My Wife is a Dead Villainess, and I'm Her Living Weapon

Katri Valkama was an office worker; she had never joined in combat and was still at low Dawn tier when Elian met her. Charlotte, although a little better off, was in the same boat.

And unlike Yearns, Blooms, and Burny, they were human. They were biologically inferior in mana pools compared to the other races.

Bianca scowled. As a Psychomancer, she knew exactly what it meant. "Look, you two, you may think you get what it takes, but you don’t. Psychomancers are beings who wield immense mana. Humans cannot do it while still alive. You two will have to die!"

However, neither Katri nor Charlotte flinched.

"I pretty much guessed it, Bianca, and I don’t mind."

"I get to stay youthful forever, and look at you; what inconveniences do you even have as a ghost?"

Taken off guard, the witch grew anxious. "What? That is not the point! The odds are not even 60%! You will be gambling with your lives! If you fail, you die!"

"Considering it gives you the power to revive the dead, that seems fair," Katri answered.

"Yeah, if I succeed, I will no longer be a bystander. But an immortal. To expect it to be easy is just foolish."

Elian cleared his throat and answered in Bianca’s place, "Know that Psychomancers cannot hold anything without mana. Prior to meeting me, Bianca spent a decade locked in a small cave, even unable to leave. Such a fate may befall you; are you truly sure you want this?"

Bianca looked down and tightened her grip on Elian’s hand. Although she was no longer in that dark place, it had taken a toll on both her mind and sanity.

"Char, you in particular have Ned to consider. You are asking him to watch you die. Even if you do come back, you will never truly be human anymore. Please reconsider." Elian then looked at Ned and urged him as well, "Ned, reason with her. This process is irreversible."