably tense.

"Why is it taking so long?! Did something happen? Can't you do anything?!" Aurelia suddenly stood up, pacing in agitation.

Claude, though equally on edge, remained seated with arms crossed. He knew some women labored for twelve hours or more and still came out fine. As long as the doctors didn't bring bad news, there was no reason to panic… at least, not yet.

But before Aurelia could storm through the connecting door again, it opened from the inside. One of the palace doctors stepped out, his face slightly flushed but smiling.

"How is it?! Is my mother alright?!" Aurelia asked at once, rushing toward him.

Claude stood immediately beside her.

The doctor gave a nod, then bowed respectfully. "Congratulations, Your Majesty. It's a girl!"

Relief washed over them both like a tidal wave. Aurelia covered her mouth in disbelief, and Claude exhaled deeply, his hands relaxing at his sides.

They entered the room together, where Aubree lay on the bed, pale and exhausted but glowing with warmth. In her arms, she cradled a tiny newborn—wrapped in soft linens and sleeping soundly.

A familiar notification hovered in Claude's vision, Keira's system message flickering into view:

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[Congratulations on the birth of your second princess, Claude!]

[She is born healthy—and another S-Rank daughter! As expected from your seed and the womb of a witch!]

[Her Unique Bloodline: The Sovereign of Soul]

[Skill Description: From the soul of the living is where her power lies. The more she consumes living souls, the stronger her darkness becomes—able to manifest unimaginable items or creatures from that void.]

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'Hm? This is the first time I've seen something like that…' Claude thought, eyes narrowing slightly.

Most of his children had bloodline abilities that felt straight out of a fantasy novel—nothing too surprising anymore.

But this one… this was new. Unpredictable. He could only guess what her potential might become once he used it.

Still, his attention returned to the most important thing—Aubree and their newborn child.

The baby had thick black hair and crimson eyes, identical to his own. There was no visible trace of Aubree's features, which caused her to sigh dramatically.

"I can't believe I went through eight hours of labor just for her to come out looking exactly like her father…" she muttered, breathless.

Claude chuckled, sitting beside her. "Well, isn't that wonderful? That just means she's truly the princess of Elysium." He reached out and gently poked the baby's tiny nose, watching her squirm and shift in response.

Aurelia stood nearby, arms crossed, eyebrows raised. "I still can't believe I'm getting a baby sister at this age…"

Aubree smiled and extended the infant toward her. "Want to hold her?"

Surprised, Aurelia stepped forward and cradled the baby carefully in her arms. The infant was small and soft, her skin pale like fresh snow, and her ruby-red eyes blinked open momentarily before fluttering shut again.

"She looks… nothing like me," Aurelia said softly. "But she's still my sister."

"What will you name her?" she asked, glancing toward her mother.

Aubree shifted her gaze to Claude and chuckled. "Well, wouldn't it be nice if the king himself granted her a name?"

Claude paused, thoughtful. Naming was never easy. But his love for stars and constellations had always guided him.

After a moment, he looked at them and said, "Carina. That will be her name."

He reached out to stroke her tiny cheek.

"I hope your resemblance to me will bring you strength, luck… and one day, the power to rule this kingdom."

***

Under the warm embrace of Sun's domain, a quiet farewell unfolded. Sun stood with his children gathered near a woman they had come to care.

But they weren't the only ones present.

A young woman with short chestnut hair and matching brown eyes stood beside them—Elle, the wife Claude had chosen for Sun.

Opposite her, wrapped in a thick robe and scarf, stood Claris.

She hadn't taken anything from the simple house she had lived in for two years. Most of the belongings were soaked in memories that made her hesitate—reminders of warmth she wasn't supposed to feel.

She had grown to love the children. And that disturbed her.

"Take care of yourself," Sun said, his voice emotionless as always.

"Once you leave this domain, one of His Majesty's trusted aides will meet you. He'll erase your memories."

He paused. "Everything about yourself—your past, your identity—will vanish. But… you'll be safe within Elysium. Not that you'll remember any of this."

Claris nodded without speaking.

She hadn't said a single word since the day Claude ordered her to remain silent. Not to Sun. Not to the children. Not even to Claude.

But now, just as the moment to leave arrived, she finally broke her silence.

"I resent you," she said softly. Her voice cracked, raw and hollow. "I also resented the children… but I can't help it. I… I came to love them."

She turned toward Onyx, her hand trembling as she cupped his small cheek.

His crimson eyes widened in disbelief. It was the first time he'd heard his mother speak.

"Where you go?" he asked, struggling to articulate through small sobs.

"Somewhere far away," she whispered. "Somewhere you can never reach."

He wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace, tears running down his cheeks. "No… mama…"

Claris hesitated, then returned the hug. Her hands clutched the back of his little coat, her heart trembling in her chest.

"Forget about me, child," she murmured. "I'm not your mother anymore."

Onyx cried louder, unable to fully understand but deeply aware that he was losing something important. Her embrace lingered only a moment longer before she gently pried herself free, stepping back as her resolve wavered.

Just as her hands released him, Elle stepped in, kneeling and pulling Onyx into her arms. Her warmth soothed him instantly.

"I'll take care of them," Elle said, meeting Claris's eyes. "All of them. I promise."

Claris nodded faintly.

The great gate to the outside world opened behind her, golden light spilling through its arch like a sunrise.

Her footsteps were heavy—each one dragging her away from what little she allowed herself to feel. Behind her, Onyx called out her name again and again, voice breaking as it echoed through the domain.

But Claris didn't look back.

Tears streamed silently down her face, hidden beneath the scarf wrapped tightly around her neck. This was her choice. She would forget herself, become someone new. Someone free.

And it give her peace.