Demonic Witches Harem: Having Descendants Make Me Overpowered! Chapter 118: Mother's Sacrifice

Rene fell to the ground as she began to cry. "Y-Your Majesty… please, not that."

Her body trembled, and Iris started crying too, as if sensing her mother's desperation and humiliation.

Seeing the scene, Claude stood and walked toward Iris, gently lifting the child into his arms and bouncing her softly to calm her down.

Rene watched in horror, terrified of what he might do. She didn't know his true intentions, but one thing was clear—he was cruel, dangerous, and unpredictable.

"P-please don't do anything to my baby… and don't humiliate any more than this… I can't take it anymore."

She knelt to the ground, all pride stripped away. But the idea of having sex in front of her husband—that was too cruel. Too unbearable.

She loved Enzo. In her eyes, he was a good man—a kind, cheerful soul who took care of her and her daughter.

She had already betrayed him. She didn't want to twist the knife any deeper.

But just then, she heard sothing she hadn't expected—Iris's laugh. She looked up, stunned, to see her daughter giggling for the first ti, happily nibbling on a small candy Claude had given her.

"What? Did you think I'd hurt a child?" Claude smirked, his tone sharp. "I'm not Enzo, Rene."

His eyes darkened as his voice dropped. "You may not know it, but that man you love tried to kill . Not once, but three tis. Twice when I was still a child."

Claude still held a bitter grudge—not just because of the attempts on his life, but because of the pain his mother endured each ti she saw him suffer.

"He's not as good as you believe… and I'm not as bad as you think."

Rene paled as his words sank in, and she quickly bowed her head in apology. "I-I'm sorry, Your Majesty! I didn't an— I just—" Her voice faltered, unable to find the words.

"I won't make you have sex in front of your husband," Claude said with a slow smirk, "but you'll still have to do it 'in front of him'."

Rene blinked, confused. "What do you an, Your Majesty?"

"You'll find out later," he replied. "So—what's your answer?"

She looked at Iris, who continued to eat the candy with innocent joy. Probably her first food of the day.

Closing her eyes, Rene swallowed hard.

'I'm sorry, Enzo. I really am. But I don't have a choice. Seeing our daughter smile like that… I can't keep dragging her into this miserable life.'

Rene slowly nodded

***

Rene sat quietly as a maid dressed her after a warm bath. The spacious room was filled with the soft scent of roses and vanilla, while the maid gently brushed her long hair with practiced care.

The maids weren't cold or judgntal. They didn't sneer or whisper behind her back. They were kind—too kind.

That kind of politeness felt more like a knife wrapped in silk.

Nearby, Iris slept peacefully in a cushioned cradle.

After a full al and a bath, she looked far healthier and happier than she had in weeks.

Their lives had undoubtedly improved.

But Rene felt hollow and empty. As though she were only a shadow of herself, moving through motions she no longer understood.

Today, she was to et Aubree—the woman Claude trusted to remove the "Bond of Heart," the cursed chain that suppressed her mana.

Today was also the day Claude's harem would gather in the garden for a social gathering. A tea party, of sorts. Rene didn't know what to expect.

Would they welco her? Condemn her? She couldn't be sure. But one thing she knew for certain—she no longer had the energy to care.

Once she stepped into the garden, she found a small gathering of won under the shade of a flowering tree.

Three witches were laughing together, while two others nodded along with polite smiles.

Aubree was the first to spot her.

"Oh my, Rene! So it really is you!" she said with a teasing grin. "I thought Claude was exaggerating."

"Yes… His Majesty brought and my daughter here," Rene replied softly.

"I see! He did the sa with and my daughter." Aubree chuckled. "Seems like our dear king has a soft spot for widows."

"Oh, you're right!" Sophia chid in with a mischievous laugh. "He even called his dream MILF once!"

Lilac tilted her head thoughtfully. "Ah, so that's why he keeps visiting Dalia all the ti?"

"Th-that's not it!" Dalia stamred, flailing her hands defensively.

Laughter followed, light and teasing, as the group continued chatting.

Then Aubree suddenly straightened. "Oh, right—the spell! We need to remove it."

She extended her hand toward Rene. "This might feel a little uncomfortable. Just hang in there."

All Aubree did was press her hand lightly against Rene's chest. But the sensation that followed was unlike anything she had felt before.

It was as if her heart had been pierced, mana surging like an electric current through her veins. Her legs gave out from the shock, and she collapsed to the ground.

The others rushed toward her, voices filled with panic.

But just monts later, Rene inhaled sharply and stood up, steady on her feet again. "I'm fine… Thank you, Aubree. It was just… a strange sensation."

"Told you it'd feel weird," Aubree said with a wink.

"But I'm glad you're alright. Now—let introduce you to everyone… aside from Sophia, of course, since you already know her."

After the small garden party, Rene returned to her room. It was warm with the quiet hum of afternoon light filtering through the drapes.

Inside, she found a maid holding Iris gently in her arms. Upon seeing Rene, the maid offered a respectful nod and carefully handed the child over before quietly excusing herself, leaving the two alone.

Rene cradled Iris close and sat down on the edge of the bed, brushing a strand of hair from her daughter's face as she smiled softly.

"Do you like this room?" she asked in a tender voice.

"The food? The dress? Are you comfortable, my lovely child?"

Iris giggled in response, her small arms flailing excitedly. "Mommy!"

That one word—so simple, so sweet—made Rene's chest tighten. Iris was almost two years old now, yet she could barely form full sentences.

Her developnt had been stunted, no doubt from all the trauma and hunger they had endured.

Rene's smile trembled. She pulled her daughter into a tight embrace, tears spilling silently down her cheeks.

"Mommy is so sorry," she whispered, voice cracking. "Sorry for not giving you the life you deserve."

She held Iris tighter, as if trying to protect her from every cruel mory that lingered in the past.

"But it's alright now… Your life will be better. You'll have a full belly, clean clothes, and soft blankets to sleep in."

She pulled back slightly, cupping her daughter's tiny cheeks, her teary smile filled with both sorrow and determination.

"You'll live like a princess, my sweet Iris. Even if I have to give up everything for it... even if I have to sacrifice all of myself."

She kissed Iris on the forehead, her voice softening into a gentle plea.

"So grow up healthy. Grow up kind. That's all I ask. That's all I want."