Demonic Witches Harem: Having Descendants Make Me Overpowered!-Chapter 47: I Always Keep My Promise

Inside Sun’s domain, the scenery before them was unexpectedly simple—a cozy cottage standing amid the endless golden light and vast grass.

The sight made Claude pause for a moment, his gaze softening as a hint of nostalgia washed over him.

"Hmph… I shouldn’t have destroyed all the houses in that town," he murmured to himself.

Morion tilted her head. "Why is that, Father?"

Claude exhaled lightly, stepping toward the cottage. "That town was where I grew up. This house… it’s a miniature replica of it."

As he pushed open the door, the warm, comforting scent of corn soup filled the air.

Inside, Claris stood by the stove, holding a steaming pot, while Onyx sat quietly on a chair.

Meanwhile, the other twin—the one in its monstrous form—was sprawled on the floor like a loyal hound.

The moment Claris’s gaze landed on Claude, her face drained of color. Her hands trembled, and the pot slipped from her grasp.

But before it could crash to the floor, it stopped midair, gently floating before settling onto the center of the table.

"Careful. You wouldn’t want to waste good food, now, would you?"

Claude remarked, lowering his hand. It was his magic that had caught it.

Claris didn’t respond. She simply stood there, frozen in terror.

Claude smirked, stepping forward. "Isn’t this nice? Playing house, are we?"

He took a seat beside Onyx, and Morion followed, sitting across from him.

Morion’s crimson eyes locked onto Onyx with deep curiosity. "What is that thing?" she asked, never looking away.

"He looks like a cacodemon, but… he isn’t."

Claude chuckled, ruffling the boy’s hair, much to Onyx’s displeasure.

"Ah, he’s my masterpiece."

Morion hummed. "You mean, that woman is his mother… and his father is—"

Before Claude could finish, a dark purple flash appeared beside him, and Sun materialized, his breath slightly uneven as if he had rushed over.

"My L—no, Your Majesty," Sun corrected himself hastily. "You should have informed me if you intended to visit my child."

Claude smirked. "This is his father," he finally finished.

Morion clapped her hands. "Cool. So daemon can breed with holy people too, huh?"

"Something like that," Claude said dismissively before turning his gaze to Sun. "Take a seat. There’s something I want to ask you."

Sun hesitated before nodding. "As you wish, Your Majesty. I will answer anything." However, he remained standing.

Claude leaned back. "Can this child survive on his own now?" He gestured lazily at Onyx.

Sun glanced at his son before answering honestly, "I believe so. I can take care of him."

Claude nodded. "Good." His gaze shifted to Claris.

"Then, since you’re of no further use, I’ll give you a choice—leave. I’ll erase all your memories and send you back to the Church."

Claris’s eyes widened in shock. A spark of hope flickered in them. Even Sun seemed momentarily taken aback, not expecting Claude to let her go so easily.

"Your Majesty, are you certain?" Sun asked, hesitating as he glanced between Claris and their child.

"That boy… he is different, he breastfeeds and is slow in growth. He might still need his mother." his words contradicting himself, making Claude shake his head.

Claude didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he retrieved a small glass bottle filled with colorful candies from his robe.

He popped one into Onyx’s hand, watching as the boy happily munched on it.

"Sun, didn’t you once tell me that Chaos Hounds don’t usually grow with their mothers?"

Claude asked. Then, his lips curled into an amused smirk. "Tell me, Sun. Do you like that woman?"

Sun stiffened. "No! I would never!"

Claude chuckled. "It’s fine if you do. I don’t care about such things, as long as it doesn’t interfere with your duties."

His voice remained relaxed, but his gaze sharpened slightly. "Still, the decision is hers. I always keep my promises."

This was precisely why he had brought Morion along—to show her that he wasn’t just cruel.

He wanted her to see that he could be trusted, even when dealing with his enemies.

Claris stood there, silent, her hands clasped tightly as sweat dripped down her temple. She wanted to run. To be free. But when she looked at Onyx… she wavered.

"I—" Claris started, but before she could continue, Onyx suddenly reached out to her.

"M-Mom!" His words were still clumsy, but clear. "Up! Up!"

Claris’s hands trembled. Her stomach twisted in disgust. She had never been able to fully accept this child—especially not his monstrous twin, who prowled on all fours like a beast.

Every day she fed them, the memory of that abomination emerging from her body haunted her.

Claude watched her reaction closely. Then, with a smirk, he stood up. "Think carefully," he said, turning toward the portal. "I need to go."

Without waiting for her decision, he left Sun’s domain, Morion following behind him. As they stepped back into the palace, Claude’s mind drifted.

’Thinking about mothers… I miss my own. I should visit her today.’ A rare, genuine smile crossed his lips.

Morion suddenly tugged at his sleeve. "Father, will you really let that woman go?"

Claude nodded. "Yes. I keep my promises. So, Morion, you don’t need to be afraid of making a promise with me."

Morion beamed and suddenly hugged him tightly. "I love you the most!"

Claude chuckled, ruffling her hair. "Good girl."

***

Dalia had been placed in Haven Palace, a lavish residence meant for Donovan’s harem.

However, Donovan rarely used it—he was never one for indulging in such pleasures.

’What a boring man,’ Claude mused, stepping toward the entrance. ’Who in their right mind wouldn’t enjoy collecting a harem?’

Earlier, he had sent Morion away, fulfilling his promise to give her a new sibling. She had left eagerly, excitement dancing in her eyes.

It amused him how easy it was to keep her entertained.

Now, as he reached the door, a small smile tugged at his lips. Her mother was right in front of the door.

’Was she trying to go somewhere?’

The moment he stepped in, he was greeted by the sight of maids restraining Dalia. She was struggling, clearly intent on escaping.

The instant she saw him, her eyes widened.

"Claude! You’re finally here!"

Claude’s smile was gentle, almost disarming, as he gestured for the maids to leave. They obeyed without hesitation, retreating from the room.

As the door clicked shut behind him, he slid forward, closing the space between them. Dalia instinctively stepped back, the sudden proximity making her breath hitch.

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"Were you looking for me?" His voice was low, teasing.

Dalia swallowed hard and nodded, her gaze flickering away. She hadn’t realized how much Claude had changed—how much larger, more imposing he had become.

Then, memories of their last night together surfaced, and a deep blush spread across her cheeks.

Claude’s smirk widened. He could tell. The way she hesitated, the way her scent shifted—she was aroused.

Leaning in, he placed a firm hand on her shoulder, drawing her closer.

His breath brushed against her ear as he whispered, "Did you miss me?"

A shudder ran through her.

Dalia’s lips parted, but no words came out. Her body betrayed her, responding to his touch before she could think.

Claude’s lips grazed her neck, pressing soft, deliberate kisses along her skin.

"Hngg… Claude…" she whimpered, her thoughts melting away as a deep haze settled over her.

Without realizing it, she was already reaching for him, craving more.