Demonic Witches Harem: Having Descendants Make Me Overpowered!

Claude watched Antares scribbling on a piece of paper, tiny fingers moving in uncoordinated circles. It resembled a magic circle—if one squinted hard enough—but it was clearly the work of an unsteady hand.

Still, there was a strange intensity in the boy's focus.

Beside him, Sophia sat with her hands resting on her lap, offering soft encouragement as she watched her son with gentle eyes.

Keira's words echoed in Claude's mind: "Your children hear, learn, and understand everything—even when they're still in the womb."

He wondered... did Antares already grasp what was happening around him? Did he understand his mother's situation? What would he think about it then?

Claude frowned, memories flashing behind his eyes—his first life, this life... both had been marred by bitterness and pain.

That was why he'd made a promise to himself: his children, even if they were destined to one day fight over the throne, would at least have a childhood free of cruelty.

Antares was an S-rank child. Like the other children, his gift—Abyssal Summoning—was terrifying in its potential.

He could summon any dark creature depending on what he sacrificed—be it mana, possessions, or even people.

The higher the sacrifice, the more powerful the summoned entity. Unlike typical summoners the monster they summon restricted by contracts or mana capacity, Antares had no such limit.

He could, theoretically, call forth the strongest being on the continent… if he had enough to offer in return.

It was similar to Vega's necromancy, yet different. Antares's summons weren't bound or retained—they vanished after their purpose was fulfilled as if claimed by the abyss they emerged from.

Claude's gaze flickered to the boy, who was now watching him in silence. Antares didn't move much, unlike Lyra who never sat still, or Vega who was always poking at things with curiosity.

No, Antares was calm, quiet, and observant.

That was what made his presence... Calming and won't destroy his work even when they share the same office.

"Let's talk, just the two of us," Claude said, glancing at Sophia. He gestured toward the maid to take Antares away.

But the moment the maid lifted him, the boy began to cry—loud, broken sobs, his tiny hands flailing as he reached desperately for his mother.

"Oh, Antares…" Sophia murmured, hurriedly pulling him back into her arms. She rocked him gently, trying to soothe him.

Yet even as the child calmed, his teary eyes remained locked on Claude—as if he knew. As if he refused to be left out of the conversation.

Claude sighed. "Alright, you can stay."

The moment he spoke, Antares stopped crying and nuzzled into Sophia's shoulder with a small, triumphant hum.

Claude narrowed his eyes. "You know, it's embarrassing to cry just to get your way," he said, his tone dry.

"I get it—it's tough being a baby who can't speak properly yet. But don't use tears as a weapon."

Antares turned his face away, clearly sulking now.

Sophia blinked in confusion. "Claude… are you seriously talking to a baby? He doesn't understand you."

Claude didn't take his eyes off the boy. "Oh no, Sophia," he said flatly, "that baby knows."

"Anyway, I wanted to tell you that Antares will stay with me during the day, so—"

Before Claude could finish, Sophia cut him off sharply.

"No, Claude!" Her voice cracked with frustration. "I don't understand why everyone treats me like I'm made of glass. Every time I hold my baby, it's like they're terrified I'll shatter!"

Her hands trembled as she clutched Antares tighter, emerald eyes brimming with emotion. "You too… Why can I only hold him when you're around? I'm fine! I won't ever call him my daughter again… or Olivia…"

Her voice broke, and tears spilled down her cheeks. "So please… don't separate me from my baby."

Claude reached out and gently took her hand, his expression softening. "It's temporary, Sophia. You're doing better, but you still need professional care. That's all."

He paused. "If you want, you can bring Antares to my office. Stay with him there."

Sophia shook her head stubbornly. "No. I just want to be with my baby. That's all I want."

Antares, sensing the tension, hugged his mother back with his tiny arms. "Ma! Want Ma!" he mumbled, nestling into her.

Claude exhaled, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Fine… But if you start hallucinating again, I'll have to take him away."

Sophia nodded silently, rocking Antares gently in her arms.

They sat together and talked for a while. Claude's hand occasionally brushed against Sophia's back or fingers, subtle, comforting touches—not only for her sake but to monitor her condition.

He was alert for any sign that her mind might be slipping again.

She really is getting better, he thought with quiet relief.

Meanwhile, Antares was busy scribbling again, tongue poking out slightly in concentration as he drew on the parchment in front of him.

Suddenly, a soft glow emerged from the paper.

Claude's eyes narrowed, instantly sensing the mana flow shifting within the room. He instinctively pulled Sophia behind him. "Stay back," he warned, eyes locked on the boy.

"What the—" His words cut off as the magic fully took shape.

"Antares!" Sophia screamed, heart in her throat as a form began rising from the parchment.

A dark, floating creature hovered in the air. It was round and pitch-black, with two leathery bat wings flapping lazily behind it. Then its single eye opened—a gleaming, unsettling crimson.

But it didn't attack. It simply hovered near Antares, as if summoned to his side like a loyal pet.

The baby clapped his hands joyfully, squealing in delight.

Then he turned toward his stunned parents. Arms crossed, chin lifted, he gave them a smug little look—like he was the best baby in the world and he knew it.

Sophia stared at the creature, her mouth agape. "Did… Did the baby just summon that?"

Claude blinked. "I… believe so."

A slow smirk spread across his lips as pride swelled in his chest. Damn… my baby's going to be terrifying.

Sophia hesitantly clapped, praising Antares with an awkward smile while gently lifting him away from the floating monster.

She was clearly still processing the fact that her one-month-old had just summoned a low-tier cacodemon without help.

Claude, meanwhile, just chuckled to himself, already lost in thought—wondering what kind of terrifying feats his son would accomplish in the years to come.

***

Before heading to Reene's chamber, Claude held a brief meeting with the leader of the Black Eclipse.

Mahira and Llyold stood silently at his side, their presence imposing, while three figures stood across from them—her so-called friends—nervously avoiding his gaze.

Each of them was a powerful cacodemon in their own right. Claude could see that plainly. If they hadn't tried to kidnap and harm his concubines and children, he might've considered recruiting them.

But that bridge had already been burnt to ash. Now, in his eyes, they were nothing but trash.

A large obsidian mirror hovered over the center of the table, pulsing faintly with dark energy. This one was larger than the previous communication tool.

Soon, the surface of the mirror rippled like ink stirred in water, and a black shadow began to take form.

The leader appeared.

Or rather, what they called themselves—The Eminent.

How utterly narcissistic, Claude thought, lips curling in faint amusement. He didn't care if this so-called Eminent was the definition of evil itself.

Power was power, and he'd seen worse things in his lifetime. If they truly were as great as their title suggested, then they'd better prove it.

"Your Majesty, since I know you despise pleasantries, I'll get straight to the point," the Eminent said, their voice still a blurred blend of male and female tones.

"To put it simply, the Promised Land and the Everbright Church are in shambles." They paused only briefly before continuing.

"They've lost nearly half of their Holy Army and people due to the plague. Their so-called 'Order of Everbright' is fractured."

"Many of their faithful have perished, and even within the Promised Land, internal conflict festers."

"Thanks to your assistance, we successfully delivered a shipment of medicine, and in exchange, they paid a significant amount—just as you promised would be ours."

"In addition, we've begun sowing seeds of doubt in their beliefs, subtly shifting their views against witches."

"We still can't measure how deep the influence runs—it will take time—but I hope this report is to your satisfaction."

Claude smirked, pleased. Just as he predicted, the Church was crippled. With the people's faith shaken, their political influence would collapse soon after.

According to his own intelligence, many political figures, nobles, and even royals despised the Church already.

This was the perfect time to elevate the standing of the noble houses and the royal lineage, pushing the Church further into the margins.

It also meant something else—without the people's and nobles' support, using the teleportation gates to send their army into Elysium would become significantly harder.

"That's enough. Your work satisfies me," Claude said.

"Good," the Eminent replied with a nod. "Then I have a small request in return. I'd like Gold to remain in your domain as a liaison between us."

"Eh? But, Boss!" Mahira protested, clearly taken aback. Her voice cracked with emotion. "I want to go home."

"Listen to me, Gold. You don't have a place called home anymore," the Eminent said, voice turning icy. "Your homeland is already gone."

Mahira's fists trembled at her sides. Slowly, she lowered her head and nodded, swallowing the sting of truth. She truly had nothing to return to.

Claude tapped the table lightly, glancing between Mahira and the dark figure in the mirror. Then he gave a single nod.

"Very well.'

His smirk returned, sharper than before. "Now, I want your people embedded within the Church. And one more thing—give me the profiles on the Seven."

The Eminent chuckled, a dry, amused sound. "Assigning more tasks already? You really are impatient, Your Majesty."

"Impatient?" Claude leaned back in his chair, gaze glinting with ambition. "No. I just prefer to finish what I start as efficiently as possible."