The Teddy Bear Sends the Insomniac Villain to Dreamland - Chapter 19

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Chapter 19
“…This is absurd.”
Blake returned from meeting Rein and quietly gazed down at the bear doll sprawled across the floor in sleep, limbs splayed without dignity.
In the process, she had even dragged the blanket down to the floor and wrapped it around herself.
“My… wine!”
Well, well. Now she was even talking in her sleep.
“Max! Wine… leave it!”
She called out the name Max, whatever dream she was having.
Max… that must be the butler she had bragged about before.
She seemed so close and loyal to him that he even appeared in her dreams.
A peculiar emotion flickered in his violet eyes as he gazed at Vivian.
When Ronald, who should have been with Vivian, arrived with Rein, Blake couldn’t help but ask about her whereabouts.
‘Where did you leave Vivian?’
‘Ah, she’s resting in her room right now…’
‘Don’t lie to me.’
When Ronald insisted he couldn’t speak with Rein present, Blake told him he already knew of Vivian’s existence, and the truth finally spilled out.
Thus I learned the full story from Ronald. Apparently, she had made quite a fuss trying to clear up the misunderstandings that had accumulated toward me.
Ronald apologized profusely and withdrew, but not before defending Vivian at the end.
‘She seems to care for you greatly, young master. She was quite sincere—singing and everything—determined to dispel all of Blake’s misunderstandings.’
‘Hahahaha! Ah, that’s hilarious, Commander! She even puts you to sleep and clears up misunderstandings and makes you laugh! I want that doll too!’
‘Rein. Shut your mouth.’
Upon hearing this, Rein was surprised that she still possessed that peculiar bear doll, then burst into laughter.
Why did she always rush forward to resolve his misunderstandings?
Why did she always insist on standing by his side?
For Blake, who had never relied on anyone in his entire life, it was an unfamiliar emotion.
Did this bear doll truly believe he wasn’t a bad person?
“Mine… leave it!”
The blanket she kicked flew through the air before falling back down.
“Sigh.”
As she thrashed about with the blanket, making a mess of everything, Blake quietly tidied it up and draped it over her again.
Then he lay down quietly beside her. For some reason, he had no desire to wake this bear doll and question her.
Even by his own assessment, he felt considerably weakened, but only for tonight. Tomorrow, he would excise this unsettling and awkward emotion with surgical precision.
Opening one’s heart was synonymous with inviting pain.
The long, lonely night continued still. Perhaps it would never end.
Until then, Vivian was merely a formal collaborator bound to him by contract.
Nothing more, nothing less.
As Blake murmured these thoughts, his gaze darkened once more with the descending night.
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That night.
Molly, a maid at Leblanc Mansion, lay on a creaking bed.
“Sleep well, Molly.”
“You too!”
Molly answered cheerfully and pulled the cord to extinguish the light.
Soon after her roommate began snoring loudly, Molly gazed up at the dark ceiling and heaved a deep sigh.
“Sigh…”
Was this mission a failure?
‘Spread the rumor that Blake Leblanc killed someone at the Social Club. The payment will be generous.’
Molly had received the mission a week ago.
It was on the way back from shopping with the kitchen maid.
‘Make the servants of Leblanc Mansion tremble with fear. Your job is to paint Blake Leblanc as a demon incarnate.’
‘Understood.’
She had been doing this work for five years now.
Thanks to “that person” who consistently slipped her money and assigned her missions, Molly could regularly send funds to her impoverished family.
If this job succeeded, she could have earned quite a substantial sum.
‘What was that note anyway?’
The rumor was nearly complete, crafted using the easily swayed servants around her.
She had carefully approached each person, one by one, taking pains to ensure the rumor didn’t sound too forced!
But a single note had completely reversed the situation.
With logical reasoning appended to it, all the servants had suddenly agreed with the note’s contents.
In that atmosphere, insisting further that the rumor was true would only make her look more suspicious, so Molly ultimately backed down.
‘Such a waste of my effort.’
Thinking of the lost payment, sleep simply wouldn’t come.
After tossing and turning for a while, Molly finally threw off her blanket and slipped out of bed.
Outside the Maid’s Quarters stretched a pitch-black night sky.
How should she explain this?
If she reported the failure, that person would surely not only withhold payment but also refrain from assigning her missions for some time.
Unlike her expectation of an easy success, the hollow failure weighed heavily on her.
Was there any way to earn the money again?
But if she kept pushing, she might arouse suspicion among those around her.
Just as everyone had said when they gathered earlier, Young Master Blake was indeed terrifying enough to keep one’s distance, but he had never harmed the mansion’s servants.
Rather, it was a workplace where wages came in regularly and reliably.
‘…There’s no helping it. I’ll drop it this time.’
Though she regretted the lost payment from the failed espionage mission, she couldn’t abandon the steady income she earned by continuing to work at Leblanc Mansion.
Still, it was impossible to ignore the burning frustration.
As Molly crouched on the bench placed right beside the Maid’s Quarters, gazing only at the stars to catch some fresh air, it happened.
Rustle.
The branches covering the bench trembled with a sound.
She thought it must be the wind and tried not to pay attention.
Rustle, rustle.
This time, twice.
The moment the unmistakable sound reached her ears, Molly bolted upright.
This was Leblanc Mansion.
No one could simply break into this estate.
Then what was it?
Could it be a small animal?
I was about to turn toward the source of the sound while still standing.
Something leaped from the tree and bounded down to the ground.
Before the startled Molly could even scream, a brown furry mass moved with surprising speed and clamped her mouth shut.
A teddy bear stood before me, grinning wickedly, and I felt the soft, plush sensation against my lips as I blinked.
And then…
It spoke.
“Hello, Molly. So you’re the spy in this mansion.”
Yes, speech.
It opened its mouth and formed sentences, attempting to converse with me.
Molly tried to flee in panic, but her body wouldn’t move.
More precisely, her body simply wouldn’t obey.
“Ah, you won’t be able to move. I used a bit of power.”
When the soft paw released my mouth, I exhaled sharply and trembled as I asked.
“W-who are you?”
The teddy bear’s pale green eyes gleamed faintly in the darkness. The cute bear’s appearance contrasted starkly with its calm and beautiful gaze, which seemed deeply suspicious.
At the same time, it seemed like something not of this world.
The bear grinned as if it had heard an amusing question.
“Me? Blake’s guardian angel.”
The answer came without hesitation, and Molly’s brown eyes blinked slowly.
“I… beg your pardon?”
“A guardian angel. You don’t know what that is?”
Of course I knew what a guardian angel was.
But wasn’t that something that only appeared in fairy tales I’d read as a child?
It was a being I’d only believed in during those innocent, carefree days when I knew nothing of the world’s hardships.
But guardian angels actually exist?
Molly’s sharp eyes darted about, trying to comprehend the situation.
Yet her body still wouldn’t move, and the talking bear before her was a being beyond her understanding.
The bear leaped from her shoulder back onto the bench. Then it asked quietly.
“Who sent you to spy?”
Had I been caught spying?
Molly swallowed hard, tense. I couldn’t let my cover slip here.
Molly quickly forced an innocent, bright smile.
“I-I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else. I’ve never done anything like…”
“Is your friend who works at the Social Club a woman or a man?”
“Yes, yes?”
Molly’s sharp mind spun rapidly, her thoughts whirling.
Why was she asking this?
The rumor about hearing gossip from a friend at the Social Club—I had fabricated that setting entirely on my own.
After all, there weren’t many people working at the Social Club, and since it was a difficult place to get into, not many people knew anyone there. I had exploited that fact.
So what had gone wrong?
Molly pondered.
‘No, this could actually be a trap.’
Was this suspicious bear doll, who claimed to be a guardian angel, deliberately testing me?
But her thoughts didn’t linger long.
Vivian, the bear doll and Blake’s guardian angel, placed one hand on her hip with a sharp motion.
“I’ll give you three seconds. Answer.”
If you can’t, then you’re a spy.
Got it?
The sinister smile spreading across her face was far too menacing to be called that of a guardian angel.

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