The Teddy Bear Sends the Insomniac Villain to Dreamland - Chapter 9

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Chapter 9
…How on earth did this happen?
I simply blinked, admiring Blake as he slept soundly beside me.
But my bewilderment was short-lived.
Soon after, I sent a grateful prayer to the heavens for bestowing this enchanting moment upon me.
Now that I truly looked at him, the man before me was nothing short of a sculpted masterpiece.
Long lashes like shutters blocking out the sun caught my eye first, beneath which lay eyes gently closed in slumber.
Just below them sat a perfectly proportioned nose, and his lips curved in what seemed like a peaceful smile.
Overall, his features were delicate and possessed an ethereal beauty.
Yesterday, the gloomy atmosphere had made him seem fierce, but seeing him asleep like this…
“Beautiful. Like an angel sent from heaven itself.”
Yes, “angel” was precisely the word that suited him.
How could someone so beautiful be treated as a villain?
Had all the villains in the world frozen to death?
‘Perhaps the definition of a villain differs in the Human World.’
Was a man with such a breathtakingly beautiful face a villain because he steals hearts and flees like a thief?
Or perhaps—
A villain for blinding one’s eyes?
“My, one could sledge down that nose bridge without issue.”
Before I knew it, my hand reached out and gently traced his perfectly straight nose, then I trembled in horror.
Oh no.
“…So he’s a villain because I’m turning into a lecherous pervert!”
Yes, that could very well be it.
As I silently admired his face, I soon tilted my head in confusion.
‘But when did I put Blake to sleep?’
I racked my brain trying to recall, but my last memory was of myself muttering incantations desperately, doing everything I could to stay awake through the night alone.
Blake couldn’t have fallen asleep on his own.
I already knew well that Blake suffered from a curse, and if he could sleep alone, he wouldn’t have brought me here in the first place.
Could he be pretending to sleep?
Though this was an extremely slim possibility, I cautiously extended my hand toward his nose.
Then I gently pinched his nostrils shut for about a minute.
His brow furrowed slightly, and soon he let out a soft sound and shifted his body restlessly.
Hmm, that’s not it either.
He really is asleep?
With this fact now confirmed, I fell into my next puzzle.
Then how did Blake manage to fall asleep?
And while holding me in his arms, no less?
But pondering alone would yield no answers.
‘I must have held his hand and cast a spell on him while half-asleep!’
Having abandoned my search for the precise answer, I moved on to my next thought.
Regardless, the most important thing was that I’d managed to get him to sleep.
‘My mana has recharged tremendously, hasn’t it?’
It seemed this was all thanks to sleeping while embracing him.
Let me see… gauging how much had accumulated, roughly…
‘If an ocean’s worth of space was the full measure, I’m now at a puddle?’
There was still a long way to go before I’d be completely full, but the effect was undeniably there.
If I continued recharging steadily like this, staying close to Blake’s side, it wouldn’t be long before I could cast proper spells again, and perhaps I’d soon be able to search for a portal.
I gazed at the adorably sleeping Blake with eyes brimming with affection.
“Blake, you really are my savior, aren’t you?”
Even though the original novel called The Lovely Savior wasn’t written with you as the protagonist.
“…Ah.”
The soft murmur I’d uttered wasn’t loud enough to be heard clearly, yet when I glanced to the side, those mysterious violet eyes that had been gleaming since morning were fixed on me.
His slowly moving gaze darted back and forth between the ceiling and me, as if trying to comprehend the situation.
Then, springing up like a coiled spring, he bolted from the bed.
“What, what… why did I fall asleep….”
“…Hello! Good morning!”
Missing the warmth of his embrace, I rubbed my arms together and offered a cheerful morning greeting.
Though, was it really morning?
Not a single ray of sunlight penetrated the room, which was draped with blackout curtains.
“Alright then.”
After sleeping so well, greeting the morning bathed in sunlight seemed like a fine idea.
Having stayed here just one day, the place had already become familiar to me.
I hopped lightly from the bed and, waving my hand at him as he stood frozen against the wall, staring blankly at me, I made my way toward the curtains.
Whoosh—
The curtains parted, and brilliant, eye-piercing sunlight flooded into the room.
The weather today was absolutely gorgeous!
Since I’d already opened the curtains, I pushed the window open with a creak, and a spring breeze carrying the scent of life gently tickled my nose.
To think I was feeling such a breeze somewhere other than the Western Desert.
It felt like I was dreaming.
It seemed I wasn’t the only one who felt that way.
“…I actually slept.”
Blake had been standing there for quite some time, yet he continued to murmur in disbelief.
Then he grasped the bedpost and collapsed onto the edge of the mattress.
“Right? You slept really well. Thanks to you, I got to sleep warmly and soundly too. The bed is so spacious—I absolutely love it!”
“I was definitely trying to pull you off the bed… how did this even….”
The back of his head, swollen from just waking up, was adorable.
Unaware that his hair had become a bird’s nest, he was rambling on with rolling eyes.
“Was that it? Did I sprawl out too much while sleeping? I’ll be careful next time.”
Though with legs as short as mine, it probably wouldn’t have mattered much anyway.
“Next time, just don’t lie on my bed at all!”
Blake cried out indignantly.
“Don’t be so petty, Blake. The bed is plenty wide—what’s so difficult about sleeping alongside a tiny teddy bear like me?”
“No, that’s not what I meant.”
He seemed to gather his thoughts, exhaling a measured breath as if trying to steer the conversation back on track.
He really is handsome.
With those anxious eyes, he pressed his fingers against the corners of his eyes as if regaining composure, creating an oddly decadent atmosphere.
Seeing a beautiful man first thing in the morning truly was a blessing.
“Did you… do something? Make me fall asleep?”
“Hmm?”
“I was definitely going to throw you off the bed. But the moment I grabbed you, you said something, and then I just… fell asleep, it seems.”
Ah, so that’s what happened.
Now that I understood the full situation, I grinned and spoke with confidence.
“I promised you, didn’t I? That I could put you to sleep.”
But my answer didn’t seem to satisfy him—he grew sharp and tense.
“Tell me how you did it.”
My neck was suddenly seized as I dangled from the edge of the large window, catching the breeze.
“Hey, let go!”
“Tell me right now how you did it. What’s the method? No one has ever broken this curse before. I’ve spent fortunes, searched through ancient texts, been deceived by countless charlatans—and yet no one has ever managed what you did. How did you do it?”
Though I was held awkwardly by the neck, I shrugged lightly and answered in a dignified voice.
“Because I’m the Grand Witch of the Western Territory, Vivian Halloway. I told you already. I’m no ordinary witch. I’m truly remarkable.”
“You weren’t lying?”
“I don’t lie. Lies come back to haunt you. I don’t live that way.”
If I had a philosophy, it was this: never tell a lie.
I’d once read some profound book about how lies beget lies, and those lies beget more lies.
It said that to earn trust, one must act with consistency, communicate earnestly, and….
“…most importantly, act with genuine sincerity. I’m not deceiving you. Because I like you. Ack! Don’t just drop me like that!”
I hit the floor with a thud and rubbed my aching backside while glaring at him, but Blake didn’t even glance my way as he asked indifferently.
“So you’re saying you can keep putting me to sleep like this from now on?”
“I don’t make hasty promises as a rule, but if you let me stay by your side here in this Mansion without casting me out, I can do it as much as you want.”
“…Does that mean you can put me to sleep tonight too?”
“Of course I can. Oh, I have one request though—if you give me wine, I can even put you to sleep during the day!”
Wine from the Human World must be delicious.
While I was lost in such idle thoughts, I noticed him beside me, hesitating as if he wanted to ask something, and I tilted my head.
“What? Do you have another question? I’m happy to answer anything.”
“…I heard earlier. So, you. Why did you call yourself my sav… sav…”
“Sav… sav…?”
Watching Blake make cooing sounds like a pigeon, I furrowed my brows seriously, but then he suddenly turned his head and shouted with a stiff expression.
“…Just tell me why you called yourself my savior!”
Was it my imagination, or were the tips of his ears slightly flushed?
I gazed at him quietly before explaining in a light tone.
“Ah, that! Well, when you’re by my side, my strength surges forth. My mana replenishes itself.”
Blake’s eyes narrowed to slits, still refusing to meet my gaze.
“You’re saying I replenish your mana?”
“Exactly right. I mentioned it yesterday too. But I’ll explain again. You’re a mana replenishment ability user—sometimes called a ‘mana restoration ability user.’ Your power fills my mana reserves. It’s an extraordinarily rare ability.”
“I’m neither a sorcerer nor a witch. I don’t even understand what you mean by ability user.”
I’m simply….
He muttered flatly after a moment of silence.
“A cursed human.”
“But to me, you’re special.”
A brief silence fell.
I savored the precious sight of Blake’s eyes widening in surprise before contorting, then trembling slightly.
His ears burned a vivid crimson, a stark contrast to his otherwise expressionless face.

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