My Wife is a Dead Villainess, and I'm Her Living Weapon-Chapter 106: Question

"Your faces are familiar. Have I dealt with you before?"

At Bianca’s question, both the Crows nodded.

She clapped her hands in joy, "Great, that makes this easier. As always, yes or no questions only, five million crowns per question. I guarantee on my honor that I will not lie. Let’s place the limit at fifteen questions."

Seventy-five million. For fifteen questions. Are you these bastards serious?

Both men turned around and began to discuss with each other. Presumably trying to ensure they get their money’s worth.

Holy hell, they are actually doing it! Bianca, make it fifty! No, a hundred!

"Hush, Elian, your information sells since hardly anyone knows anything about you. Fifteen should suffice as an appetizer," Bianca countered in his mind.

Elian’s blood began to race as he saw another side of Bianca. Contrary to her persona as the Witch of the Frozen Night, Lady Winter was dominant in a completely different sense.

Where the Witch used overwhelming force, Lady Winter used her wits and resources. Sunny gave Elian the colossal task of tracking down her knights and her Anchor.

Considering how long it has been since it happened, or the lack of witnesses, it was an impossible task. Yet, Bianca simply used her purse and found all the knights in under an hour. By leveraging money, Bianca bought effort and time.

A mentality so alien it shattered his worldview.

And now his lover was doing the same thing for a different purpose. Elian knew of information brokers; they took great risks to learn news and gossip and sold it to the highest bidder. But he never thought that Bianca herself would sell their information.

Was this how she made her wealth?

Despite Bianca not looking his way, her answer was immediate: "It helps, I guess? I consider it pocket change. I do have one question, though, Elian."

And that is?

Bianca turned and stared deep into his eyes. Her beauty was mesmerizing, her strength worthy of song, and she declared herself his. Although he could give her little, Bianca always appreciated his effort. She made him feel valued. Like he mattered.

"Do you trust me?"

Hearing the same question he asked just moments earlier, he smiled. In an instant, he fixed his vocal cords and declared clearly, "With my everything. Do as you wish, my wife."

The witch’s face flushed. Even the Crows turned around slack-jawed. A voice resounded in his mind. He could practically feel the embarrassment from it.

"Elian, you were supposed to answer with your thoughts."

Oh, was I? I didn’t know. Didn’t this play along with your act?

"Well, yes, but it was meant to be sensual. Now you’re just being lewd."

I haven’t done anything remotely lewd, Bianca.

Bianca gulped nervously, "But..."

Elated that he finally regained the momentum, Elian felt his confidence soar. He took Bianca’s hand, kissed it, and intertwined their fingers. He did so in view of the Crows.

Their eyes widened in surprise. Meanwhile, Bianca yelped at his affection.

Ho? You can’t act while you’re in "Lady Winter." So, your masks cannot mix, huh?

"What does that even mean?" she snapped back.

Pay attention, Lady Winter, or I will kiss your collarbone.

"You!"

Ignoring Bianca, Elian began massaging her hand. Despite her anger, she was still deep in her Lady Winter persona, too focused on negotiation to swat him away. Elian didn’t know why she needed so many faces, but he chalked it up to something smart people did.

"Uhm. Then the first question, Lady Winter. Is your husband Elian Reed?"

"Yes."

"Is he the actual Fourth Tyrant candidate?"

"Yes."

Huh? Why didn’t they just combine it into one question? Didn’t they just burn 10 million?

Despite Bianca speaking to the Crows, her mind catered to his question.

"They used to. But they soon found that by asking two questions and receiving one answer, either of their questions could have been a no."

Aren’t you just robbing them at that point?

"But it’s more fun that way?"

Tsk. The way your rich people play with money is baffling.

"Fufu, you’re one of us now, though, Elian. Your details just made 10 million crowns."

Amazed at the speed the world of the powerful moved, Elian stopped talking and did his best to learn. He immediately understood the exercises Bianca had him do back in the Snow Wolf Dungeon.

The blond agent cleared his throat before he asked his next question; he even covered his mouth with his right hand.

"Lady Winter, did Lord Reed kill the S-Rank Breaker, Arjun Sharma?"

"Yes."

The other couldn’t stop himself and blurt out in a fluster, "Heavens!" Although his companion lost his composure, the blond Crown continued his questions. His body shook like a leaf as he tried hard not to stammer.

"Did he also kill Heaven’s Fist?"

"Yes."

"..."

Both Crowns paled in horror before turning to face Elian. One could practically hear their thoughts, all of which revolved around vowing to stay in his good graces.

"Is the Metal Wolf in the video part of Lord Elian’s faction?"

"Yes."

"Is the bird following you a Flame Swallow?"

"Yes."

"Do you have a way to control them?"

"Yes."

One of the crows took out a handkerchief and began to wipe his forehead. Despite the surroundings being cool, both men began to sweat bullets.

"Is Lord Elian going to assault the nobles who hold the Knight-Class cores?"

"No."

Huh? We aren’t?

"We will hire mercenaries from the Bloodright of Conquest and excommunicated Crusaders. Let them kill themselves over the matter. We will send our family to get the core and leave; I intend to let them do the heavy lifting."

Bianca’s answer made Elian’s stomach drop. If he were to hit the locations himself, he would need to plan four different operations. But if Bianca hired people, she could get large groups of combatants and hit all four at once.

But can we trust them?

"Trust? That matters little. Do not worry, Elian; I have been assassinating people since I came of age. Everything has a price. And I know where to look for them. Pride, loyalty, and honor are what they use as excuses for not having enough money."

Hearing such sad things from his lover, Elian felt something twist inside him. It wasn’t just grief—it was understanding.

Bianca didn’t wear masks for amusement. She built them out of desperation.

He imagined a young, bloodied Bianca—alone after a failed assassination, realizing that strength wasn’t enough. That power alone couldn’t save her. So, she learned to leverage others. Because there was no one she could trust.

The thought shattered him.

Elian moved before his brain could protest. He wrapped his arms around her from behind.

"Elian..." she whispered. "Not her..."

I will never betray you, Bianca. Even if they give me everything in the world, I will never turn on you. Since the day I met you till the day I die, I will always be by your side.

She froze. With tears in her eyes, she reached for Elian and kissed him, "I know, darling. I know you never will."

Nodding, Elian wiped her tears—slow, deliberate. For once, the world could wait.

"Uhm. We still have seven questions, should we just come back, my lord?"

Unwilling to sabotage Bianca’s hard work, he grunted, "No need, ask."

"Lady Winter, does Lord Reed intend to invoke the Crucible of the Tyrants for Earth?"

"Yes."

"Ugh." "Oh no!"

The horror in both men’s faces was palpable. Probably due to them knowing full well what it meant. The two Crows turned around and began to discuss among themselves in whispers.

Meanwhile, Elian and Bianca just gazed into each other’s eyes as they waited. They got so into it, they failed to notice the Crows waiting.

"Hey, you pent-up bloodthirsty lechers. The bird guys are sweating. Maybe get out of your pink world and get to work? I wanna rest."

It was only thanks to Fluffy that they even bothered to continue. But both were in a bad mood.

"Uhm, please do not get offended, Lady Winter, but."

"Yes or no questions only," Bianca grumbled.

In panic, the brunet Crow yelled, "Will the Lord be open to establishing alliances through marriage?"

His questions made the air turn cold. Elian couldn’t fault them. Even in history, using bloodlines to consolidate power was a tried and tested thing. But the woman before him had her eyes glowing with mana in frustration.

She didn’t speak. Her mana did.

Chuckling, Elian kissed her neck before replying in her stead, "No, he isn’t. Tell them he intends to murder anyone who even brings the topic up."

"Elian, those women could help you."

Don’t care. You are all I need, Bianca. You are enough, I don’t want anyone else.

Bianca sighed, "This is a waste." Yet Elian noticed her lips curling upward.

"Okay, five questions left," the Witch reminded.

"Does Lord Reed intend to work with or subordinate the other Tyrant candidates?"

Faster than Bianca could answer, Elian growled, "No, I intend to kill them."

"Is there any option of coexisting with the current factions?" one followed up as he trembled.

Elian was about to say no, but Bianca stopped him and pleaded with her eyes. He exhaled and allowed her to answer.

"Yes."

"GREAT!" "That is good news! We can work with that!"

The two Crows smiled at Bianca’s answer. Elian felt the reality of his position. Even Radiant-Tiered Breakers were walking on eggshells around his future decisions.

"Ehem, Lady Winter. Is Lord Elian aware that his parents have been kidnapped?"

"Yes."

"We have the information about where they are being hel..."

"No need; ask your last question," Bianca snapped.

"Right, for our last question, Lady Winter, are you Bianca Vales—"

In that moment, Living Metal burst out of the ground. Black serpents restrained every limb of the two agents in place.

Elian’s body flowed like water and hid Bianca behind his back. His arms adjusted their length to grab and pull both men by their cheekbones. Dominator Variants split off from his fingers and snaked toward each man’s eyeball.

Dozens moved. The wolves didn’t let them take a step. None of which showed their true forms yet. Bianca instructed them to transform only when she gave the signal.

Even Burny itched to ignite his plumage. His gaze had already locked on the largest breaker—and he hadn’t blinked at all.

A silver heel tapped the floor as a woman emerged from the chaos, her smile sinister.

"Curiosity killed the cat, Crow. You should have known better than to bite the hand that feeds you. Now, what should I do?"