Demonic Witches Harem: Having Descendants Make Me Overpowered!

Today was the day—Lilac would finally be crowned as Queen.

Claude and Llyold had insisted on waiting at least a month after childbirth before holding the ceremony, but Lilac, ever stubborn and strong, insisted she was ready just a week after delivering their child. And so, he relented.

Their newborn daughter was named Aquila, after the constellation near the celestial equator. It was a name befitting the child of a queen—regal, celestial, eternal.

Like all of Claude's children, Aquila carried a unique bloodline. Hers was called Eternal Beauty.

Immortality ran in her veins. Her body could regenerate from any wound, and even more, she could heal others with just a touch. But that wasn't what made her terrifying.

Her charm was an absolute weapon.

It wasn't just beauty—it was seduction, devotion, madness, and worship all wrapped into one. Kings, daemons, mages, common folk, even priests—none were immune.

With just a glance, with just her voice, she could enslave hearts and bend wills. If Aquila claimed that one plus one equaled three, people would believe it without question.

If she smiled sweetly and asked them to die, they'd fall on their swords without hesitation.

At first, Claude panicked. A power like that wasn't a blessing—it was a curse. Was his daughter fated to hide her face forever? Mute her voice and live in silence, never knowing love, friendship, or even a normal life?

But thankfully, Eternal Beauty was an active skill.

She could choose when to activate it. She could choose when to speak with power and when to simply speak. She could turn her beauty into a blade, or she could sheath it with a thought.

Though, most of them not immunue to it, the limit lied to the difference of power. If her opponent stronger by her about one higher evolution then her skill wont have much effect.

Claude felt a weight lift from his chest when he confirmed that. His daughter could live freely, and she would has change to be like any normal girl.

Still, she was already showing signs of her frightening allure. Even as a baby, her giggles could make hardened men weep, and when she opened her crimson eyes, it felt like the world stopped breathing.

And now, her mother was to be crowned—Queen Lilac of Elysium.

A momentous day for the kingdom, and a family whose blood now ran deeper than any throne.

Lilac knelt before Claude, her gown as dark as the night sky—an elegant black embroidered with golden threads and adorned with gleaming accessories that mirrored the King's own regalia.

Her ceremonial robe flowed around her, heavy with grace and grandeur. It had taken dozens of seamstresses to sew the diamonds onto the fabric by hand, each stitch a testament to her status and the importance of this moment.

In her hands, she held the orb and sceptre—symbols of power, loyalty, and sacrifice—as she lowered her head solemnly after reciting the sacred vow of queenship.

"With this," Claude's voice rang across the great hall, deep and unwavering, "I crown you Queen, my lifelong partner, and the Mother of this Nation—Layla Calego."

The hall erupted in awe and applause. Nobles and council members rose to their feet, witnessing history unfold.

Among them stood Llyold, tears streaking down his weathered cheeks as he clutched baby Vega in his arms.

While Claude's concubines and all the princes and princesses of Elysium stood behind him as a royal tableau—united, proud, and watchful.

"I accept this honor with all my heart and soul, Your Majesty," Lilac replied softly, her voice clear yet full of reverence.

Claude lifted the obsidian crown studded with black diamonds and placed it gently on her head. The gemstones glimmered as the hall's chandeliers caught the light, casting dancing reflections across the floor like stars born from shadow.

Lilac rose to her feet with grace, turning to face the court.

A wave of thunderous applause filled the chamber as black flower petals rained down from the ceiling like a slow, elegant storm.

They drifted onto her robe, onto the marbled floor, onto the faces of nobles beaming with joy and pride.

And in that moment, Lilac—Queen Lilac Calego—stood not just as Claude's beloved, but as the very symbol of Elysium's future.

After the coronation, Claude and Lilac boarded an open carriage adorned with dark velvet and golden accents. It rolled slowly through the snow-covered streets of Elysium, flanked by jubilant crowds on either side.

They sat side by side, hands gently intertwined, waving to the cheering commonfolk whose smiles stretched wide with joy.

Children clung to their parents' arms, tossing petals into the air. The snowflakes and flowers mingled as they danced down from the sky—soft, fleeting moments of warmth against the eternal winter.

Flowers in Elysium were rare, nearly sacred. Cultivated in greenhouse sanctuaries with utmost care, they were not just symbols of celebration but of hope and reverence.

Today, they rained upon the new Queen like blessings from the heavens themselves.

As the carriage turned a corner, Claude's gaze caught a figure cloaked in black, hidden among the crowd. Her hands extended forward, offering a single bloom—an exquisite purple heliotrope, trembling in her gloved grasp.

He reached for it, and their eyes met.

It was Emmalise.

The Queen of Cortinvar stood quietly, a knowing smile gracing her lips as she blended seamlessly among the commonfolk. No guards, no retinue—only her, in silence, bearing a flower that spoke more than words ever could.

Claude smiled back, a rare softness flickering in his eyes as he brought the heliotrope to his nose, inhaling its gentle scent.

"What a surprise gift," he murmured, half to himself.

"Hm? What is it, Claude? Where did that flower come from?" Lilac turned to him, her crimson eyes wide with curiosity.

Claude's lips curved into a secretive grin. "Oh, you'll know it soon enough."

She pouted slightly, but didn't press further, turning back to wave again at the sea of people.

Their procession continued, the cold biting less with each cheer, each bloom tossed toward their carriage. Elysium celebrated not just a queen—but the future.

And in the crowd, unnoticed by most, Emmalise watched silently. The heliotrope, long known to mean devotion and eternal love, had found its way into the King's hands—and perhaps into something more.

***

"Hmph! I can't believe you, Claude! After the coronation, I was expecting a romantic, sexy night with just the two of us—and now you're telling me we're meeting your other woman instead?!"

Lilac's voice echoed sharply down the marble hallway as she walked beside him.

The palace was quiet and dim by the time they returned.

After changing into more comfortable clothes—Lilac in a soft velvet robe, Claude in a simple tunic—he had suddenly asked her to follow him. She did, reluctantly.

"You know we can't have sex right now," Claude said flatly, stopping in front of the grand wooden door. "Your father was very clear about that."

Lilac scoffed, placing her hands on her hips. "Really? You? Listening to my father? Since when does the great Claude Calego take orders from anyone?"

"Since you were carrying my child," he replied with a sigh, giving her a look. "And now that you've just given birth, I'm not about to take any risks."

Before she could argue again, he opened the door.

Inside, the air was warm with the rich scent of smoked beef and spiced wine. A small fire crackled in the hearth.

Emmalise was already there, seated gracefully, still in her elegant black robe. As she noticed the pair enter, she rose with poise, placing her wine glass down gently.

"We finally meet, Queen Lilac," Emmalise said, offering a refined smile. "Congratulations on your coronation."

Lilac's brows rose slightly. For all her dramatics earlier, she responded coolly, "Thank you for your kind words, Queen Emmalise. But let's drop the formalities, shall we? I'm too tired for politics."

Claude exhaled a small breath of relief at her tone.

Emmalise gave a graceful nod. "As you wish. I was hoping for a more… relaxed evening myself."

The three of them took their seats on the plush velvet sofa. A maid quietly entered with another tray of appetizers and fresh glasses, bowed, and left as silently as she came.

Lilac gave Claude a pointed glance. "This better not be one of your grand schemes."

Claude chuckled and poured her a glass of wine. "No schemes. Just conversation. I thought it was time for my two favorite queens to talk."

"And since I will also become a king in Cortinvar, its better if you know each other first for our future collaboration."

Lilac took the glass from him, still eyeing him suspiciously. "Mm-hmm. We'll see."

Emmalise sipped her wine, her eyes watching Lilac with an unreadable glint. "I must say, it's fascinating to see the woman who tamed Claude. Not many can say that."

Lilac smirked. "Tamed? Please. I just let him think he's in control."

Claude coughed into his drink.

And just like that, the tension in the room softened—three rulers, two women, and one unpredictable man, settling into what promised to be a long, interesting night.