The Teddy Bear Sends the Insomniac Villain to Dreamland - Chapter 7

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Chapter 7
“Hm? What did you say, Blake?”
Blake gently lifted me as I clung naturally to his leg.
His touch was so tender that I found myself staring at him blankly. (Of course, I was still managing to play the part of a stuffed toy flawlessly.)
“This won’t do because it’s not your gift.”
“Oh, oh? I see… understood.”
Rein stepped back awkwardly, clearly caught off guard by the unexpected response.
Then, curiosity getting the better of her, she approached again and asked.
“Then what’s this bear doll? It can’t possibly be yours, Blake.”
“….”
“…?”
As the silence stretched on, Rein’s expression shifted through a kaleidoscope of emotions.
Her brows furrowed with suspicion, then curved into a smile as if she’d arrived at an absolute certainty.
“Come on—no matter how I look at it, that doesn’t seem like something that suits you, Blake.”
“Is that so.”
Blake replied flatly, his gaze fixed downward upon me.
“Yeah. Tell me honestly. Who were you planning to give it to?”
She had a point. It truly was an incongruous pairing.
A small, insignificant teddy bear held in the hands of Castonia’s most celebrated swordsman.
No one who saw me in Blake’s grasp would ever believe I belonged to him.
‘He’ll call me trash.’
After all, Rein had already called me a worthless bear doll.
Even knowing my true form was something entirely different, I found myself inexplicably unsettled, my eyes fixed rigidly ahead into the void.
Meanwhile, those violet eyes traced over me slowly, as if searching to read my expression.
Soon that languid gaze turned back toward Rein with deliberate calm.
“I’m not giving it to anyone. It’s mine.”
The flat declaration fell like a stone into still water.
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My heart was racing with excitement!
Being cradled in the arms of a handsome man as we left the Banquet Hall was far more thrilling than anything I’d imagined.
‘Rein’s expression earlier was absolutely priceless.’
She looked like she’d seen something utterly absurd.
But was it really wise to give my crush that kind of impression?
The carriage rattled smoothly down the flat road lined with plane trees stretching endlessly on both sides.
I was heading toward the Leblanc Mansion where Blake lived.
Sitting beside a strikingly handsome man with a brooding expression!
I’d dreamed of scenarios like this in novels, but I never imagined I’d be experiencing it as a teddy bear.
Sigh, life really isn’t easy, no matter what. What a long day this has been.
My heart fluttered uneasily, and anxiety about my situation began to well up inside me.
But I wasn’t the type to be easily discouraged by such things!
“When you think about it, how fortunate am I? Getting to ride comfortably in a carriage with such a beautiful man and heading to a cozy home where I can sleep.”
“…What are you muttering about?”
“There are far more difficult and exhausting things in this world. Getting deeply disappointed and deeply delighted by every little thing is just too draining.”
Thud.
Blake, who had been silently listening to my rambling, shot me an annoyed glance and abruptly opened the window.
“Ahhh, that’s refreshing!”
But the moment the window opened and the cool breeze rushed in, I excitedly pressed myself against him, and he immediately grimaced and shut the window again.
Tch, I just wanted to feel the breeze a little.
Since getting in the carriage, Blake hadn’t said a word.
He seemed like someone with absolutely no curiosity about anything.
Usually, when people learned my true identity as a witch, they’d be full of questions and suspicions, wanting to ask about everything.
I wouldn’t have minded answering their questions either.
‘At least I’ve learned that Blake has a peculiar personality.’
Observing his dark profile, which showed neither curiosity nor any will to live, I frowned.
For just a moment, he seemed so different from those young people who sparkled with beautiful youth and dreamed of hopeful futures ahead.
An old soul—was that the right way to describe it?
“Blake. What should I call you?”
“Don’t call me anything.”
“How about Old Soul? I just came up with that nickname.”
“….”
His thick eyebrows twitched slightly, revealing his displeasure.
Hmm, he didn’t like that?
Then let me think of another one.
A nickname that would suit that handsome face marred by bluntness and dark aura so perfectly…
“Ah! How about Rude Dragon?”
As if hearing the nickname for the first time, he properly furrowed his brow this time, his expression darkening.
I was quoting Max’s words about how he was as hopeless as the Black Dragon.
Apparently, this one wasn’t it either.
“…Or a charger!”
“….”
“Ah, you don’t use that word here? Anyway, the reason I call you a charger is because it’s actually related to why I followed you. When I’m with you, my depleted mana refills in no time? It’s like a sort of mana replenishment device, you could say? Of course, your handsome face also does wonders for my exhausted eyes in every sense. What do you think—doesn’t it suit you?”
“Be quiet.”
At his curt command, I pouted and clicked my tongue.
“Still, I should be able to call you something.”
“Don’t be troublesome. Just call me Blake. At least until I die.”
“So I can really call you Blake?!”
I cried out in delight, and Blake simply closed his eyes without responding.
I never thought we’d grow close so quickly.
In the Witch World, it had always been an unspoken rule that nicknames were used until true familiarity was established.
Since a witch’s true name carried inherent power, using it carelessly was considered disrespectful.
There was a time when Max used to call me “the Western Territory’s drunkard.”
Now that such customs had become more familiar to me, Blake’s permission to use his name felt like a genuine honor.
“Wonderful! Then Blake, I grant you permission to use my name too. Call me Vivian!”
“….”
Again, there was no response, but I was growing accustomed to it.
Blake was someone who revealed his true feelings even without speaking.
I now understood that even if he seemed to ignore my request to call me Vivian, the fact that he didn’t explicitly refuse meant he would comply.
“Blake Leblanc. Now that we’ve properly introduced ourselves and settled on how to address each other, let’s get along well!”
I extended my fluffy paw, but he remained motionless with his eyes closed, whether asleep or not.
Yet, managing it all on my own as I always did, I placed my stubby paw atop his large, elongated hand.
The moment I did, my entire body began to recharge.
“I really should have called you a fast charger instead.”
“Remove your hand.”
“Okay.”
After observing him like this for about an hour of travel.
At the end of the road lined with orange streetlamps, a pitch-black mansion gradually came into view.
‘…Isn’t this the castle where the Black Dragon lives? Why is it so dark?’
A castle with an entirely different atmosphere from Halloway Castle, whose exterior was so dazzlingly adorned with golden ornaments that it hurt the eyes.
A rectangular mansion with not a single rounded corner, and a gate blocking the entrance with sharp spikes protruding everywhere.
Whoever designed this had absolutely terrible taste.
It looked utterly devoid of dreams or hope….
As we drew near, the carriage’s speed gradually decreased, as if announcing our imminent arrival in the pitch-black darkness.
With a strange creaking sound, the gate opened and the carriage came to a stop before the entrance.
“We have arrived, Young Master.”
The carriage door opened, and Blake gently grasped my arm and lifted me down.
His strides were unhesitating as he walked into the mansion, which felt like an underground dungeon from which one could never escape.
Dangling from his hand, I was unceremoniously tossed onto the sofa once we reached the room.
Without offering me any warnings or advice, he abruptly left the room.
…Huh?
“Blake!”
Bang.
Suddenly abandoned alone in the room, I was left standing dumbly in the dim darkness.
Several hours passed like that.
“Sigh, it’s nice to rest properly, at least.”
Sprawled across the room like it was my own sofa, I was simply wasting time while neglected.
“Quite the unusual charger, this one.”
Normally, after making a deal, wouldn’t they immediately ask me to try breaking the curse out of curiosity about my true identity?
That’s how most novels played out.
Even I would have pressed him to try right away, but Blake showed no signs of returning.
‘Didn’t he want to sleep?’
Unlike his willingness to grant me the opportunity, his complete lack of interest in me was painfully clear.
Had he lost all hope and will to live from exhaustion brought on by prolonged insomnia and this curse?
Yet surely he brought me here because he wanted to grasp at some sliver of hope….
‘If that’s the case, wouldn’t it be fine for him to trust me a little more?’
Blake seemed taciturn and socially withdrawn, and I desperately wanted to cling to him and chat away.
But it seemed impossible for now.
‘For now, let me find something I can do!’
Should I get familiar with this room while waiting for Blake to return?
The moment that thought crossed my mind, a soft knock sounded from beyond the door.
Knock knock.
Delighted at the thought that it might be Blake, I rushed forward eagerly before suddenly stopping short with a dawning realization.
Wait.
Why would Blake knock before entering his own room?
That made no sense whatsoever.
“Um, then….”
Who could it be?
The moment of clarity that flashed through my mind was fleeting.
“Brother, are you there?”
After the youthful voice came a brief silence, and then the door slowly creaked open.

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