My Wife is a Dead Villainess, and I'm Her Living Weapon-Chapter 77: Joke

Flesh and blood littered the surroundings. Pile Driver was designed to detonate 10-meter Snow Wolf Alphas. Against a human barely 2 meters, it was overkill of the highest order. Yet Elian still intentionally used his most imposing weapon.

A familiar cold presence appeared behind him, his only other ally in this entire floor. He turned around and noticed Bianca with her back to him. She scanned for new threats.

And here I thought you would scold me for what I did. You don’t mind?

Though he said nothing aloud, Bianca’s rebuke came swiftly.

"My Weapon, we are going to be spending the rest of our lives together. In that context, throwing a fit over every little thing that you do is simply a waste of time. Besides, I kind of liked it."

"Oh? You did?"

Elian gently turned Bianca to face him. Her cheeks were bright red, but she didn’t look away.

"Yes. I liked it very much. I am not a saint that can forgive all of them for what they did to me 50 years ago. Quite honestly, I hate them. I want to get back at everyone who made me suffer... And I want you to help me. So yes! I like your brutality just now."

Bianca then lowered the buttstock of her rifle to the ground as she held her arm awkwardly.

"I know that I’m not normal, Elian. I’m petty, calculating, psychotic, and I’ve got trust issues the size of a continent," she said in a self-deprecating tone. "I held back for your sake, but you wouldn’t listen. Now I am coming for your heart. Y-You adore me, right?"

Without a word the living weapon nodded.

"Right. Yes. Even after we beat them all, we have much bigger fish to fry. All the goals you’ve set are correct. To compete in the Crucible, centralizing Earth’s power is necessary. Humanity needs someone like you... I need someone like you."

For her to say all this openly, she is finally honest with herself.

Elian couldn’t help but smile and gingerly cradled Bianca’s cheek in his hand.

"You really know how to press my buttons. Just where has this succubus come from? You’re really pushing it, Bianca."

Expecting her to flush and run away, Bianca then grabbed his hand and nuzzled her face into it.

"So? What will you do about it, Elian? What if I’m just saying all this to wrap you around my finger, hmm? I am ten years older than you. And you are quite simple minded. Aren’t you the one who will regret this if you keep getting closer to me?"

Bianca paused and murmured, "You can get hurt. I don’t want that."

Seeing her innocence, Elian shook his head. He exhaled softly. The metallic scent unique to blood still hung in the air, but in this moment, it didn’t matter.

"I won’t. I am quite sturdy. Even if I get hurt, who cares? I will just put myself back together. You have more to lose than I do in this exchange Bianca. You are no wolf, I am."

"Ha! You are delusional! I am the one who is from Fralhame! You are a little lamb! I am the big bad villainess who will gobble you up!" Bianca countered.

Both of them grew confused at the chaotic direction their flirting had gone. Their lines were cringeworthy and made absolutely no sense. Yet neither of them felt it was out of place.

"My Anchor, your attempts at seduction are... lamentable."

"Shut up my Tyrant, your only concept of romance is drenching a lady in the blood of her enemies."

They bantered while Elian consumed what remained of the fallen—proof that cruelty had long become routine. It had been a while since they’d had some quality alone time, and they reveled in being silly together.

"If you asked me, both of you are unlearned in the matters of the heart," a smoky voice added.

In a single moment, Elian quickly braced his core and opened the panels for Blockbuster. Bianca darted and placed her back against his and raised her sniper rifle.

"Wait. Wait! I mean you no harm. It’s just that I lost the moment to introduce myself. You two have been spouting cringy lines for over twenty minutes."

Despite the sheer offensiveness of his words, his voice still dripped with unnatural charm. As if the person speaking had a tongue dipped in honey. Sadly, his voice held no sway to the two present.

"Those who lack the courage to show themselves are better off taking a sword down their throats." Bianca said coldly.

Intense light gathered above Bianca as if the sun was blessing her. The mirrors made from Ice VII worked overtime to gather ammunition for her weapon. It gave her the impression of a deity of the sun. She searched for the enemy with the intent to kill it.

"Stay hidden if you want to die. I assure you this weapon will not miss," Elian threatened.

"Goodness, a pair of more aggressive lovers may not ever exist. Look up my friends."

Together, they looked up at the gigantic bird cage. All of the Flame Swallows were staring at them.

"Oh, I forget about them."

"Same."

One, larger than the rest, glided down to a low branch.

"System Scan."

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Name: Flame Swallow (M)

Talent: Pyromaniac (C)

World: Averignis

Species: Flame Swallow

Class: Vassal

Lvl: 34 | (Mid Radiant)

HP: 17,100/17,100 | MP: 15,000/15,000

Strength: F | Intelligence: C | Agility: E

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Pyromaniac? All of them? Is that the reason why the Church used the Curse of Compromise?

The Flame Swallow was a monster that looked like a regular blue coated swallow. But while regular birds were small enough to fit in your hand, these monster variants were even larger than eagles.

KRZZZZZ—THOOM!

Against everyone’s understanding, Bianca shot her Fralhame Lance at the bird cage housing all the Flame Swallows. Blinding light and scorching heat crashed against the outer most wall of the metallic sanctuary, but it neither broke nor melted.

The beams were deflected like water sliding off reinforced glass. Burning hot plasma spread and enveloped the dome. Those inside all began to shriek in panic as they tried to run away from Bianca, in the chaos a male voice rebuked.

"WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH YOU? WHO ATTACKS FIRST BEFORE TALKING?"

"We already exchanged pleasantries earlier—so I can kill you now. My family needs the material. Surrender your bodies to us," the witch replied like a machine.

"What pleasantries? The only thing you said was a death threat!"

Elian couldn’t help but grow amused at the exchanges. Because of how warm and affectionate Bianca was with him, he forgot how frigid she originally was. No one else ever saw that side of her. That made Elian feels special.

In bliss, he gently grabbed her shoulders and whispered into her ears, "Bianca, you have to stop. I am getting quite excited."

She immediately froze at his teasing, turned and looked down at his crotch. Only to see nothing there but plated armor. Immediately her face scowled and looked like someone just killed her dog.

Elian quickly waved his hands in surrender, "Just a joke—please don’t shoot."

"Tsk." Clicking her tongue, Bianca took a step back and created a seat of ice. She sat on it and aimed her gun at the bird cage.

While she calmed down, he briefly wondered whether his onyx armor could withstand Bianca’s solar lance. As he mused, a voice once again came from the cage.

"I see she is quite a handful."

"You could say that. Now tell me what you want before I blow you all to kingdom come."

The Swallow made an exasperated face before placing his wing over his face, "Ugh, humans. As always ever so impatient. I guess having short lifespans makes one irritable."

Ignoring the racist comment, Elian waited.

"Right, my apologies. I will be brief. You two do not seem to be affiliated with the humans, despite one of you being the ghost of one. I propose an alliance. Get us out of here and we shall give you the mark of subservience."

At the generous offer, Elian folded his arms in disbelief, "How? You aren’t even a noble. How could someone like you convince your Tyrant?"

The Swallow then confessed sheepishly, "Right, you would obviously be at clearance 1. I am a favorite son of the current Tyrant. But I got disowned."

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"Wait! I know how to convince her to surrender!" The Swallow frantically cried.

"How?"

"If I told you that now then what’s to stop you from killing us anyway?"

"You’re right. Don’t answer I will just kill you now."

"WAIT! I KNOW WHERE THE POPE IS!"

"Pope?"

"The Tyrant of the Church people! I know where she lives! I can take you there!"

This just got way more interesting.