The Teddy Bear Sends the Insomniac Villain to Dreamland - Chapter 12

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Chapter 12
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“…Young Master’s…”
“…teddy bear?”
The maids’ bewildered murmurs faded into an uncomfortable silence.
Blake, who had been quietly observing the two pairs of eyes blinking slowly in disbelief, adjusted his hold on me once more.
“Gasp—Y-Young Master.”
The maids gasped in surprise and hurried to offer their greetings, the air turning frigid as if time itself had frozen.
Yet their gazes remained fixed upon me in his hands, unable to tear themselves away.
“Found you, my teddy bear”—his words had certainly been bold and striking.
Before the Leblanc Family’s taciturn and difficult eldest young master, they dared not ask questions, though I could guess what occupied their thoughts without hearing a word.
—Wait, did Young Master Blake just call that doll “my teddy bear”?
—Yeah, I think he did.
Blake turned away, still cradling me, as I watched the silent exchange of glances between the two maids with a peculiar unease.
As he strode purposefully down the corridor, distancing himself from the servants, I caught fragments of whispered conversation trailing behind him.
“Am I losing my mind? Or is the Young Master…”
“Let’s just say we’re the ones losing it.”
“Right? My goodness, us too.”
“Hehehehe.”
They’re gossiping about you, Blake.
Can’t you hear them?
Should I tell him or not?
Either way—ignorant or informed—he didn’t seem like he’d be pleased.
But if it were me…
“Tell me everything! It’s my choice how to handle it!” I would have said.
Nestled securely in his arms, I gazed at his disheveled silver hair gleaming above his refined forehead, matted from exertion, and spoke with deliberate seriousness.
“Blake. Your charming servants just whispered that the Young Master might be losing his mind. Did you hear that?”
“….”
As I suspected. He hadn’t heard.
I knew it!
Those words had reached my ears with perfect clarity—the keen hearing of a witch. I relayed the message to him with renewed gravity.
“Oh, and they said they’d just chalk it up to their own madness instead. Quite generous of them, don’t you think?”
“Be quiet.”
“They said you and I don’t match at all. That you probably never carried around a teddy bear as a child.”
“…Sigh.”
“And they said I’m filthy—like, really filthy? But am I actually that dirty?”
As I examined my yellowish arm while nestled in his embrace, his violet eyes, which had been fixed forward until then, swept slowly over my form from top to bottom.
Yes. Filthy indeed.
Right, I didn’t even need to ask.
“You know you just said that with your eyes, right? I’m genuinely offended.”
He exhaled deeply and clenched his teeth.
He returned to the room with hurried steps, nearly breaking into a run, and slammed the door shut with a resounding bang.
“You startled me.”
The moment I flinched and my shoulders trembled, he paused briefly before setting me down gently on the bed, his expression twisting into something fearsome.
Those eyes I had thought innocent hardened into a sharp, piercing gaze as he looked down at me.
With an expression suggesting he didn’t know where to even begin, he ran his hand roughly through his hair.
“Do you remember what I told you? To stay still and behave?”
“Well, I thought I’d stay quietly in the room. But it’s been such a long time since I’ve been out in the Human World, and I got a little excited.”
I awkwardly scratched the back of my head. I had never intended to put Blake in a difficult position.
“This is the Human World, just as you said. If you were truly a witch who had lost her powers, you should have been afraid of this place. The Crown Prince was here today. If that suspicious man had caught sight of you, what were you thinking pulling a stunt like this?”
His tone, usually as emotionless and blunt as stone, carried a note of agitation.
“The Crown Prince?”
“Yes. If that man had seen you, he would have immediately torn your body to shreds for an autopsy to expose your true identity. It seems you didn’t even consider that.”
I awkwardly repositioned myself on the bed, my eyes darting about.
He was angry.
And rightfully so.
He had told me to stay put, and venturing outside was entirely my fault—a hundred times over, a thousand times over.
‘But being confined to that room felt suffocating….’
This didn’t seem like the right moment to mention that.
How should I apologize?
‘When apologizing, give it your all! That’s the best approach.’
I drew in a deep breath and was about to bow my head and cry out.
“Blake, I’m truly sor— Ack!”
Before I could finish, my head’s weight proved too much, and I tumbled off the bed onto the floor.
“….”
Thud—
I crashed beneath the bed with a loud sound and let out an undignified cry.
Oh, really.
How embarrassing.
I had completely forgotten my three-part proportions: head, torso, and legs.
My head spun. The spot where I had headbutted the ground seemed to be swelling.
So even with a soft body, pain was still very much a possibility.
Clutching my throbbing head and lifting my gaze, Blake stood frozen in an awkward posture with his palm extended.
Thinking he meant to help, I placed my soft hand over his, but he quickly withdrew it.
I stumbled again as a result, though this time I managed to avoid falling.
I wanted to ask what he was doing, but this wasn’t the time for that.
As a well-mannered witch, I didn’t forget the apology I had been about to give.
“So what I was trying to say is! I’m truly sorry. Let me bow and apologize properly.”
As soon as I bowed, my heavy head caused my waist to fold in half.
Perhaps because the posture was more respectful than expected, Blake said nothing more.
Instead, for some reason, he caught me as I stumbled, his gaze holding a complex emotion, and lifted me back onto the bed.
“Sigh… what was I thinking, having a conversation with a teddy bear.”
Yet his hands, contrary to his words, held me with such tenderness—a gentleness I’d come to recognize every time.
“Have you calmed down now?”
“I’ve lost the will to be angry, so let’s just drop it.”
Whether losing the will to be angry was good or bad for me, I couldn’t say. But what mattered was that we’d gotten past it smoothly.
“I have something I’m curious about.”
Blake, who had been lost in thought for a while, finally spoke, his tone gentler than before.
“Anything!”
“If you’re really a witch, how did you end up inside that doll?”
It was a sharp question. Or perhaps, one that absolutely needed to be asked.
And there was this strange, suspicious teddy bear whose true nature even I didn’t yet understand.
I recalled the moment I first entered this doll and explained the simple sequence of events that had led to this situation.
“—Then when the teddy bear fell on my head, something flashed. And when I came to my senses, my body was already inside it.”
As I tapped my plump belly, his gaze shifted to it.
His eyes lingered there for quite some time, and when I nudged my belly to the side, his gaze followed.
Why was he staring like that? Was it really so fascinating?
“You don’t mean when I was struggling with Rein over the doll and it fell, do you?”
“Yes, exactly then.”
“And you’re asking me to believe that now….”
“But it’s the truth, so what can I do.”
I could see Blake’s expression growing increasingly distorted.
But think about it.
How dark must my heart have been, becoming a teddy bear before I could even finish the thought of reclaiming the portal.
Seeing my troubled expression, he slowly rubbed his chin with a measured hand. His long eyes narrowed slightly, creasing gently.
In his gaze, which seemed to be discerning the truth, I could still feel his wariness as he quietly scanned me from head to toe.
I accepted his prolonged scrutiny and voiced the question I’d been wanting to ask since before.
“I’m the one who’s curious. Where did you get this teddy bear?”
No matter how much magic a witch had lost, a magical vessel powerful enough to contain a witch born with such an inherently vast magical conduit was unheard of.
I’d never even heard of such a thing.
Therefore, this teddy bear was no ordinary object.
‘Blake said he’d bought it from someone.’
That’s what I’d overheard from the conversation at the Banquet Hall Terrace.
Blake answered my question immediately. It seemed like an easy question for him.
“An old junk dealer who used to come by occasionally.”
“Hmm. So the old junk dealer sold you this doll, and you bought it? There was nothing particularly suspicious about it?”
Could that old junk dealer woman actually be a witch?
This was such a peculiar item that it wouldn’t be strange if it were made by Lora, the eccentric witch from The East.
“Nothing in particular. Besides, I was told to report if the old woman came back, but there’s been no word yet. I was planning to search, but she might have already fled.”
“How troublesome. Did the old woman leave any parting words? Anything is fine.”
“I think I may have mentioned it wasn’t an ordinary object….”
“Exactly! I knew it!”
“Do you know anything about the doll?”
“No. Not at all.”
“….”
Of course I knew nothing about it.
“Why are you looking at me like that!”
From the way he gazed at me with such disdain, I could read the unspoken question in his eyes—was I truly a witch?
“This simply isn’t my area of expertise. Oh, but Lora might know something about it.”
“Who is Lora?”
“The witch who rules The East. There’s nothing she doesn’t know about magical artifacts. I even saw you in a newspaper she created.”
“A newspaper… You’re telling me witches have such things in their world?”
“Of course! You’d probably faint in shock if you saw it. It’s Lora’s masterpiece—a newspaper with moving photographs!”
The desires of witches were truly incomprehensible.
What had been unbearably tedious then now felt like something I missed.
“So how would I go about meeting this witch named Lora?”
“First, you’d need to find a portal and cross over into the Non-Human World.”
“A portal?”
“It’s essentially a gateway connecting the Human World and the Non-Human World. As far as I know, the portal disappeared about two hundred years ago. Which means humans and witches haven’t had any contact for roughly two centuries.”
“Then how did you cross over?”
“That’s what I’d like to know too. I’m not sure what triggered it, but the portal suddenly opened. After that, as I mentioned, I tumbled into the Human World and met you.”
Which made it all the more curious—where on earth had the portal that little witch Annie hurled at me come from?
“So, to ask this witch Lora, I first need to find this thing called a portal.”
Blake, who had been listening quietly to my words, summarized the situation neatly in a single sentence.
He truly was a sharp-minded human.
“Exactly. Now we’re getting somewhere.”
“…Hey.”
“Anyway, if we can just reopen the portal, we won’t even need to find the old woman! I can escape this doll form, and we might even find a witch who can break your curse. How about that—killing two birds with one stone?”
“So what you’re asking is for me to help you find the portal?”
“That’s essentially it. You’ll help, won’t you?”
Finally, the conversation was making progress, and my heart soared. With both hands clasped tightly together and eyes sparkling with anticipation, I awaited his eager agreement.
But the answer that came was not what I had expected.
“I don’t want to.”

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