The Teddy Bear Sends the Insomniac Villain to Dreamland - Chapter 2

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Chapter 2
“…Hmm? Now that’s a familiar development. Sounds like something straight out of a romance novel!”
“I thought you would enjoy it.”
Max chuckled softly as he met my sparkling gaze.
Why is my heart racing like this?
As I widened my eyes with genuine interest at this plot worthy of a romance novel, Max continued his explanation.
“The newspapers reported that Blake Leblanc, upon learning that the young lady he had harbored feelings for had developed romantic interest in another man, departed for the battlefield alone to avoid interfering in their relationship.”
Though I must say, I’m not sure why a witch’s gazette would bother reporting human affairs.
I dismissed Max’s chatter lightly.
“So, what happened after that?”
“Who knows? I don’t either. I’m not particularly interested, and the newspapers didn’t elaborate on it anyway.”
“…Max.”
At my quiet call, Max’s shoulders trembled.
“Do you know what infuriates people the most?”
“What?”
“Leaving a story unfinished. I mean, what happened after that?! This is driving me mad.”
I thumped my chest in frustration, then slumped back into my chair with disappointment, tilting my head back sharply.
My soft hair, a mysterious blend of red and pink, scattered through the air and dragged across the floor.
“Your hair is sweeping across the floor like a broom. I haven’t even cleaned this room today.”
“Blake Leblanc… why does that name keep sounding so familiar?”
“Perhaps because you just heard that he’s the protagonist of a sensational romance, so your interest was piqued.”
“No, that’s not it. I’m certain I’ve heard that name before.”
Though considerable time had passed, the name felt distinctly familiar from somewhere.
It seemed like a name I’d encountered among the countless romance novels I’d read obsessively in my previous life.
“Hmm….”
As I clutched my head and carefully retraced my memories.
With a pop, Max rushed to the window upon seeing brilliant, multicolored fireworks blooming beautifully across the pitch-black night sky.
“Oh, it seems the little witch who lives nearby has come to visit. She set off a doorbell firework.”
“…Ah, who was it again!”
“The little witch, Annie. You don’t know Annie, one of the few witches living in the Western Territory?”
“Ugh….”
“You’re disqualified as the representative witch of the Western Territory, Vivian. How can you not know the witch living within your own domain when you’re one of the four witches representing each cardinal direction!”
Rising to escape Max’s nagging, I covered one ear with my hand while clutching the newspaper in the other, then teleported to the Garden.
I could still hear Max’s voice crying out, asking where I was running off to now, but I deliberately ignored it.
“Even she’s getting old, it seems.”
It had already been 250 years since I’d taken in and raised a young dragon who had been abandoned by its mother because its wings had been torn off.
Though I never expected it would become such a nag.
“Open sesame.”
With a meaningless incantation, I snapped my fingers and the garden fountain split open to both sides.
I slowly descended the stairs that appeared beneath it.
No matter how many times I racked my brain trying to figure out which original work I’d possessed, I couldn’t get a single lead. So whenever a special report about the Human World appeared in the newspaper, I found myself staring at it.
I sprawled across the sofa in my secret space and unfolded the newspaper I’d been reading earlier.
Blake Leblanc.
Just as Max had said, he was quite the remarkable young man.
“I thought I’d find you here, as expected.”
With a heavy thud, Max entered through the open Underground Chamber door, holding the hand of a small child.
Annie, with her orange hair dotted with freckles, swept off her pointed witch hat and bowed politely.
“Hello! Vivian. I’m Annie! You said you’d show me the Underground Chamber last time, so I came!”
“Hello, Annie. Feel free to look around as much as you’d like.”
“Wow, wow… This is the Underground Chamber of Vivian, the great witch of the Western Territory!”
Gold and jewels that glittered so brilliantly they hurt the eyes.
Around them lay peculiar magical artifacts.
Of course, everything was jumbled together in complete disarray.
“There are so many fascinating things!”
At her adorable reaction, I chuckled and shrugged my shoulders.
“These are all sorts of treasures I’ve collected over 300 years. Be careful, though. Honestly, I just picked up some of these things, so I have no idea what might jump out.”
“Yes, ma’am!”
Annie answered with a crisp salute, her palm open, and quickly became absorbed in the clutter of the Underground Chamber.
I buried my face back in the newspaper, leaning in so far I nearly disappeared into it, intently studying Blake’s face.
Clear and transparent, silver hair that gleamed like stars scattered across the night sky.
Eyes that shone with a violet hue.
A young man with such perfect features that they would never be easily forgotten.
He certainly was handsome.
No matter how many times I looked at him, his face was astoundingly beautiful.
If even the beautiful dragon race would have to concede, then perhaps I could understand.
“Are you still looking at that human man? He may be remarkable, but there are rumors that his personality is worse than that of a Black Dragon.”
“Worse than a Black Dragon? How could a human be like that? Those creatures are absolutely hopeless!”
“Exactly. I heard it’s because he can’t sleep properly due to a curse. But even so, just how terrible of an attitude does he have?”
“Max. What does ‘attitude’ mean? Where did you learn a word like that?”
“From you, Vivian.”
“My apologies.”
A human with a worse personality than a Black Dragon.
As I clicked my tongue, a certain thought suddenly flashed through my mind.
‘Wait.’
When it comes to a personality in ruins, no one could match his supremacy.
A hellish mouth that spews venom every time it opens, accumulating only karmic debt.
The heir to the most powerful family in the Empire, before whom everyone trembles.
Yet, he is known to be a romantic who cares about nothing but his first love.
And…
‘A man who lived his entire life in hell, cursed never to sleep!’
The newspaper slipped from my fingers and fell to the floor.
My trembling pupils gradually dilated as I cried out loudly.
“My Beloved Savior! That’s the title of the book!”
【My Beloved Savior】
A story where the kind-hearted and gentle female protagonist Lea Everett becomes childhood friends with Ian, the male protagonist who was an abandoned prince, and saves him.
And the novel features Blake, their childhood friend and the secondary male lead of the heroine!
“That’s right, Blake Leblanc was the villain in the novel!”
If I recall correctly―
Blake, lost and wandering between love and friendship, suddenly made a terrible choice one day, perhaps?
‘Hmm… was his reason for becoming a villain to possess the female protagonist?’
Never mind the details, anyway.
In the end, he couldn’t abandon the friendship that was as precious as love itself.
The novel concludes with him saving the two of them and meeting his own death.
It was quite a tragic ending—the kind that had readers flooding the comments section with heated discussions.
“That poor secondary male lead who suffered because of the curse… why am I only remembering this now?”
“Pardon? What are you suddenly talking about… Annie, you shouldn’t touch that!”
Max, who had turned around with a frown as if hearing nonsense, witnessed the items on the shelf tumbling down and hastily stopped Annie.
Whatever she had touched caused the Underground Chamber shelf to tilt forward precariously, and everything inside scattered into chaos.
“Achoo! Cough, cough!”
“Good heavens, Annie! Put that down! It’s a potion that turns you into a frog!”
The already messy Underground Chamber descended into complete pandemonium.
“Finally discovering the original work! I’m so moved I could cry. Sniff.”
“That’s not from being moved—it’s from the dust! Achoo! Annie, stop it!”
“Wow! What is this ancient papyrus?”
Annie bounced excitedly, clutching a worn papyrus she’d found from somewhere, asking her question.
“Uh… I don’t know either. I’ve never seen it before. It seems like something that was buried away a very long time ago, but….”
“Then unfold it!”
Even as Annie unfolded the papyrus at this critical moment, I remained lost in my emotional revelation.
For three hundred years, there had been something nagging and unsatisfying about my existence, and now it had finally become clear.
Then, suddenly.
‘But wait, was there a witch in that novel?’
It was somewhat surprising that the world was more expansive than I’d thought, but it wasn’t particularly important.
Right now, more than that.
‘I wish there had been a portal so I could visit the original work right away!’
Since I couldn’t go to the Human World now, I would have to visit Lora and ask her to bring me more news from humans.
That was the moment I was thinking this.
“Whoa!”
Suddenly, a brilliant white light flashed beside me.
I watched in slow motion as Annie lost her grip on the vibrating papyrus.
“…Huh?”
A purple magic circle suddenly burst forth from the papyrus, hurtling toward me.
A magic circle?
Everything unfolded far too quickly for me to comprehend the situation.
My vision flickered with an intensity so blinding it stung my eyes.
“No, Vivian!”
“Ahhhhh! What do I do!”
Max’s emerald eyes widened in shock.
But as his hand reached out desperately toward me, the world dissolved into darkness.
And when I opened my eyes…
“Haha, so Blake Leblanc is coming to tonight’s soirée, I hear.”
“Blake Leblanc? Whatever for?”
“What do you mean why? This is a birthday celebration for Lady Lea Everett, of course. Don’t you know? The Leblanc prince’s unrequited love.”
“Still, it’s unsettling. The Leblanc Family gives me the creeps.”
“Hush, you fool! Do you want to cause a disaster? If anyone hears you, the Leblanc prince might erase you without a trace.”
…What?
A soirée? Blake Leblanc?
Thump-thump-thump—an elegant waltz echoed in steady rhythm.
Beyond the grand glass doors, people in glittering gowns and tuxedos swayed.
“Huh? What?”
My frozen mind stirred sluggishly, rapidly piecing together the situation.
Dong, dong.
With the New Year’s bell tolling on January first, I cried out in astonishment.
Could this possibly be…
“The Human World?!”

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