The Teddy Bear Sends the Insomniac Villain to Dreamland - Chapter 72

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Chapter 72
Magic.
A field I could never escape in my lifetime, and my very existence itself.
This mysterious and beautiful domain captivated humans, witches, and dragons alike.
So when I considered the mages of the Human World, it wasn’t particularly strange that the Duke of the Leblanc Family would fall under magic’s spell.
Yet my instincts and intuition were blazing.
One hundred fifty years ago.
The family head who led the Leblanc Family at the time when the curse was presumed to have begun was ‘deeply versed in magic’….
“Magic and curses—it feels like there must be some profound connection between them, doesn’t it?”
“You think so too, Nix?”
More importantly, it might be connected to Blake’s ability—his special power.
Mana absorption and magic were inevitably linked in profound ways.
If Aslan Leblanc truly was deeply versed in magic, could he have possessed this ability as well?
It was a reasonably coherent chain of thought.
‘I couldn’t find any mention of this ability anywhere in the family chronicles.’
Blake might be the first human to manifest this power, but something told me that wasn’t the case.
Curses and special abilities.
What they had in common was their connection to the Demon Realm.
‘There’s definitely something here.’
I needed to uncover the hidden story between the curse and this ability.
I snapped the book shut.
Then I fell into deep contemplation.
I wanted to learn more about Aslan Leblanc, but who could I ask?
I couldn’t ask the Duke of the Leblanc Family, who was currently away, nor the still-young Eren.
Perceptive Nix noticed what I was thinking and spoke softly beside me.
“This is something I heard from a colleague I used to work with.”
“Hmm?”
I glanced sideways, and Nix cleared her throat.
“Apparently, the Magic Tower has historical records. I heard there’s nothing about the origins of ancient magic or people related to magic that isn’t documented there…”
“How do you know something like that?”
“My colleague went in for an undercover investigation at the Magic Tower and told me what she heard.”
“An undercover investigation… have you done that too?”
Nix had long since stopped hiding what she did for a living.
“Yes, of course. I’ve played many different roles. I’ve posed as an illegitimate child born to a wealthy noble family, played a child thief gang member….”
What exactly was a child thief gang member role?
I was genuinely curious.
An exclamation of admiration escaped me before I could help it.
“You’ve lived quite the life.”
“That’s right. If you ever need undercover work done, just leave it to me. I’m good at it!”
“My goodness, how impressive.”
Nix broke into a bright smile at the praise. As she said she’d arrange the books once I cast the spell, I picked up a pen beside her.
I wrote “Aslan Leblanc” on a small piece of paper and clutched it tightly in my hand.
If I went to the Magic Tower as Nix suggested, I might be able to find traces of Aslan.
“Ghost!”
The moment I cast the spell, Nix hugged the book tightly and left the bedroom.
Knowing she’d return safely, I waved goodbye and then turned my thoughts to the next plan.
The results from my all-night search were promising.
“But how do I get to the Magic Tower?”
I tilted my heavy head back against the chair and swung my short legs idly.
Fortunately, my worry was resolved quickly.
A few days later, Mages came to the Leblanc Mansion.
And they came bearing money and jewels in abundance.
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“Vivian!”
Ronald and Nix burst through the door in a flurry.
I had been taking a leisurely nap in the small storage room next to Nix’s bedroom, a music box playing softly, when I jolted awake at the commotion.
“What’s wrong? Has Blake returned?”
Beside me, the music box continued its gentle, peaceful melody.
Ronald sighed with relief as he watched me ask drowsily, my eyes half-open.
“Ah, there you are. Thank goodness.”
“You weren’t in your bedroom, so we were startled. Though I suspected you might be here….”
“What’s all this fuss about?”
Why were both of them acting so frantic?
At my suspicious gaze, Ronald sighed and straightened his clothes.
“An uninvited guest has arrived, and we came out of concern. Please, rest now.”
“Wait. Who is this uninvited guest?”
I was even more curious since Ronald rarely called anyone an uninvited guest.
Nix’s eyes darted back and forth, as if she were debating whether to speak.
“Well, it’s….”
Ronald shook his head, but Nix’s lips moved faster.
“Mages have come!”
“Mages?”
What Mages?
I’d been particularly interested in the Magic Tower lately. My heavy eyelids snapped open.
“Where are they? Why did they come?”
At my barrage of questions, the wrinkles around Ronald’s eyes deepened.
“I believe they came looking for you, Vivian.”
“For me? Why?”
“They want to take you to the Magic Tower.”
“Me?”
True, I only found out later, but that strange man who approached me at Ian’s birthday banquet was apparently a Mage as well.
Now that I think about it, he seemed to covet me quite intensely.
I remembered how that Mage had called me “ours.”
Back then I was so busy that I just brushed it off, but it seemed there was another reason behind it.
Ronald stated firmly.
“Yes. However, they will never be able to do so. Young Master Blake has given strict orders that the Mages must not be allowed to approach you at all.”
Nix added quietly, mentioning that she too had received such a request from Blake.
So that’s why he came rushing over like that. He was worried the Mages might have secretly taken me away.
Now that I understood the full story of what had happened, I nodded.
“I apologize for disturbing your rest. Then I shall take my leave. I will inform Young Master Eren and handle matters on my own….”
I quickly grabbed Ronald by the hem of his pants as he turned to leave.
He stared blankly down at his trouser leg that had been caught.
Though held by a small bear doll for quite some time, Ronald couldn’t bring himself to move.
I spoke with earnest, gleaming eyes.
“I need to meet with the Mages.”
Ronald waved his hands frantically, trying to dissuade me.
“That’s absolutely impossible!”
“It’s possible. It is!”
“No. You absolutely cannot go. I have been given orders by Young Master. He instructed me to strengthen security thoroughly so that you would not meet with those Mages.”
“Mustached butler. That’s just Blake being anxious because he’s afraid I’ll disappear.”
Ronald paused upon hearing my words and asked.
“You… knew that?”
“Of course I did. Why wouldn’t I? I feel the same way.”
I too wish Blake would not disappear from this world.
Unlike the original story, I hope he lives long and happily.
I had such thoughts every night before falling asleep. So I couldn’t possibly fail to understand Blake’s feelings.
For some reason, he must be anxious that I might fall into the hands of these Mages who seem to desire me.
‘But I’m not such a weak witch.’
I was a witch who acted by my own will. It meant I was not an existence that would easily do things against my own desires.
No matter how much the Mages wanted to take me, it would only be possible if I wanted to go myself.
“I have no intention of leaving Blake. So take me to the Mages. There’s something I want to ask them.”
“Miss Vivian. I am truly worried. Though our time together has not been long, I am painfully realizing that you have become someone indispensable to Young Master and to this Mansion….”
“I know, butler. I feel the same way. I cherish Blake, Nix, you, and everyone in this family dearly. That’s precisely why I want to meet them.”
….
“To find a way to break the family curse and help everyone find happiness.”
If I could meet those Mages directly and uncover traces of Aslan Leblanc.
Could I not find the origin of the curse and discover the source of this power?
‘Then I might be able to find another way to break Blake’s curse.’
A curse can only be broken by the one who cast it.
And the curse is…
Only those who could wield magic could cast it.
Only those who had touched the dark magic woven from bitter resentment and deep-seated grudges.
Typically, such beings hide within the shadows. Because of this, records were scarce, and I held no expectation of finding traces.
Still, if I could find even the smallest connection to Aslan Leblanc, I could piece together the rest methodically from there.
Ronald seemed to have no further objections.
At my words about wanting to help him find happiness, his thin lips trembled slightly.
The happiness of the Leblanc Family.
Would the day ever come when my master, whom I had served for so long, finally broke free from the curse and found happiness?
In his gaze, fixed vacantly upon empty air, a serene and harmonious future that might one day arrive began to unfold.
He clenched and released the hem of his impeccably pressed black dress uniform jacket, then drew a solemn breath.
“Very well. I shall assist you.”

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