The Teddy Bear Sends the Insomniac Villain to Dreamland - Chapter 10

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Chapter 10
Why did being called special make me so embarrassed?
Such an innocent young man.
Mana Charging was a rare ability rarely seen anywhere.
In truth, calling him special felt almost insufficient—he was nothing short of extraordinary fortune for me.
“You’re like a four-leaf clover. An elongated, unusually handsome four-leaf clover. Because to me, you’re my luck.”
As I met his gaze steadily and smiled brightly, the corners of his mouth twitched as if threatening to curve upward.
How amusing.
Cursed and shattered beyond repair, denied even the heroine’s love, yet possessing an innocence unbefitting a villain who should have been twisted—that was Blake.
‘So this is who Blake truly is.’
I didn’t know everything yet, but if there was one thing I’d noticed about him so far, it was that he was far more bashful about praise than appearances would suggest.
“Right now, you are the source of my power. Only you fill me completely.”
“I understand, so… can’t you just stop talking for a moment?”
He raised his palm and pressed it against my mouth.
As I moved my lips against his large, pale hand, he quickly withdrew it.
Seeing such natural gestures, it seemed his guard had loosened somewhat compared to yesterday.
I rolled my eyes meaningfully and smiled at him with intent.
“So, Blake, can you trust me a little now?”
“No.”
Seizing the moment, his response came swift and cold.
“Why? Do you still think I’m some special object created by a sorcerer, or… what was it again?”
“A Demon Beast.”
“Right! You think I look like a Demon Beast?”
“…That’s not it exactly. But you could be a spy sent by another house or a cartel hostile to me to assassinate me…”
He trailed off abruptly mid-sentence.
Even he seemed to recognize the absurdity of an assassin sent to kill him sprawled flat on the bed sleeping first.
Especially after he’d held me in his sleep-talking embrace until morning.
“…In any case, you’re a suspicious existence.”
“I’m not! Stop saying that! I’m not suspicious!”
Or was I?
Was a witch truly a suspicious existence?
Come to think of it, Blake was a human who’d never lived in an era with portals, so it made sense that witches were unfamiliar to him.
To someone like him, I was indeed suspicious, strange, and peculiar!
Once I accepted it cleanly, my mind felt at ease. I crossed my arms and nodded firmly.
“Now that I think about it, I probably am suspicious. A witch—something you’d only see in fairy tales, right? That’s fair. Am I perhaps frightening to you?”
“Not at all.”
He stared intently at my round nose as he answered.
“So you don’t want to kill me right away?”
“If I’d wanted to kill you, I would have done it long ago. Regardless of whatever you say about being able to put me to sleep or not.”
“Then why haven’t you killed me until now?”
“That’s….”
Just then, a gentle knock interrupted our conversation that had been flowing so naturally.
Knock, knock—
“Young Master. It’s Ronald. I apologize for arriving so early in the morning, but I rushed over because I wanted to check if you were alright. I noticed the window to your room was open while I was walking through the Garden earlier….”
At those words, Blake’s gaze shifted toward the wide-open window. He watched the gently swaying curtains in silence for a moment before slowly rising from his seat.
When he opened the door himself, a man with graying hair—clearly a butler—appeared, regarding him with concern.
“I was worried something might have happened. That window has never been opened before, so I found it rather strange….”
“There’s no problem.”
“Then I’m truly relieved.”
Ronald exhaled a sigh of relief before moving on to his next matter.
“Ah, and today is the day the Edwin Crown Prince said he would visit in person. He’s arriving soon, so they’ve finished preparing the Reception Room.”
“…I see.”
After the door closed and I looked at Blake, he was already straightening his appearance.
Just moments ago he’d seemed shocked and startled, but his recovery was impressive.
Having prepared himself in an instant, he glanced at me and said something that could have been either a warning or advice.
“Stay in the room. I need to greet one repulsive human and then return. After that, we’ll talk more. I need to know what you are and where you came from.”
“Okay, okay.”
Wait, Blake was about to leave, but I was definitely trying to say something.
Unable to remember what it was, I rolled my eyes around frantically.
What was it! I really did have something to say!
“…I told you to stay put.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“…I wish you’d at least pretend to listen.”
Blake, who had cast a suspicious glance at me during our brief exchange, disappeared, and I was left alone once more.
Click.
The door closed, and only then did I jump to my feet and smack my forehead in frustration.
I remembered!
Blake has a bird’s nest in his hair.
I needed to tell him that, but he’s already gone.
“Well, there’s nothing I can do about it.”
He said he was meeting someone important?
That gray-haired man who was standing in front of the door said something, but his voice was so quiet I couldn’t hear it properly.
Well, he’ll figure it out on his own!
Surely someone will tell me?
Besides, Blake’s gone to take care of his business, so maybe I should start preparing to go out.
Blake’s warning not to go anywhere had long since slipped from my mind.
Blake told me to stay put, but.
“Well, of course. How could I possibly stay put!”
The weather outside the window was beautiful, and the Human World, which I’d returned to after two hundred years, was refreshingly vibrant as spring arrived.
Blake wouldn’t know, but having already spoken with Eren, I no longer had anything to fear.
I couldn’t possibly let such a golden opportunity slip away!
Embarking on an adventure was a privilege reserved only for the courageous. Though I’d arrived in the Human World by pure chance, I intended to savor every moment before my return.
“Nngh… nnngh. Ugh, this is heavy.”
I gathered the books scattered across the small table beside the bed and, grunting with effort, stacked about five of them by the door.
At last, my hand reached the doorknob.
Click.
The door swung open, and I silently cheered with joy as I slipped swiftly from the room.
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“His Highness Edwin Crown Prince said he would visit by nine o’clock, so we have about ten minutes remaining. I naturally assumed the young master would be in the Reception Room, but I was quite startled to see the window of his chamber standing open.”
“….”
Though no response came, Ronald remained undeterred and followed Blake’s figure with his usual quiet diligence.
The servants they passed on their way to the Reception Room bowed respectfully to them both.
Ronald was the butler who served Blake most closely.
He had remained at Blake’s side from his bright and gentle childhood all the way through to his current role as the taciturn heir of the Leblanc Family.
Thus, there was little Ronald did not know about Blake, and he sensed an unusual vitality emanating from his master’s figure.
Blake’s usual slow and dignified gait was remarkably quickened today.
Moreover, he kept glancing back over his shoulder to check the doorway.
‘What is this?’
Observing Blake’s broad back, which appeared unusually energetic, Ronald tilted his head in puzzlement.
Mornings were always a time when Blake struggled.
When the servants’ chatter drifted through the corridor—evidence of a sleepless night—Blake would begin his daily routine with a deep sigh, as he always did.
The concepts of beginning and end to a day did not apply to Blake.
When exhaustion overtook him, he would cover his face with a book and attempt sleep, yet he always rose in a state of weary exhaustion.
Blake was naturally a man of few words.
The rare words he uttered were mostly unfiltered, bluntly honest remarks.
‘That is why he is so often misunderstood.’
His cold and taciturn nature, combined with an unstable upbringing, had produced the worst possible temperament.
It was lamentable. Had it not been for the curse, he would have lived a happy life.
‘Today will not be easy for him either.’
He had to face Edwin Crown Prince without having slept.
Poor young master.
The atmosphere in the Mansion had grown particularly heavy because neither Duke Leblanc nor the charming Eren was present.
…Though Duke Leblanc’s temperament was not so different from Blake’s anyway, so there was little point dwelling on that.
And now even Eren, the mischievous one who occasionally made Blake smile, had departed yesterday to the Convent to pray for the blessing of restful sleep.
‘He must be in quite a state, having just returned from war.’
As Ronald gazed with such pity, his eyes caught upon something—Blake’s back of the head, which protruded at an odd angle as if pressed down by something.
What on earth was that?
‘…A bird’s nest?’
A nest, bristling and crooked as if a magpie might swoop down at any moment and declare “This is our home!”, had somehow been constructed atop Blake’s head.
Rub rub. Ronald, flustered, heedlessly seized his master’s sleeve and rubbed his eyes frantically.
But even after rubbing my eyes and looking again, that was unmistakably a bird’s nest.
Why did Young Master have such a thing on his head?
Could he not notice his hair was disheveled even though he’d been lying on the sofa incorrectly?
Yet Young Master hadn’t been resting long enough for his hair to become so compressed.
It was a most suspicious case of bedhead.
That bird’s nest looked like a glorious mark that only belonged to someone who had slept most deliciously.

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