My Wife is a Dead Villainess, and I'm Her Living Weapon-Chapter 18: Never

The air turned frigid—not from Bianca's magic, but from something far darker: bloodlust. The events that had transpired reminded everyone present of many things. All lessons, they weren't prepared to learn.

Wealth, status, connections—none of it mattered inside a dungeon break.

Even survival was uncertain; their savior could just as easily become their executioner.

Upbringing meant nothing—their dignity lay shattered, confidence gone, and sanity on the verge of collapse. Student, teacher, it made no difference. And the realization broke them.

They weren't looking for justice. Only someone to hate.

"YOU... JUST WHAT THE HELL DID YOU IDIOTS DO?!"

The survivors, they all smelled blood.

At Tessa's roar, the elephant in the room began to go wild.

Moments ago, survival was all that mattered. But now that the monster's gaze turned elsewhere... they felt rage.

Bianca who saw the entire group turn on its members scoffed in derision.

Typical. Humans have been vile, cowardly bastards, long after I was born, and they shall continue to do so long after I am dead.

In her long life she grew used to such evil natures. They were nothing more than silver-lipped mongrels with the hearts of rotting swine. When placed at odds, a human's morals were always the first to go. Betrayal was second nature for them.

At least... that was what she thought.

Until she met Elian.

She couldn't keep her eyes off the boy clad in black armor. Unlike everyone else, he moved differently. Although Forged would ensure that its owner could not hurt its creator. It could not be compelled.

The talent obeyed no one—not even her.

Thus, one of her biggest worries was of Elian betraying her.

So Bianca acted like a supreme being. She had to. If he learned how truly weak she was, it might seal her fate that much sooner.

Yet again and again the choices he made surprised her.

Elian grew far faster than she could ever anticipate. It was to the point that it terrified her. His talents, both monstrous, gave him the potential to surpass even the breakers of her generation. Even his ability to adapt and strategize drew not from knowledge but pure combat instinct.

Such a man held her life in his hands. If Elian suddenly decided to sell or cast her soulgem into the abyss. Bianca would be powerless to stop him. From someone whose name once made the earth tremble, she now as helpless as a child.

So much so that she needed to rely on a complete stranger for her very survival.

That was how dire the circumstances were.

And how pitiful Bianca Valestra had become.

She should've been afraid.

But fear never came. Instead, what she gained was the quiet certainty of trust. Elian's many declarations replayed in Bianca's mind. Each one a cherished memory.

"You gave me something no one else ever did—purpose. For that, I thank you."

"They might seem worthless, but I dedicate all of them to you—and vow that they will be the first of many."

"...I'm actually relieved. We match!"

"Haha, I'm sorry, Master. I couldn't resist. Don't worry. I will never leave. And even if I did go somewhere, I would always bring you with me. We'll be together forever—until the day I die."

"Bianca."

Just how many years has it been since she heard her own name?

Though there were hundreds of thousands who called to her while she was alive. They all did so as they wished for her demise with hatred, disgust and scorn. No one spoke her name in a voice oozing with such tenderness and affection.

Elian was the first. And probably the only one.

Each time he did, Bianca's heart raced.

Despite being nothing more than a phantom, he protected her honor. No matter how grotesque her true form became, he never once pushed it away.

The emotions in his voice were palpable. Bianca didn't need to guess how much Elian treasured and respected her. He showed it with his every word and action.

He guarded her corpse when no one else would. Raged at the thought of her fading. And mourned her—not as a stranger, but as a friend.

Her.

The Witch of the Frozen Night.

Idiot.

Elian lived without an inch of malice or a shred of falsehood.

It mesmerized her.

Are humans really capable of such warmth?

Each act of devotion chipped at her walls—little by little, they began to crack.

Each time he spoke his foolish thoughts, her lips naturally curled into a smile.

It seems impossible.

Bianca Valestra belonged to the darkest parts of humanity. Those whose souls were covered in the pitch-black tar of malice, malevolence and evil. Demons hiding under human skin, whose sins could not even be repaid by a thousand deaths.

Bianca accepted her end.

Yet such a gentle soul almost died the exact same way she did.

Isolated, cold and in absolute darkness.

In a fit of irony, the only reason she found him was because he traced the same path.

Bianca saved him—not out of mercy, but because she had no other choice. Despite holding on, the long years whittled down what strength she had. Bianca expected another maggot-hearted liar. What she found was a soul that refused to break.

He was weak. At first. But his will, conviction, and drive... they burned hotter than any fire.

Even after such betrayal, Elian stayed the same. He still trusted and treated her with such kindness. She lied. She stole his humanity. Yet he didn't grow angry—he didn't even blame her.

He just understood.

When Bianca designed the Forged talent, she was told no human could survive its awakening. She believed them. And yet now decades later, the boy she met by chance now donned the armor she once created.

The most noble human she ever met threw away his humanity all to serve as her sword.

Bianca was the darkness. But Elian? Elian shone like something she'd long forgotten—light.

"[Why did you leave him to die?]"

Thats why she couldn't forgive them.

The moment she heard Elian's question. Every inch of her soul screamed in tyrannical rage. Her eyes glared at five insolent soon-to-be corpses. They dared betray her weapon.

For such a mistake, I will rip asunder not just your entire bloodlines, but every soul that you crossed paths with. By the time I am done. No one will even remember you lot ever existed.

To Elian Reed. The one that made her believe in kindness and loyalty. The treasure she didn't want sullied. The one who willingly offered her own his own soul. She would grant her protection and her wrath.

Do not expect any mercy for your sins are far too heavy.

The entire battlefield turned frigid. Warmth began to vanish as Bianca's mana morphed her surroundings. As an Ice mage, her mana manifested itself as an intense cold. Tied to her emotions it often reflected what she truly felt inside.

Tessa, furious at Elian's revelation quickly ran toward him and his enemies. Her outburst reminded Bianca that this matter concerned not her, but Elian.

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No. Not yet. I must hold back. This is Elian's battle. Not mine.

And while Bianca didn't even acknowledge Tessa's presence, if the woman could help her weapon— She decided that the teacher could be allowed to live beyond today.

Thus, Bianca Valestra remained silent and decided to restrain herself. She cast her mana upward, where her rage could fester unseen. There, no one would know what she had prepared.

The dew and moisture from thousands of clouds gathered and crystallized. Shaped by Bianca's will and born from her immense power, gigantic frozen spears formed. Each capable of indescribable destruction.

Just imagining her lances falling and obliterating Elian's enemies gave her immense joy.

She waited—like a bow fully drawn, quivering with the urge to release.

Should Elian lack the mettle, she would execute them in his stead.

Bianca would protect his heart just as Elian had with hers.

It was only fair.

These faithless, coward-bred traitors with dagger smiles all had no future beyond this moment. Even if Elian forgives them for whatever reason.

Bianca Valestra never will.