The Teddy Bear Sends the Insomniac Villain to Dreamland - Chapter 6

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Chapter 6
“Really? You trust me just like that?”
What a stroke of luck!
Moved by Blake’s instant faith in me, I let my round eyes sparkle with delight.
“You get one chance. If you’re exposed as a liar, death won’t save you.”
To make me believe his words held no deception, a flicker of murderous intent flashed across his eyes—which had been brimming with annoyance—before vanishing just as quickly.
But I was already bouncing up and down as if I might leap straight to the heavens.
“Yes, yes! Death won’t save me!”
“…Don’t repeat what I say.”
“Yes, yes, hooray!”
“…A deranged teddy bear, it seems.”
Max, are you watching?
Your master is still alive and well in the Human World, even during her sabbatical!
There was still much I needed to accomplish to return to where I came from, but even this alone was a tremendous achievement.
My ears perked up of their own accord at the satisfaction.
Things were unfolding far too smoothly—was this even real?
I’d thought persuading Blake would be the most difficult hurdle, yet he granted me this opportunity quite readily.
‘For someone described as the original story’s villain and secondary male lead, he seemed rather careless.’
In truth, he seemed to harbor no great expectations and thus no great hostility either. He clearly believed there was no way I could put him to sleep.
But contrary to his assumptions, lulling him into slumber was far from impossible.
‘If I could just gather a bit more magical power, I could certainly cast a curse-mitigation spell.’
Only the one who cast a curse could truly break it.
However, to ‘mitigate’ a curse required only knowledge of the incantation—one could weaken its potency.
‘The problem is that few know of this.’
Curse-mitigation spells were extraordinarily difficult, and the formulas scattered throughout ancient, musty tomes were themselves cryptic and hard to decipher.
Moreover, one had to expend their own innate magical power to temporarily weaken another’s curse.
Naturally, this made it nearly impossible for human mages who borrowed mana from various sources.
‘But I can do it. Hehe.’
As a witch—and a grand witch at that—I could accomplish it with ease once my magical reserves were replenished, using even the simplest incantation.
Well then.
What must I do from this moment forward?
‘Stick to Blake like glue!’
That way I could replenish my power, meet his expectations, and return to my true form.
‘And I’ll naturally get to observe the original novel’s story unfold. How delightful.’
The grim and dreadful reality that had consumed me moments ago now seemed not entirely unpleasant.
A sly smile leaked from my lips.
“But Commander! Surely this decision is too impulsive, even if you are exhausted?”
“Rein, you keep this matter quiet too. I’ll handle it from here on.”
“However…”
Rein, who had been watching me with cautious eyes, stepped forward as if to dissuade Blake even now.
But his words once again remained unfinished.
“Blake! There you are!”
The terrace door burst open with a bright, cheerful voice calling his name affectionately.
At that same moment, I flopped face-first onto the ground.
“Lea?”
A woman with chestnut hair, practically leaping into Blake’s arms at the sound of her slowly spoken name, cried out with unbridled joy.
“It’s been forever! I missed you so much!”
‘That woman!’
Watching the woman who had thrown herself into Blake’s embrace, I found myself drowning in a surge of emotion.
‘She’s the female protagonist—the true protagonist of this novel!’
The name of the woman cradled in Blake’s arms was Lea Everett.
The beloved youngest daughter of the Everett Earl Family and Blake’s childhood friend of many years!
‘As expected of the protagonist—she’s absolutely stunning!’
Lea Everett was a woman who possessed the very appearance befitting a female protagonist.
Her light chestnut hair, as if diluted in water, was braided down her back, and a flowing silk dress with an exposed neckline drew all eyes to her.
But what captured attention most of all was her golden gaze.
Eyes as radiant as if all the gold hoarded in the Halloway Basement had been melted down—they were fixed solely upon Blake.
“Blake. I thought you wouldn’t be able to come to this birthday celebration. You received my letter? Did you come running the moment you read it?”
Blake gently separated Lea’s shoulders from his embrace and shook his head in denial.
“Not exactly running.”
What was he saying now?
Another response that completely missed the mark.
When you came all this way because you wanted to see her, how could you say it wasn’t running?
At his absurdly honest reply, I nearly cried out that that wasn’t it!
If only I had asked Vivian, the self-proclaimed romance novel fanatic, she could have written the perfect response for this moment!
(Of course, Max would click his tongue every time I grabbed a novel and came up with a brilliant answer on behalf of the hopelessly romantic protagonist.)
For example, something like this:
1. “Yes. I wanted to see you so badly my heart nearly stopped as I rushed here, my love.”
2. “That’s right. Every moment apart from you was hell for me. But even that hell would be worth it if I could face it with you.”
3. “Lea, if you’re asking something so obvious, then yes—I could say it a hundred times. For you, I could run on all fours.”
Any one of these three would be the right answer, you hopeless romantic!
But I held my tongue.
Instead, I pressed my soles firmly against the ground and began inching backward, slowly sliding closer to Blake.
‘Sigh… I need to stay calm and stick close to Blake for as long as I can.’
Never mind that hopeless romantic—I needed to save my own skin first.
If she asked me to put her to sleep tonight, I’d need to be able to cast a spell, wouldn’t I?
Rein’s eyes widened in surprise at what he witnessed, but well.
If the alternative was death, I naturally had to move quickly.
Lea had eyes only for Blake, so she didn’t seem to notice me.
“I was hoping you’d come. I’m so relieved you’re here. I didn’t even hear you’d arrived at the celebration, but apparently Clara saw you heading out to the terrace earlier.”
“Yes.”
“Really, you came all this way without even showing your face. You made me track you down?”
“You’ve seen me now, so that should be enough.”
“Fine, fine! But that aside—Blake, where’s my gift? It’s been five years since we’ve seen each other. Surely you prepared something?”
“A gift?”
“Yes!”
The moment those words left her lips, Rein, who had been quietly standing behind her, shot Blake a burning glare that screamed volumes.
He was clearly saying without words: “See! Who doesn’t value a gift!”
I could practically hear it from where I was.
But honestly, this was exhausting.
With such short limbs, even the slightest movement left me breathless.
After finally catching my breath, I pressed myself against the long leg I’d reached, letting out a sigh of relief.
Phew, it was much more comfortable now that I’d made it here.
Perhaps it was the sudden sensation of contact, but Blake’s amethyst eyes lost focus for a moment, drifting into empty space before settling on his own leg.
“….”
“….”
In the brief silence that followed, his piercing gaze landed squarely on me.
What are you doing?
His eyes seemed to ask, and I awkwardly averted my gaze.
His stare was intense, but I had to think of my own survival.
While I was pretending not to notice, caught off guard, a dramatic voice rang out.
“Oh my! What’s this?”
Following his gaze, Lea Everett noticed me clinging to Blake’s leg and tilted her head curiously.
“…How long has this been stuck here?”
I’d approached Blake as discreetly as I could.
But suddenly, all eyes were on me.
“Is this my gift?”
Lea Everett’s eyes sparkled with anticipation at the mention of a present.
And then I remembered the original intention behind this bear doll.
‘Right, I was supposed to give Lea Everett a birthday gift!’
I’d nearly given up when Rein strongly objected, but seeing Lea Everett’s reaction, it didn’t seem like a bad idea.
So would Blake actually hand me over to Lea Everett as originally intended?
‘No, that can’t happen.’
That was absolutely not an option!
Without any pride, I tightened my grip on Blake’s leg, and I felt it tremble slightly beneath me.
“When did you prepare such a gift? But why are you dangling it here like this? If it’s that kind of doll, it’s absolutely adorable!”
Already convinced it was her gift, Lea Everett chattered away and extended her hand toward Blake.
“Come on, I’ll pretend I didn’t see it. Now hurry and give me my gift.”
The way she squeezed her eyes shut and held out her hand was so endearing, so perfectly befitting the protagonist, that my gaze was drawn to her without thinking.
Probably the original Blake’s unrequited love interest.
If it were Blake, who sacrificed his life for her until the very end, he would have more than enough reason to hand me over.
But Blake.
You just said you’d give me a chance.
Don’t forget that. Right? Right?
I waited for his choice with an anxious heart.
Was this how the wine felt, waiting in the wine cabinet to be chosen by me?
If that were the case, I’d owe every bottle an apology.
Wine, I’m sorry. From now on, I’ll choose more fairly.
The tension tangled my thoughts into a chaotic mess.
In that moment, a brief span of time felt like an eternity.
“No.”
The words that burst from him were unexpected.
His measured tone echoed softly across the Terrace.

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