My Wife is a Dead Villainess, and I'm Her Living Weapon-Chapter 129: Children

The twelve humans kneeling before Elian were already dead. Though he might not have had anything against them, their fates were set the moment they tried to kill him. And now, rather than just simply fade into nothingness, they were brought back.

Against their will. In a broken state that did not even allow them to remember who or what they were. It was a sentence far crueler than even death. They followed Elian’s every command and were made from his metal.

"..."

The Tyrant felt conflicted. If the process of reviving via Golem Lake was so haphazard, that meant these people would spend eternity like this. And while it would help Elian’s purposes, it wasn’t like he was desperate for their help.

"Do you resent me for bringing you back?"

The lead assassin shook his head.

"No, Tyrant. We do not."

Elian sighed.

What was I even expecting? If they said yes, would it make me feel better?

It was at that point that Elian remembered the first time he saw Bianca cry. It happened after the witch turned him into a golem.

"...Do you regret your decision to follow me?"

"No."

"Why? You should be livid! I lied and cheated you for my own purposes. I was prepared to earn your hate and spend the rest of my life in recompense. Why do you accept it so easily? Is it because of Adamant?"

Back then, Elian thought it was just Bianca being kind. But now he understood. To turn a person into a golem was to play God with their fates. It was cruel, arrogant, and above all, inhumane.

By turning someone into a golem, you violate that person’s afterlife. You deny them rest. You force them to live a life of servitude. What’s worse, since they are no longer among the living, you cannot even give them relief or rewards.

I see. This guilt was what you felt back then, right, Bianca?

"Yes." His lover replied. "It would have been fine for someone you hated, but it seems like a really bad deal for anyone else."

As he heard her words, he felt Bianca’s exhaustion. This was a burden she used to carry alone; now he could share it. Although Bianca resurrected them, it was by his command. That made it his fault and his responsibility.

Elian smiled, "I don’t know about that. I became a golem but got myself the most gorgeous and talented bombshell of a woman the world has ever seen. It seems like an extremely good deal to me."

Bianca didn’t reply immediately, but she did so while trying to suppress a joy that bled into her voice.

"Stop that. I am not so great! You already have me! What more do you plan to get by saying such sweet words?"

Bianca’s happiness infected Elian, so much so that he grinned and looked toward the skies. It was an amazing thing. Just exchanging a few words with her blew away all the negative emotions and thoughts looming in his mind.

"I don’t have you, Bianca. Not yet, anyway," he declared as he licked his lips.

"What? What are you talking about? I am your partner, Anchor and lover. Everyone already knows you would destroy worlds for m-me. So, what else could possibly be missing?"

The Tyrant found his body trembling with bliss. It was during moments like this that he found his lover extremely adorable. She acted mature but was, in fact, very sheltered and innocent.

"Oh, come now, my Anchor. What did you think being my lover meant?"

"What? That’s kisses, obviously! Hand-holding! Living together—and our happily ever after," Bianca said, flustered. After a short pause, her voice added dejectedly, "Did... Did I understand it wrong?"

Even from above, Bianca noticed his chuckle and called out, flustered.

"What?! Why are you laughing? Do you find joy in my confusion, you brute!"

"I do. I find it extremely adorable and cute. It reminds me that you are not perfect—but I adore you all the same."

"A-Anyway, tell me what I misunderstood. As your lover, I intend to be fully devoted to my role. Do not hold back and tell me everything you would wish of me."

In that moment, Elian emptied his mind and began to imagine being on a bed with his lover. They were both in the nude, glistening with sweat and panting from exhaustion. He explored her body as Bianca moaned from pleasure and desire.

Immediately, a Cinderglass round ripped through the air. It was so fast it howled as it made its way to Elian. The Tyrant neither avoided nor took a step back. He merely gazed up to the skies where his lover was, with a lewd grin.

The round grazed his cheek. A shot like that demonstrated Bianca’s precision, intelligence, and confusion. Despite shooting, she still worried about hurting her lover.

Cute.

"W-What was that? It was depraved! Lewd! Just what in the world are you thinking of!"

"That, my dear Bianca, is what lovers do. They make love."

"M-Make love?"

Despite her being extremely high up, Elian could imagine his lover’s flushed face. She would most certainly be covering her eyes with her hands but peeking through her fingers. Childish and innocent, but lovely all the same.

"It’s how babies are made, Bianca," Elian teased. "The day we make love for real is the day you become mine."

At his words, Elian felt Bianca’s presence disappear. It was something she used to do to hide and cool down when she felt overwhelmed.

"How nostalgic."

Seeing her like this, he smiled. The distance between her past self and now wasn’t lost on him. It took some time and effort, but slowly he could feel her becoming more human. The Witch was slowly thawing, and the woman, Bianca Valestra, began to blossom.

"Uhm...Tyrant, Lady Silent is wondering why you are taking so long. What should I answer?" asked the Metal Wolf Silent sent.

"Ah, right. Tell her I will be right there," Elian replied.

He then looked at the kneeling humans in front of him. While they might have tried to kill him, they must have had their reasons. And they had already paid their dues by dying. So the Weapons in front of him were no longer the same people.

Even if they wanted to, they couldn’t. They were but fragments of their former selves.

Steeling his will, Elian asked in a stern tone, "Do any of you wish to stop existing after this battle?"

The humanoid Weapons tilted their heads in confusion. Seeing this, Elian explained further. These people would be the first of many. If Elian just turned anyone who died into a golem, he would be far worse than the scum who hurt Bianca.

His faction, the Weapons of Valestra, was a force created for his and Bianca’s happiness. Although he would trample on the wills of many others for his vision to be achieved, he didn’t want to keep the unwilling.

"I have no need for slaves. Each Weapon has a cost for me to maintain. Among the twelve of you, if you all feel angry or resentful that I brought you back against your will, I will grant you death after this battle is over. Now, who wishes to pass on?"

Five hands raised up.

Although surprised, Elian acknowledged them, "May I ask why?"

"I have been someone’s tool for as long as I can remember."

"I came here to die."

"I wish to rejoin my wife in the afterlife."

"I am tired."

"I no longer wish to endure this hell."

They were all good reasons. Ones that made a lot of sense. But Elian managed to glean a few truths from the humanoid weapons. They all managed to remember different parts of their lives. One even remembered that he had a wife who had already passed.

"I see. Then as my final gift to you. Is there something you wish for me to do?"

"Huh?" the assassins asked.

Seeing their confusion, Elian elaborated. "If you lived for someone and you remember who, give me their names and locations. I will protect them as long as I live. If you have someone you hate, tell me who, and I will kill them."

The lead assassin inquired with a trembling voice, "Why are you doing so much for us? We are made from your body; none of us could defy you. Why bother with all this?"

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"Because you are all my children. And I want you to be happy."

Each weapon bore the talent, Son of Metal and Soul or Daughter of Metal and Soul. Much like a real child in this chaotic world, it was Elian and Bianca’s actions that led to these new species being created.

Elian didn’t want to treat them as slaves, nor tools, for they were his children. His family. At least that was how he rationalized it.

"You wish for us to be... happy?" an assassin asked.

"Yes. I truly do. So if you have lingering regrets, let me know, and I will do all I can to resolve them."

The twelve humanoid weapons lowered their heads and said nothing. It was obvious why; they probably had a lot to think about. As would anyone the moment they were told they would die soon.

"Use this battle to think about it. Find me after the war is won. I’ll be waiting. I need to go."

They all placed their hands over their hearts and shouted, "Yes, Tyrant."

Turning back, Elian felt a weight lifted off his chest. He was no saint, but he would ensure that anyone who decided to stay as a Weapon, would do so because they chose to. That was not the best decision, but it was his ideal he came up with.

Little did he know that this idea would soon turn the Weapons of Valestra into the most feared force in the entire galaxy. And giving birth to the warning, "Harm a Weapon and summon a war."