The Teddy Bear Sends the Insomniac Villain to Dreamland - Chapter 16

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Chapter 16
The daily life of Leblanc Mansion was peaceful, contrary to how it was depicted in the original work.
As spring drew to a close, sunlight streamed even into the mansion’s typically dark and eerie atmosphere.
The Terrace in Blake’s room.
I lay sprawled across the blanket that Ronald had specially made for me, my short legs crossed, surveying the desolate expanse of the Garden below.
Despite the verdant leaves scattered about, it was a garden where even a demon might leap out.
‘How did he manage this?’
The Garden exuded such wicked energy that even demons could learn a thing or two from it.
No wonder the original novel spoke of demons dwelling in Leblanc Mansion and such nonsense.
If it were up to me, I would have filled that Garden with hydrangeas and planted pale pink roses near a small table where one could take tea.
Lost in such idle musings, I was whiling away the tedious hours.
“Hey, you all. Did you hear that rumor?”
“What rumor?”
Voices chattered near the Garden just below the Terrace. They sounded like servants.
My ears perked up at the sound of servants gossiping while snapping laundry.
Listening to rumors was always entertaining.
“You know that social gathering the eldest young master attends with other noble heirs? Well, my friend works as a servant at this social club called Billiards where the gathering is held.”
“Oh, I heard they make good money there. Do they hire male servants too? How much do the male servants earn?”
“That’s not the important part! There’s a reason the wages are so high! The eldest young master apparently caused quite a commotion at Billiards!”
My eyes rolled with curiosity as I glanced inward toward the room.
I recalled Blake, a natural homebody, going out a few days ago and returning.
It had seemed like an ordinary outing, so I hadn’t paid much attention.
Could something have happened then?
I found myself concentrating intently. The servants had no idea Blake had left his window open as they chattered away enthusiastically.
Well, it made sense—Blake usually kept his window closed, so they felt free to converse openly.
“What happened?”
A servant standing in the center of the huddled group spoke.
“The young master was just sitting back on the sofa, looking over documents, when a maid accidentally kicked his foot as she passed by.”
“Oh no!”
As if a minor brush was something to fuss over.
I was growing bewildered at the servants’ dramatic gasps when it struck me.
‘Wait. I know this story!’
The original work suddenly flashed through my mind.
From my dusty, distant memories, one scene surfaced with difficulty.
Blake had continued reading his report, unmoved even by the female employee who had kicked his foot.
Yet in that moment, his sharp senses flickered to life.
That employee.
…He had never seen her before.
Since this was an exclusive establishment catering to noble ladies and gentlemen, even the staff rarely changed.
He knew most faces, but this woman was a stranger.
Moreover, that aura of killing intent….
‘An assassin.’
But whose? Who was she targeting?
I couldn’t tell, but Blake shot up from his seat immediately.
Then he swiftly pursued the woman as she slipped away from the room. As his footsteps quickened and he drew dangerously close, nearly colliding with her—
The woman spun around in an instant and drew a dagger.
“Die… gah!”
But the woman couldn’t finish her words.
Blake caught the dagger that was about to pierce her chest with ease, and he exhaled a weary sigh as she collapsed forward.
Before I could even identify her, the woman bit down on poison.
The moment the blade would have pierced her, she must have bitten the poison capsule to commit suicide.
Now she lay dead, the poison having spread through her entire body the instant her assassination attempt failed.
“What is all this commotion….”
“Good heavens! Young Master Leblanc, what have you done!”
Everyone gasped in horror at the sight of the female employee, now a corpse with skin turned deathly pale.
…How tiresome this has become.
Yet he left the scene with perfect composure. He heard murmuring even as he closed the door, but paid it no mind.
“Find out whose assassin she was.”
The shadows following him scattered swiftly.
Days later, a sinister rumor spread that Blake Leblanc had killed an employee who accidentally touched him.
Everyone lamented that of all people, she had to touch the young master of Leblanc, and that no one could punish him for it.
Ah, how troublesome.
I wondered if it might be that story.
Sure enough, the maid telling the tale hesitated before continuing.
“But you see… the young master apparently followed that employee and killed her! And it happened so quickly that no one even saw it.”
“What?! Is that… really true?”
“It’s true, I’m telling you! And the scariest part is that the young master was clearly holding a dagger, yet not a single drop of blood came from the dead employee’s body, you know?”
“…I heard rumors that he likes bear dolls, so I thought he had some charming contradictions. But that wasn’t it at all….”
“Right? We all need to be careful around him.”
The maids, chattering nervously about how frightening it all was, soon left with their laundry.
…Wait, that’s not it.
That employee seemed to be an incredibly dangerous assassin!
What happened after that? Did Blake expose the employee’s true identity?
Did he clear up the misunderstanding that had accumulated against me?
I tried hard to recall what happened next, but unfortunately my memory was hazy.
I quickly rose from my seat and poked my head cautiously into the room.
“Blake.”
Blake was still sitting near the fireplace, reading a book.
At my call, his violet eyes turned slowly toward me.
His gaze asked what I wanted.
“Have you killed any staff members at the Billiards recently?”
“…Yes.”
His gaze lingered for a moment as if asking how I knew, before he gave a brief answer.
His tone was casual. Watching him return his attention to the book he’d been reading, I asked again.
“That staff member was an assassin, wasn’t he?”
“…What are you? How did you know that?”
As I thought. I knew it.
I scurried right up to him and settled onto the sofa across from him.
It took a moment to climb up, but he waited patiently for me.
Then he asked me again.
“How did you know?”
“Well, you know. I’m a witch? There’s nothing I don’t know!”
He clearly didn’t believe me. Urged to be honest, I eventually shrugged and spilled everything.
“Actually, I overheard the servants talking earlier. Apparently, a friend of theirs works at the social club you frequent.”
“…I see. But then how did you know that staff member was an assassin?”
“If you think about it logically, you can figure it out. You’re someone who listens to my story even though we just met, so there’s no way you’d hurt a staff member just because they accidentally kicked you.”
I know you’re not a bad person.
Smiling brightly at him, I noticed his eyes, which had been fixed on his book, were now looking back at me.
“So I made an educated guess. An assassin, right?”
“…Yes.”
“Who sent the assassin?”
“I don’t know. After they took their own life, nothing came out.”
Ah, so the original novel never covered what happened after that?
While I was lost in thought, Blake said something odd.
“Since the staff is composed entirely of women in the inner quarters, it wasn’t easy to gain access.”
“…Huh? Female staff? You’re saying there are only female staff members right now?”
Blake nodded briefly.
That was strange. I could have sworn that maid earlier was a male servant.
While I was turning it over in my mind, he spoke in a calm voice.
“It’s common.”
“What is? Being mistaken for a murderer?”
“…What does it matter?”
Again, another defensive answer.
Even knowing he was being misunderstood, he always maintained that detached attitude.
Had he never wanted to clarify that he wasn’t a bad person?
“It matters to me.”
“….”
His expression asking “why?” was completely transparent. His true feelings were so easy to read at times like this.
“I’d prefer my contractor to be a good person if possible. But fortunately, even though you’re a bit prickly and have a bad temperament, you’re a good person.”
“Say just one thing—whether it’s praise or insult.”
“You’re quite greedy yourself.”
“It’s not greed, it’s…!”
I smiled softly as I watched him grow emotional.
“If it wasn’t something you did, then you can say it wasn’t. Protecting yourself is your own responsibility. Don’t give up on yourself so easily. There are definitely people around you who believe in you.”
I’ll believe what you say first, no matter what others think.
I wondered if, having said this much, things would be different the next time a situation like this arose.
Even if they weren’t, that was fine.
If these words made Blake think twice about himself going forward, then that alone would be some progress.
“….”
No particular response came from him.
But so what.
I bounced off the sofa. I needed to do what I could for Blake right now.
I hurried over and grabbed his firm legs.
As I struggled to climb onto his lap, I caught sight of his bewildered gaze.
“Ah, when you’re feeling this wronged, looking at something cute really does ease your heart a bit.”
There was no response.
But he didn’t tell me to get down either.
Sitting on his lap—firm but now quite comfortable—I found myself pondering the misunderstandings that had surrounded Blake when I first encountered him.
Now that I thought about it, Blake hadn’t become a villain overnight.
Without realizing it, these absurd misunderstandings had accumulated and accumulated until he became a villain—that much was certain.
Imagining the lonely and burdensome time he must have felt in the original story, my heart grew heavy.
‘But there’s no need to feel gloomy about it.’
I just needed to think about what I could do for Blake, one thing at a time from now on.
Blake, trust your older sister.
Starting tomorrow, you’re graduating from being a villain.

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