My Wife is a Dead Villainess, and I'm Her Living Weapon-Chapter 164: Bottleneck

"Uhm, before that, can you please call them off? They’re kind of terrifying."

Even while kneeling, the treants stared her down. It was like being watched by thousands of hunting dogs that would tear you apart the moment the right command was given.

Bloom’s eyes darted around the weaponized treants a few meters away from her. Although she was a dryad, her proportions were human and were barely above 180 cm. Meanwhile, the smallest of the treants was over 200 cm and dozens surrounded her.

Elian snapped his fingers, and the Weapons all stood up. Then, with awkward movements, they all wobbled together and fell into formation.

"Lead us to him."

At his command, Blooms nervously bowed her head repeatedly and said in a fluster, "Yes! Please leave it to me, Mr. Reed! It’s in that direction!"

The dryad then levitated from the ground and floated through the air like a bird. As if freed from gravity, she flowed through the forest like a tree blown by a strong breeze.

"I don’t like her..."

Elian couldn’t help but smile at his lover’s comment. Apart from Charlotte, Bianca in general disliked any woman she came across. Given that she didn’t even acknowledge them before, it was an improvement.

But Elian knew deep down why she felt that way. Her irritation stemmed from a desire to monopolize him and an irrational fear of being left for another. If one were to ask why he knew, it was simply because he felt the same way.

Hugging her waist tighter, the Tyrant rubbed his cheek against Bianca’s and whispered, "It’s fine, I only have eyes for you alone, Bianca."

Her body flinched. Bianca gazed deep into his eyes, her lips quivering. She came closer and gave him a soft kiss.

"Hmph! Since when have you been so good with words? I forbid you from seducing anyone else in this manner."

"Yes. Yes. I won’t. Should I put on a mask like before? That way no one but you can see my face," Elian teased.

Despite his ridiculous joke, Bianca furrowed her eyebrows and contemplated in silence.

Cute.

Figuring that they needed to get back on track, Elian picked up Bianca in a bridal carry and followed Blooms. The army of treants marched in step behind him.

Elian turned back and commanded his army. "Ah, the trees here might be beings; do not knock them over until I say so."

Creak!

The new golems bowed in understanding, albeit awkwardly.

As they walked forward, Bianca rested her head on Elian’s chest. Noticing her seeming lack of energy, the Tyrant asked his lover as he walked, "Is something the matter?"

"I was just thinking that it might be time to create more Psychomancers."

"Oh? And here I thought you were still mulling over me showing my face to women."

"It’s related," Bianca scoffed as she pinched Elian’s arm. "From this point on, I want you to show your face only when it’s just the two of us."

"How obsessive," Elian smirked.

"It’s not that. If you truly meant to weaponize your image, having a face makes you relatable. Also, having a face gives you weak points; you still haven’t fixed your bad habit of leaving your helmet open."

"But I don’t really mind losing my eyes, face, or head. It actually helps me in battle since my enemies are misled into thinking that I lost something of value."

Bianca then gripped Elian’s face with both hands and pouted.

"I am aware, Elian. But you are no longer just a Weapon, you are my soon-to-be husband. What woman enjoys seeing her spouse dismembered? I know that I am being meddlesome, but I can’t help it," the witch murmured in low spirits.

However, Elian merely grabbed her hand and pressed it against his cheek.

"No, I understand. Even if your actual body is your soulgem, I wouldn’t want to see your soul body hurt," he agreed. "I am sorry, Bianca. I will get stronger. Strong enough that you won’t see my hurt like that in the future."

Pleased that he did not argue, Bianca pulled her hand away and again rested her head on Elian’s chest.

"Thank you. I would like that. But I can’t help thinking that the fastest way to ensure you do not get hurt is to increase the number of Weapons around you. Then I noticed I am the bottleneck."

"Bottleneck?"

"Yes, I know that most of the first-generation Weapons can use Golem Lake. But even if they reconstruct the bodies of all you have killed, only I can make them move. Thus, no matter how many Weapons we make, they cannot multiply without my personal involvement."

Elian couldn’t help but nod.

Golem Lake was a skill any Weapon could use. The problem was the vast majority of Weapons that they brought up had incomplete egos. Or rather, creating the shell was the easy part. The souls were the issue.

He gave the Weapons form—but Bianca gave them life. Without her, they were just shells. Only she could shift the tide of any war by bringing back the dead. The factions’ strength was more dependent on Bianca than it was on Elian.

Just having one Psychomancer had that much of an impact.

Even without him, Bianca had the potential to resurrect any and all beings that died around her. Necromancers were famous in fiction for this very ability.

It was a power that defied common sense and had already entered the realm of gods.

"As expected of Silent and Bastion’s daughter! Young witch, you wield mana no human should possess! How did you even manage to get Psychomancer?"

"The current Tyrant of Virexar aims to become immortal. Psychomancers are a race thought to be extinct. It is not just us. Should you fight in the crucible. Many will covet what is yours."

The words of Sunny and Yearns replayed in Elian’s mind.

Psychomancer, it was Bianca’s third job, one she supposedly took in order to overcome the short lifespan of her body. By turning her body into a vessel and becoming a lich, she staved off death and managed to come back.

Although Elian knew most of Bianca’s secrets, there were some they had yet to talk about. One of which was how she became a Psychomancer to begin with.

Jobs were based on Talents, Elian knew that. So in order to gain Psychomancer, one would assume Bianca first needed to own the required Talent. As she only had two, it would be Bianca’s SSS-ranked Eternal.

Hmm. Granting that she could give me Forged, then was Eternal something she gave herself via potion? So it is something you gained because of Alchemist?

Unable to stop himself from contemplating, Elian felt the surrounding air turn noticeably colder within a few moments. A phenomenon he had already grown sensitive to because of whom he treasured.

He shifted Bianca, who was in his arms, to check on her.

"Are you all right, Bianca?"

Bianca’s eyes grew wide, and her breathing suddenly turned shallow and ragged. Unable to understand what had happened, Elian stopped walking and created a chair from Living Metal.

He lowered Bianca to sit on his lap and began brushing her back while reassuring her.

"I am here, Bianca. You are not alone."

Like a mantra, Elian kept repeating this one phrase.

Despite another Tyrant requesting his presence, Elian dropped everything and just focused on his Anchor’s mental state. It took a few minutes for Bianca to settle down. When she did, she looked at Elian and could barely speak. Her body shivered uncontrollably from unease.

"It is as you guessed, Elian. I forced my second job to be Alchemist. Much like how I created your potion, I created a formula that gave one Psychomancer."

The Tyrant wanted to say words of reassurance, but he remained silent.

If Bianca could create more potions for Psychomancer, that would allow them even greater power. But right now, that notion hardly mattered; what did was why Bianca was emotionally unsettled.

"I... the potion... it’s..."

Unable to continue coherently, both Bianca’s mind and heart were in chaos. Seeing this, Elian held Bianca’s hand gently and pressed his forehead against hers.

"Bianca, I love you," he said calmly. "What you fear, no matter what it is, we will face it together. Tell me, I am here for you."

At his words, he felt Bianca’s body settle down. Her shivering stopped and her breathing normalized. The Witch’s hand gripped his hand like a lifeline, and she surrendered her body weight to her lover.

"One of the ingredients of the Psychomancer’s potion was a fragment of a Psychomancer’s soulgem..."

Despite her stopping mid-sentence, Elian understood the implication.

If one needed a Psychomancer to make another, then someone had to die for Bianca to become one. And judging from her reaction, the one that did was someone close to her.

Not rushing her, Elian simply massaged Bianca’s hand as he waited.

"It was Dr. Magnolia Dawson."

"Huh?"

The Tyrant’s brain froze at what he heard. He couldn’t understand what Bianca had shared.

"Dr. Magnolia Dawson was not human. She was a Crucible race known as a Psychomancer. She hid on Earth and fell in love with Chad Dawson."

Elian couldn’t furrow his eyebrows in confusion. "Wait, didn’t you say that they were assassinated by Heaven’s fist because of the Crows?"

Bianca nodded meekly, "Yes. By giving me her soulgem, she turned mortal. I learned of it only afterwards. I was the reason my benefactor died... If I hadn’t become a Psychomancer, she would still have been alive... I killed her..."

Annoyed, Elian silenced her with a kiss; after they parted, he declared in a voice that left no room for doubt.

"No, you did not. She died because Heaven’s fist killed her."

"But..."

Elian couldn’t help but sigh. Being in love with someone meant not only enjoying their affection and love; it also meant seeing the darkness they hid within. And proportional to her beauty and strength, Bianca had many skeletons in her closet.

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