My Wife is a Dead Villainess, and I'm Her Living Weapon-Chapter 145: Forgiven

"W-What? Didn’t you hear a single thing I just said?" Bianca said in a fluster.

But Elian’s eyes remained locked on her. His breathing was steady, and his mind clear.

"I heard. All of it. And I still feel the same."

Bianca wept bitterly as she tried to get her lover to stand up, "Elian, I know how much you cherish me and I am so grateful for that fact, but we can’t marry..."

"Why?"

At Elian’s simple questions, Bianca’s shoulder slumped.

"How can I? You are going to be so much more. You have friends, a family that loves you. You are truly human. I—I am a fake. Having me with you in the Crucible will just make it harder for you..."

The Tyrant remained on the floor, waiting. His immense bulk made it impossible for Bianca to make him budge a single inch, despite using all her strength.

"I release you from your duty to me, Elian. The time I spent with you were the happiest days of my life. I got to feel like I had a family, and I was cherished by someone who truly loves me. But I have to let you go now; the proposal request and being possessive was just me being willful..."

Despite all that she said, Bianca’s tears continued to fall.

"You’re going to be a hero," Bianca said. "You are meant for so much more. If I stay... I’ll only weigh you down. I’m not even real, Elian. I was made. How can someone like me deserve a happy ending?"

The sight made Elian’s heart hurt. As if someone took giant nails and stabbed his heart all over. He pocketed the ring and lost his smile.

"Bianca," he called out in a frigid tone.

Whatever warmth his voice had now disappeared. The Witch noticed and flinched. Her body began to shiver from terror. Elian watched in silence as his lover fidgeted like a child unable to even look at him.

"What are you doing, Bianca? We vowed our lives together. Why are you saying all this crap that sounds like you’re going away?"

"I-I just... I mean... I-I... it’s..." Bianca Valestra, one of the smartest people in the world, stammered incoherently.

Elian got up. His body shifted from Lucian to ’Elian Reed.’ His imposing presence towered over the flustered Bianca like a giant. He gently grabbed her arms and turned her body toward him.

"Bianca, I do not know what dumb, foolish ideas you have running in your head, but I told you one before, right? I have no need for riches, fame, or power. I just want you with me."

"Stay by my side, from now till the day we die. Tell me that you need me, despite all that I cannot give you. Trust me even when I do not know everything. Care for me when I am weak and praise me when I am strong. Give your heart to me alone."

Bianca nodded, "I know."

"No. You don’t," Elian snarled. "Because if you did, you would not do this. You are being absolutely idiotic. Your words right now, they hurt me far more than Heaven’s Fist or any Tyrant I fought."

"..."

"I told you before, I will love you no matter what. But that was a lie," the Tyrant stated with finality.

"If you decide to leave me now, for some misguided sense of self-worth, I doubt I can forgive you. I heard everything, but you keep saying that you will abandon me for my benefit. That in my future there is no place for you..."

Clink. Clink. Clink.

Swords and weapons of various shapes and sizes burst out of Elian’s body. Sheathing one moment and unsheathing the next. Bianca bit her lip at the sight of Elian rippling.

"But Elian..."

With a loud stomp, Elian drove his foot down. It was so powerful that the ground shook.

"Shut up. I talk, you listen."

Bianca looked down, her shoulders slumped as if they carried the weight of the world.

"Bianca, let me say it once more. I love you. I want to be with you. I don’t give a crap that you weren’t born of a womb, or that you killed thousands. Nothing and no one can make me give you up. Be it fate, humanity or even the Crucible," he paused, "I will fight them all."

[Talent: Adamant – deactivated.]

In the next moment, Elian’s voice lost its edge and turned mournful.

"But I need you to fight for me too," the Tyrant confessed. "Right now you are betraying my trust and throwing me away. I can handle everything if you are with me. But if you do this, what purpose does it all serve?"

Bianca flinched at Elian’s heartfelt words.

"Forget everything else. The world, humanity, this crucible crap. Whatever they all say, I don’t care. I am your Weapon, Bianca. When no one wanted me, you alone did. You saved me. Since that day in the cave, I have been in love with you. I want to do all this for you. Not for anyone else..."

"Elian..." the witch cried.

"I only want to hear one thing. This is the only chance I will give you. Whatever you decide, I will abide. If you do not want to be with me, I will kill my heart and serve you as your Weapon. But I will never love you as a man ever again. I am not strong enough to play games like this."

Elian walked toward his lover and stared into her eyes.

"Bianca Valestra, I will ask one last time..." His voice turned warm and wiped the tears from Bianca’s eyes.

"I, Elian Reed, wish to be with you from now till the day I die. For our happy ending, I intend to fight humanity, the Crucible, and even fate. Do you love me enough to fight through all that suffering and despair? Do you love me enough to stay by my side no matter what?"

"Elian, I...."

The Tyrant leaned forward and kissed Bianca.

"I will warm you. This is the final time I will ask for your choice. Once you make it, it’s done. If you choose to love me, I will never let you go, do you understand me?"

Elian’s words caused Bianca to chuckle; her tears, which she thought had already dried up, raced down her cheeks once more. "Really, couldn’t you have just stopped while you were ahead?"

Finally showing a carefree smile, Elian once again stole Bianca’s lips for a short tryst.

"Just say yes, already. We both know you just wanted to run away like a coward," Elian grinned. "Now, say them. Say the words."

Bianca pouted unhappily, "Elian, you are really too brazen."

"Yeah, yeah, I am disrespectful. Now say it with your own lips. Tell me what we both already knew all along."

She smiled in bliss and declared in a happy voice.

"I love you."

It was a simple three-word sentence, yet the weight it carried was unfathomable. To people like Elian and Bianca, it cemented both their present and their future. Elian’s eyes grew wide at Bianca’s confession. Mischievous, she continued.

"I love you, Elian Reed. More than anything in my life. I want to be your wife, the mother of your children, and the only woman who holds your heart. I love you more than words could ever say. I love you. I love you. I love you..."

Unable to stop himself, Elian embraced Bianca. Like a beast, he lost all reason. He kissed her lips, sucked on her tongue, and pressed her soul body against him. As if his passion finally erupted, it crashed on Bianca like a flood.

You finally said it. Now you can never escape.

"The same goes for you. I am sorry for hurting you, Elian. And thank you. Thank you for accepting all of me. I feel—relieved. As if an immense weight was taken off my shoulders," Bianca answered telepathically between kisses.

You are forgiven. Never do this crap again. I will spank you if you do.

"Cheeky little brat. You may be the Tyrant, but I am still your master."

Sure, whatever you say. Let’s quickly get married. I want to get started right away.

"Started? On what?"

Didn’t you say it earlier? You want to be my wife and the mother of my children. I plan to have a lot, so you better be prepared.

As Elian said such provocative words, he sucked on Bianca’s neck like a vampire.

"Ah! Elian! Wait! I didn’t mean it that way..."

"Too late. We’re going to have at least a dozen."

"What? A dozen? Do not be absurd! My body can’t be able to handle that."

"Don’t worry, I have my ways. You just need to never leave my side. I will do the rest."

***

The two then began to flirt and kiss in the meeting room. Outside the door, Katri was sitting on the floor waiting. She tried to open the door but found it to be frozen shut. Of course, given that she could still use mana, she heard everything Bianca and Elian spoke about.

"Sigh, how nice. They really love each other. I should ask if there is anything I can help with for the wedding."

As Katri contemplated, she heard the footsteps of several people. Making her way to the window, what she saw made her gasp. She didn’t know when, but the entire army of the Weapons of Valestra was camping outside her former guild branch.

There were thousands of black-colored golems with flaming eyes. Each of them waiting patiently like bodyguards for their master. But there were two humans mingling with them.

"Neddy, are you certain he is still here? None of my informants saw where Silver disappeared to..."

"I am sure. And he is not happy."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Charlotte Daniels asked in confusion.

"Hmm. How do I explain it? My armor is made of the same stuff the Weapons are."

"So?"

"When my buddy gets angry, his rage gets channeled into us. It, they—we, we all want to kill something."

"What? How does that even work?"

"I dunno, but I do know one thing: when Elian comes out. A whole lot of blood is going to be spilled."

Charlotte gulped, "Whose?"

Ned shrugged, "Humans. I don’t know which. But a whole lot of humans are going to die."

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