The Teddy Bear Sends the Insomniac Villain to Dreamland - Chapter 71

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Chapter 71
Before the study of the Leblanc Mansion.
Nix, who had been staring blankly up at the heavy door, lowered her head and looked at me with a question.
“You want us to go inside here, Vivian?”
“Yes. Don’t you think it might be here?”
“The book with the family chronicles?”
“Right. Blake was supposed to give it to me before leaving, but I guess he forgot. Things have been so chaotic with everything going on.”
“Ah, well, that makes sense. With all the Demon Beast matters, it’s understandable.”
Nix nodded in understanding and stroked her chin thoughtfully.
“Hmm, but will it be here? Usually, only the family head or those with Leblanc bloodline can access something like that.”
“Tch. What kind of rule is that?”
“Right? Maybe they’re worried someone might forge it? Or perhaps they treasure the family history and want to keep it safe.”
Aristocrats, honestly.
If it were up to me, I’d publish it proudly as a book and scatter copies throughout the library!
Though I suppose it might be too boring for most people to read.
I tried to pull the door handle to enter, but the door was firmly locked.
“It’s locked.”
“What should we do?”
Nix’s eyes sparkled as she asked with a good idea in mind.
“What if we sneak in using magic?”
This girl, this girl!
“That’s actually a good idea, Nix.”
What choice did I have?
The door was locked and there weren’t many other options!
Since the people who would normally stop me—Blake and Max—weren’t here, I was resorting to tricks.
(It only occurred to me later that I never thought to ask Ronald to open the door for me.)
In any case, without needing to say anything, Nix and I shared a knowing smile.
“Open!”
Magical energy swirled and the keyhole gleamed.
I heard a click and thought the door would open, but—
“Huh? The door won’t open.”
“Really?”
Despite casting the spell, the door handle remained stubbornly locked.
Unable to believe that magic had failed, Nix rattled the door handle frantically.
“Why won’t it open? Did the magic not work?”
“…Hmm. There must be another spell layered on top of it.”
Well, it wouldn’t be fun if it opened too easily anyway.
My competitive spirit was suddenly ignited.
I need to conserve my magical power since I’ll be separated from Blake for a while.
But I’ll need to use something more powerful than that simple Open spell. It’s a bit tedious, but it’ll have to do.
“Nix. Hold my hand tightly.”
“Oh, yes.”
Nix immediately grasped my plump hand.
I closed my eyes and exhaled softly. Simultaneously, mana began to writhe through my mana channels.
‘Half full.’
My mana reserves within the bear doll’s body were approximately half-charged. And about 10% filled Arcanum.
Honestly, 10% was quite substantial. My mana channels were far more expansive and vast than I’d anticipated, making even this quantity an exceptionally positive indicator.
“Alright. It’s a spell I don’t usually cast, but it’s been ages since I’ve tried it. Why not?”
I heard Nix swallow hard, her eyes brimming with curiosity.
“Ghost!”
The fingertips of Nix’s hands, which had been clinging to me, began to turn transparent.
Nix cried out in alarm.
“My hands!”
“Fascinating, isn’t it?”
“Wow!”
My entire body gradually became transparent, and within minutes, we had become perfectly invisible.
Just then, one of the female servants appeared around the corner of the corridor.
I whispered silently with my lips.
‘Shh.’
Nix pressed her lips firmly shut.
Fortunately, the servant passed right by us standing before the study without noticing.
Only after the servant had completely disappeared did Nix exclaim with exaggerated amazement.
“That’s absolutely incredible! I’ve never done anything like becoming invisible before!”
“I used this spell back when I was banned from wine and would sneak into the wine cellar.”
“With this alone, you’d be invincible. You could infiltrate anywhere without being detected!”
“It’s not invincible because this spell has a time limit.”
A sixty-minute duration limit.
That was the spell’s constraint.
If I maintained the ghost state for too long, I risked losing my physical form, so I had to strictly adhere to the time limit.
We’d already been standing here for three minutes, so I needed to hurry.
“Now, let’s pass through the wall.”
“T-through the wall?”
“Don’t be afraid. Just charge straight ahead!”
Nix, who had hesitated briefly, squeezed her eyes shut and ran toward the wall.
With a smooth sensation of my body passing through the wall, I found myself already inside the study.
Nix cautiously opened her eyes and looked around the study with a bewildered expression.
“Wow, I really did pass through the wall.”
“Now, shall we search the study a bit?”
I felt somewhat guilty about searching the study while its owner was away.
‘Blake Leblanc said it was fine, so it should be alright, right?’
Let me think positively about this.
It was time to properly search through the Study.
About thirty minutes must have passed.
“Here. Doesn’t this book look suspicious to you, Vivian?”
Nix, crouched atop the towering bookshelf, shook a massive tome.
Though the book’s cover appeared aged, it was remarkably well-preserved and clean.
I craned my neck, gazing up at the ceiling as I asked.
“Nix, how did you even get up there?”
“I jumped.”
“Impressive.”
“There’s no title on the book, but it looks old and suspicious—should I bring it down? It has ‘Leblanc’ written on the cover.”
Nix nimbly leaped back to the floor and handed me the book.
I immediately flipped open the cover.
On the first page of the opened book, “Leblanc” was written in thick, bold lettering.
“This is it!”
Finally found it.
The book was far heavier than I expected—a testament to how lengthy the Leblanc Family’s history in the Human World truly was.
As I turned the next page, the Leblanc Family’s genealogy appeared immediately.
I rapidly scanned the names written along each branch extending from the great tree below, and soon found a familiar one.
“Blake Leblanc. There he is.”
And above him was…
“Calision Leblanc.”
“That’s the Family Head’s name.”
“Blake’s father, then.”
The true master of the Leblanc Mansion, whom I had yet to meet.
The face drawn delicately at the branch’s end bore a striking resemblance to Blake.
And beside it, a small number was written.
This page likely marked the beginning of Calision Leblanc’s story.
‘I’ll trace back from Blake’s father, step by step.’
Beside me, as I closed the book again, Nix anxiously glanced at the desk clock and spoke.
“We’re running out of time. Shouldn’t we dispel the Ghost magic and leave soon?”
I could hear the footsteps of servants moving about near the Study outside.
“The Family Head isn’t here, and the Military Commander has departed for the campaign, so there shouldn’t be anyone to read the Family Chronicles. Still, if we’re discovered, we’ll be in serious trouble.”
“Let’s go, let’s go.”
I certainly didn’t want to be scolded.
We slipped out of the Study with the book in hand, ten minutes before the Ghost magic would wear off.
Fortunately, no one saw us.
***
That night, I stayed awake and read through the Leblanc Family’s books until dawn.
Since Blake Leblanc had departed for the Eastern Region and I was staying in Nix’s room, I turned the pages as quietly as possible, though I couldn’t help but yawn occasionally.
Finally, the sun rose. I had read from the very last page forward as rapidly as I could, yet I still hadn’t finished!
“I don’t know who the author is, but their writing talent is absolutely abysmal.”
It was a tedious, stilted historical tome written in verbose, plodding prose.
The genealogy of the family spanning generations and ancient tales seemed to flow without major incident or disruption.
Still, there were exactly two things.
Points that nagged at me.
Just then, a rustling sound came from the bed where sunlight had settled.
I felt the gentle approach of footsteps, and Nix’s warm hand, freshly awakened from sleep, pressed against my shoulder.
I didn’t turn around as I asked.
“You’re awake?”
“You’re still reading? Did you find something?”
“Nothing definitive, but I did uncover something that bothers me.”
“What is it?”
Nix, rubbing her eyes sleepily, plopped down in the chair beside me.
“I was trying to find when the curse first appeared in the Leblanc Family. I even looked at the era of the founding patriarch.”
I read through all the sections that contained introductions of the successive family heads.
The Leblanc Family was an ancient house that had governed lands near the Capital long before the Empire was founded.
Even as dynasties rose and centuries passed, they remained, protecting and holding onto that territory.
Roughly during the era when the Demon Realm and the Human World were chaotically intertwined, the first patriarch of the Leblanc Family established the house.
“The problem is, there was no curse back then.”
“Then when did it start?”
“From the fifth patriarch onward.”
The fifth patriarch—Aslan Leblanc.
Aslan lived one hundred and fifty years ago. He appeared after the portal connecting the Demon Realm and humanity was severed.
From Aslan onward, records related to the curse remained in the Leblanc Family’s history.
Some family heads had their health destroyed by the manifestation of a curse that prevented sleep and died young, while others embarked on journeys to break the curse.
All of it was the history of a curse that began with Aslan Leblanc one hundred and fifty years ago.
“But there’s something strange about it.”
Even at my murmured words, Nix pulled her chair closer and listened intently.
“The accounts of other family heads are tediously verbose and extensive, but the record of the fifth patriarch, Aslan Leblanc, is only a single line.”
“What does that one line say?”
I reopened the chapter containing Aslan Leblanc’s record and read quietly.
“Aslan Leblanc was a man deeply versed in magic.”

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