Demonic Witches Harem: Having Descendants Make Me Overpowered!-Chapter 85: Twin Jealousy

Llyold cleared his throat, his voice carrying the weight of experience. "It's because, in the first semester of a daemon pregnancy, the baby instinctively hides itself. That way, it can't be detected by some daemons—or even the mother herself!"

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He crossed his arms, nodding in approval. "It's remarkable that His Majesty could sense it so quickly. This means you can now begin following the Xalvach House's customs."

His tone shifted into something more serious, causing Layla's expression to stiffen.

Her ears twitched, and she quickly protested, "F-Father! His Majesty might be mistaken! Shouldn't we confirm it with a doctor first?"

She knew the customs all too well. It wasn't bad… but it was boring as hell.

But Llyold remained firm. "Layla, His Majesty is never wrong. And now I focused on you, I can sense another weaker mana source within you."

His eyes narrowed. "If you postpone this, it could be dangerous for both you and the child."

Lilac, who had been listening quietly, now spoke up with a soft smile. "Father is right, sister. Every child of the Xalvach House is naturally strong. Because of that, the risk of death during childbirth is much higher than in any other house."

Llyold nodded in agreement, his voice brimming with pride. "And with His Majesty's blood mixed in, this child will be unbelievably powerful!"

Layla's ears slowly drooped a visible sign of her being disappointed.

Claude, who had been observing the exchange with amusement, finally spoke up. "What exactly are these customs?"

All eyes turned to him.

Henrich was the one to answer, "It's simple. The mother is confined to one place and must eat the fruit of Vulgaris—a rare fruit that only exists inside the stomach of a Cacodemon named Betaria."

Claude raised an eyebrow. "And what does this fruit do?"

"It prevents the baby from absorbing too much of the mother's mana—because if left unchecked, the child could drain her dry," Henrich explained, his tone more serious than usual.

Claude leaned back, considering the information. "Huh… that doesn't sound bad at all. Nothing strange about it."

For a moment, Claude's gaze held a flicker of amusement. If it were him, he'd be ecstatic. Imagine doing nothing but resting for nine whole months—living like a hikikomori, no stress, no responsibilities.

That sounded amazing.

But Layla only groaned. "It's not about being difficult… It's just boring! I hate staying in one place for too long."

She folded her arms, glaring at the floor. "Not to mention, I don't want my muscles shrinking or my sword skills getting rusty!"

Llyold's expression darkened slightly. "Layla, you're not a knight first anymore. You're about to be a mother—the mother of this kingdom's heir. Rest. Stay still. Let us take care of you."

His voice wavered slightly. He couldn't bear to lose Layla the way he had lost her mother.

Faced with her father's sincerity, Layla exhaled deeply and finally relented.

"Fine," she muttered with a frown. "I'll do as you say."

Satisfied, Llyold nodded.

Then, out of nowhere, Lilac tilted her head, her sweet voice cutting through the tension.

"Your Majesty, what about me? Am I pregnant too?"

Claude blinked before shaking his head. His lips curled into a smirk, full of confidence.

"Not this time, Lilac. But maybe next time. I have a 100% success rate at impregnating women, after all."

Henrich burst into laughter, slamming the table with his fist. "I like your confidence, Your Majesty!"

"But you're not wrong. In daemon society, a man's ability to impregnate his wife is tied to his strength and skill."

The rest of the room chuckled softly, amused by the conversation.

Except for Lilac, who only frowned in disappointment.

After the meeting ended, Lilac remained behind with Claude. He raised an eyebrow at her, intrigued.

"What's with the disappointed look?" he asked.

Lilac pouted slightly before tilting her head. "I was just wondering… is my sister pregnant because she spent more time with you?"

As she spoke, she slowly approached him, her fingers trailing along the table's surface. Once behind him, her hands slid over his shoulders, squeezing gently.

"Tell me, Your Majesty," she whispered against his ear, her lips brushing his skin. "Did you enjoy my sister more than me?"

She bit his earlobe teasingly, sending a pleasant shiver down his spine.

Claude smirked. "Are you jealous?"

But instead of laughing it off like he expected, her expression soured.

"Why would I be?" Lilac crossed her arms. "I've always been better than her at everything."

Still, she hesitated, biting her thumbnail.

Claude stood, taking her hand in his. He gently pried her thumb from her lips and smirked. "Just say you're jealous. It'd be hotter that way."

Lilac groaned before sighing in frustration. "Fine."

"It's just… I'm naturally good at everything. So why does it feel weird seeing her get something before me?"

Unlike Layla, Lilac never took things too seriously—whether it was training, studying, or fighting—yet she always excelled.

She became a mage instead of a swordswoman partially because she knew Layla would always be behind her, drawing constant comparisons.

She hated that.

But now, seeing her sister experience something before her? It made her feel uneasy.

Claude leaned back, completely at ease. "It's just pregnancy. You'll get pregnant sooner or later."

Of course, he was waiting for that moment too—his Bloodline Skill would finally prove useful.

Lilac suddenly grabbed his collar and pulled him close, her voice sultry. "Then have sex with me until I get pregnant."

Claude brushed his fingers against her cheek, his lips curling into an amused smile. "Oh, darling, you know I'd love to… but I have work to do."

He sighed dramatically, genuinely disappointed. What kind of madman would refuse a woman like Lilac—especially when her full, tempting breasts were practically pressed against his chest, demanding to be touched and ravished?

Lilac frowned. "Are you really going to reject me?"

She pressed against his crotch, making him grin.

He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "Oh, you don't want to challenge me." His voice dropped to a husky whisper.

"If I could, I'd take you right onto the battlefield, bend you over a horse, and fuck you in front of everyone."

A violent shudder ran through Lilac's body.

But before she could seize control, Claude gripped her shoulders and suddenly pushed her away.

"Unfortunately, I have other matters to attend to."

And just like that, he teleported away.

Lilac gasped, stunned by his sudden escape. Then, her shock turned into annoyance as she clenched her fists.

"Your Majesty! How dare you!"

Her shout echoed down the halls, startling the birds outside.

But as her irritation settled, a small, knowing smile played on her lips.

Her golden eyes drifted to her still-flat stomach, fingers tracing over it lightly.

"Hmph… How did our pregnancies turn out different when we had sex at the same time?"