The Teddy Bear Sends the Insomniac Villain to Dreamland - Chapter 63

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Chapter 63
What’s wrong with him?
Unlike me, who was practically dying of joy, Blake Leblanc stood motionless as if rooted to the spot.
Truly motionless.
“Blake. It’s me, it’s me!”
This was strange. He’d seen my true form before, so he should definitely know it was me.
Whether he’d made some decision to ignore my desperate calls, he simply stared ahead with a vacant expression.
No, rather—he continued staring only at Edwin.
I thought he disliked Edwin?
Based on his reaction at the Leblanc Mansion last time, it seemed like he did.
I was entertaining these rather pointless thoughts when Edwin spoke first from behind me.
“Lord Blake Leblanc. What brings you here?”
What brings him here, he says.
I was more bewildered than the person being questioned, so I glanced back at him.
Edwin was still wearing that painted smile.
Blake naturally must have come looking for me.
Even knowing that, Edwin seemed to be acting.
But why?
Wondering about it wouldn’t help me understand the real reason.
What I’d learned from dealing with Edwin was that this man was just as extraordinarily peculiar and strange as Blake, in his own way.
He seemed to have some twisted aspects to his nature as well.
In any case, my Blake still remained silent.
Then Edwin went even further.
“I’ve repeatedly told others that I didn’t wish to be disturbed, so I’m curious why you’ve come all this way. Isn’t that right, my precious friend?”
“Why are you like this?”
Despite trying not to engage, the words spilled out of me.
I’d told him to call me whatever he wanted, but precious friend?
It was absurd. Then I noticed Edwin was still holding onto my sleeve, so I shook my body slightly.
His hand swayed gently with my movement but didn’t let go.
…Ugh, seriously.
“Let go. I need to go to Blake.”
Edwin laughed silently.
Then he asked quietly.
“Will you be angry if I don’t let you?”
“Of course.”
“Then I have no choice.”
With that, he quietly released his grip. Finally free, I stepped forward.
“For now, I’ll be satisfied with this much. It’s been quite an enjoyable time.”
“I didn’t enjoy it much, but I’ll keep my promise anyway. Crown Prince.”
Don’t breathe a word about my identity.
He gave a slight nod upon seeing the fierce glint in my eyes.
“Of course. I think it would be more entertaining for me as well.”
See?
His personality really is terrible.
From our first meeting to now, he’d never left a particularly good impression on me.
Anyway, that wasn’t what mattered.
I walked straight toward Blake Leblanc. Fortunately, there was no one else in the Garden besides the three of us.
Blake Leblanc remained silent even as I grabbed his arm.
As if he’d been bewitched by magic.
“What’s wrong with you? Hm? You were startled when I suddenly disappeared.”
If that’s the case, I’m really sorry, but this time it wasn’t my fault.
It’s unfair.
“Don’t be angry. You’ve heard about it, so you know I didn’t do it on purpose… huh?”
I couldn’t finish my words because strong, broad arms suddenly wrapped around me in a tight embrace.
My breath caught. Blake Leblanc had often held me (when I was a teddy bear) before, but this felt different.
His large hand gently cradled the back of my head.
I couldn’t even ask why he was doing this.
The moment he held me, Blake Leblanc immediately hurled an insult toward the Imperial Court at Edwin.
“This is as far as I will show you. I beg you not to force me to draw my sword in this place.”
Even I, who wasn’t particularly sensitive to matters of authority, was startled by those words.
What surprised me was how composed Blake Leblanc remained throughout.
Calmly insulting the Imperial Court.
Ah, Ronald would hate it if he found out.
I wanted to turn around and hear Edwin’s response, but Blake Leblanc suddenly lifted me into his arms.
I was flustered again.
“Hey, Blake Leblanc.”
“…”
“I’m not a teddy bear right now.”
And we’re in the Royal Palace.
“I know.”
That was all he said.
Despite knowing, he showed no intention of letting me go. Moreover, he didn’t seem to plan on returning to the Banquet Hall.
I relaxed my body and settled into Blake Leblanc’s embrace without resistance.
Well, what would be the point of going back to the Banquet Hall in this state anyway?
His long strides carried us past the entrance of the Banquet Hall toward where the carriages were stationed.
I felt the coachmen near the carriages stare in shock upon seeing me cradled in Blake Leblanc’s arms.
“Has Ophelia arrived?”
That was what mattered to me.
The reason I came to this Banquet Hall today.
Ophelia.
I needed to confirm that strange, peculiar sensation I’d felt when I first encountered her at the Leblanc Mansion.
But that ship had already sailed, hadn’t it?
Blake Leblanc answered curtly.
“No.”
“I see. Then let’s go home.”
With Ophelia absent from the Banquet Hall, there was no reason to linger.
In the distance, the Leblanc Family’s Imperial Court carriage—meticulously prepared by Ronald—gleamed pitch-black even in the darkness of night.
Then, the clatter of hoofbeats echoed.
A pristine white carriage glided slowly past us. Through the slightly ajar window, I glimpsed raven-black hair crowned with a veil.
…Ophelia?
Blake Leblanc must have seen it too—his violet eyes swept across the carriage.
But it was only fleeting.
He quickened his pace, as though indifferent, eager to escape this tedious Royal Palace.
I thought the pristine white carriage would simply pass us by.
But in the distance, it suddenly came to an abrupt halt.
The door seemed to open urgently, but we had already reached the Leblanc Family’s carriage.
As I collapsed into the spacious interior, my heart finally found peace.
“Phew, I’m home.”
“….”
It was strange.
Normally, when I said something like that, Blake Leblanc would respond with “Nonsense” or “We’re still in the carriage, get your head together.”
But he remained silent throughout.
Even until we arrived at the Leblanc Mansion.
No—even the next day.
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A peaceful afternoon at the Leblanc Mansion.
The banquet had ended, and ordinary life resumed once more.
Transformed back into a bear doll, I lay near the Lakeside, passing the hours away.
“Peace is so wonderful. Don’t you agree, Nix?”
I was attempting to savor this leisurely tranquility, one leg draped casually over the other.
Nix, who had been watching my foot tremble with visible anxiety, asked me a question.
“Vivian, did something happen between you and the Military Commander?”
“Nothing!”
Had it shown?
“…Hmm.”
Nix’s dark eyes gleamed as she sensed my evasion.
My heart felt inexplicably heavy, as though weighted down by sand.
Since the banquet ended, Blake Leblanc seemed different somehow.
He avoided our usual morning ritual of washing up together—not that he skipped washing himself—and whenever I tried to join him in the Study Room, he’d claim to be busy and rush out.
It had grown cold between us.
This treatment was unprecedented except for the very beginning, which hurt, and eventually I couldn’t help but feel wounded myself.
I was wronged too!
If only Lea hadn’t thrown me outside!
If only that lunatic in the ridiculous star-patterned formal wear hadn’t approached Lea!
And if only Edwin hadn’t appeared at that exact moment!
Then I could have stayed obediently beside Blake Leblanc throughout that Banquet Hall.
“Vivian, are you crying?”
“Don’t say such ominous things.”
I absolutely was not crying. I was simply irritated.
After living nearly three hundred years, I thought I’d grown numb to such negative emotions.
Wronged, disappointed, angry, irritated, inexplicably sorry….
Since arriving in the Human World, I’d been experiencing emotions with remarkable diversity.
But.
“I never cry easily. You could count on one hand the beings who’ve seen a magical bear doll weep.”
“When did you cry?”
I fell silent at that question.
‘Again, why are you crying again!’
‘H-hic, hic. S-such a sad ending. Max. Have you read this? Huh? How can an author end a story like this! Bring me the writer!’
‘Whether it’s the book or the alcohol that’s the culprit…. Please don’t read romance novels while drinking!’
Looking at Nix, who had crouched down beside me, I answered seriously.
“I wept when I witnessed love so thoroughly ruined that my chest ached.”
“Ruined love…?”
“Yes. I cried because I pitied the protagonist who loved hopelessly and was left alone in the end. Ruined love is always exquisite, after all.”
“…I don’t quite understand that yet. The path of mastery is indeed difficult.”
“Keep developing yourself.”
“Thank you.”
I quietly raised my hand and gently stroked Nix’s head.
She was considerate enough to lower her head to make it easier for me to pet her. When had I ever seen such a good child?
I’d spend my days with Nix talking about ordinary things and simply erase Blake Leblanc from my mind.
With that thought, I tried to console myself.
‘That’s right. Why should I feel disappointed about any of this?’
Though I cared for Blake Leblanc, he was merely my contractor—an important human who would send me back to the Demon Realm.
Or, if I wanted to be more precise, he was the secondary protagonist from the novel I’d been reading.
I could involve myself appropriately in his life, but I couldn’t dedicate my entire existence to him.
Nix was tossing stones across the tranquil Lake.
She appeared to be practicing the skipping stones technique I’d shown her once before.
Watching the ripples spread across the once-quiet waters, I closed my eyes peacefully.
It was how I protected myself—someone destined to live a long life.

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