My Wife is a Dead Villainess, and I'm Her Living Weapon-Chapter 92: Vision

"Whisper, come on tell me already!"

"Lay off me, Mom! I ain’t answering that! Go ask Elian!"

"Just where did you learn to talk to me in that manner! Come back here!"

Two wolves ran around at high speed. Despite weighing significantly less, Silent couldn’t catch up to Fluffy. Four people watched them, Bianca, Elian, Bastion and Burny.

"Father-in-law, do you feel any issues with your new body?"

"No, it’s perfect. I feel strength just radiating off my entire being. Whatever it is you all did, it has given me a significant improvement. Didn’t you see earlier?" Bastion bragged.

"I guess, System, Scan."

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Name: Bastion (M)

Talent: Resolute (S) | Son of Metal and Soul (S)

World: Fralhame | Earth

Species: Weapon of Valestra

Class: Vassal

Level: 1 | (Low Dawn)

HP: 150,000 / 150,000 | MP: 10 / 10

Strength: S | Intelligence: B | Agility: A freeweɓnovel.cѳm

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An S stat at level 1, unbelievable.

Eager to test his newfound power, Bastion challenged Elian earlier. And much like with Fluffy, Bastion’s abilities were on a completely different level. Fluffy used more tricks. Bastion on the other hand was a fortress whose resilience was unmatched.

If they fought now, I am sure Father-in-law would be able to bear Heaven’s Fist’s blows even at level 1. I am not even sure how he can be so freaking tough. Hitting him is like trying to break concrete with a toy hammer!

As Elian thought about how overpowered his father had become, a beautiful voice worried in earnest.

"Dad, you must tell me and Elian immediately if you encounter any issues, okay? We made a lot of changes. The moment you feel pain just tell us, okay? Resolute helps but it doesn’t make you invincible."

Bastion grimaced and flicked his soft silky tail at Bianca’s forehead. The flustered woman yelped and stopped rubbing her face on the wolf’s silky coat.

"Sigh. This daughter... You seem to take after your mother in how she nags. Relax, you guys did great. I feel fine. With this new body, I can finally fight beside you all. I didn’t even notice how painful it was."

Bianca held her forehead as she bit her lip, "But..."

The newest Weapon of Valestra then smiled warmly as he nuzzled his human child.

"I am fine, Bianca. Thank you for designing my body. I like it very much."

Bastion was currently trying to imitate Fluffy’s transformation abilities, he was currently only as big as a large dog. A miniature Snow Wolf Alpha. And Bianca was fluffing him while concerned about the changes they forced on his body.

Compared to Fluffy’s weaponization, Bastion’s was far smoother. I am not sure if that is because of Resolute, his talent, or because of our experience.

Meanwhile Burny eagerly studied Bastion’s new form, "It is a fascinating change. Master and Sir Elian altered his entire biology. Is it possible to do the opposite?"

"What do you mean Burny? Do you mean to say you wish to grow bigger?" Bianca probed.

"I cannot say that I have no interest in it, Master. But I currently have no reason too. Flame Swallows live to burn, getting bigger makes little difference. Although after talking to Mistress Silent, my horizons have expanded."

Intrigued by what could be considered a heretical line of though for Flame Swallows, Elian turned to Burny and asked, "Want to join Bastion? By that I mean be reborn as a Weapon?"

"Am I worthy enough of such an honor?"

"That isn’t really up to me to decide," Elian replied as he rubbed his chin.

"Then do I ask Master?"

"No. This is something you must choose for yourself, Burny. When the day comes that you regret your lack of power. Come find me. Only then will I remake you in a Weapon."

Burny took a moment before nodding, "I understand. Thank you for the offer, Sir Elian."

"Lack of power. The day will come soon enough. You have no idea how powerful the other Crucible ranks are. We must never become complacent," Bastion said in a grim tone.

"Dad, didn’t you just tell me that I worry too much? You are the same!" Bianca complained with a pout.

Seeing his lover act so warmly with the people she loved, made Elian feel fuzzy. This peace was what he fought so exasperatedly to protect. Bastion was correct. The coming enemies were powerful, Elian might as well be a baby next to them, that certainly was true.

But that doesn’t matter.

Elian’s vision for the Weapons wasn’t something as simple as powerful monsters made of metal. His entire wish was embedded in how he designed them.

"We won’t. And even if they come. We will beat them. The Weapons of Valestra are the race that will win the crucible," the Tyrant declared.

Burny, flapped his wings and perched on Elian’s shoulder, "Whatever do you mean, Sir Elian?"

Elian gazed at Bianca and then Bastion as he explained, "When I envisioned the Weapons, I did not see them as living beings. We are tools, meant for war. That is why we are called Weapons. But it’s also our mentality."

He then partially changed his right arm to his golem form and brought out Pile Revolver.

"We fight not to win but to dominate. When we win, we’ll sharpen what’s already strong. Should we lose, we will learn, reinvent and come back reforged. We will use anything and everything we can to win. That is our strength and our purpose. All to gain our peace."

Bastion frowned, "You speak of peace yet describe a never-ending cycle of war. How can you be so sure we will even have a future beyond fighting till the day we die?"

"Dad... Elian is..."

"Quiet, Daughter. I know of why he chose this path. But just because he wishes for it doesn’t mean it will come true. I of all people know that."

Elian stared at Bastion’s eyes. He then declared with a conviction harder than steel.

"Because that is the only future I will accept. The future in which Bianca can live happily ever after. I reject everything else."

"Ha? Are you a child? You sound like an idiot drunk on his delusion," Bastion berated.

"And that is why you will never be a Tyrant Father-in-law."

"What did you say to me?"

"You heard it the first time. Your way of thinking is the reason why you cannot become a Tyrant even if you grow strong enough."

"Wait, Dad! Elian is..."

Bastion got up and bared his teeth at Elian, "Run that by me again, brat?"

Elian then slammed his head on the Wolf confronting him. A dull thud resounded as if two buildings crashed against one another. Metal creaked as Elian and Bastion tried to push each other for supremacy.

"A Tyrant is a delusional idiot, Father-in-law. That is why they can do things most cannot even dream of. You see problems, we see opportunities. As a Weapon, you gained my vision carved into your very body. You understand me, right?"

"..."

Bastion said nothing, turned around, then gave one last look at Elian while grumbling.

"In respect for what you have achieved, I will wait. But know that should you place my family in danger, I will stop you myself. Tales of Tyrants going insane are a numerous as stars in the crucible. Do not forget that."

But rather than get angry at his words, Elian walked over to Bianca and took her hand in his.

"That’s why I have her. Bianca is my anchor, so long as she is with me, I have nothing to fear. Right, Bianca?"

Taken aback by his bluntness, Bianca fidgeted, but she gulped in nervousness and raised their intertwined hands, "Y-Yes. Do not worry, Dad. I will make sure Elian doesn’t do anything stupid."

Bianca added, her voice shaking with quiet pride and embarrassment. "We are the parents of the Weapons. I aim to make a loving family with Elian, just like you and Mom, so please rest assured."

"Hmm, then I look forward to it. Come, we have tarried long enough, we should go meet the Tyrant of the Flame Swallows."

When Bastion left, Bianca looked down and smacked her fist gently on Elian’s face.

"You. You are getting really brazen. Just look at the stuff you have me say. Can’t you just say yes when Dad says stuff like that?"

Elian’s face warped into a smirk as he kissed Bianca on her forehead.

"I can’t do that. To make sure the mother of my children never cries tears of sadness I need to work way harder."

"W-Wha..."

"Oh, I missed flustered Bianca. Welcome back!"

"Elian, you idiot!"

As they flirted a Flame Swallow pondered at the discussion he had just heard, "So... that is what it means to be a Weapon."