Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

Nathalie already got the expected reaction from him, but it was still not enough.

This time, it's now or never.

Inside her clutch was her smartphone. Nathan snapped out of trance when he glared at the gadget that cast a bright glow on her face. Before his hand reached out to it, she already rang her phone with swiftness.

It has been a while since she last heard of it.

After a few beats, a familiar light beamed from one of the pockets of his trousers, a rectangular glow followed by the same melody of her phone.

She did her best and made a meek smile as his face bereft of life. 

Nathan grabbed the phone in his pocket, and now that it was in his hand, Nathalie, on the other hand, gasped from what she saw.

'It's... Really Jonathan...' 

To her whims, it wasn't only him that got surprised; the twins held the same reaction as him while their trembling hands pointed at her.

"Dawn! Isn't—that's the same—like—His Grace?!" Dusk smacked his shoulder numerous times while his amber eyes gaped at it.

"I…" Dawn's slightly chapped lips parted with a tremble, grabbing his hand midway from smacking, muttering, "Indeed, it really is the same…"

Nathalie began to type from her phone, there she found a typing sound to it and so fast that she finished in a few seconds before showing it to Nathan, trembling.

[Is this enough proof for both of us?]

Meanwhile, Nathan almost had his phone slipped right through his fingers, staggering before he fell back to his seat.

She may have kept a straight face, but it didn't change; she bit her lip from his reaction; at the same time, her already glossy eyes brimmed with tears that trickled on her cheeks.

Emotions continued to overwhelm her; before the blurriness in her eyes came to be, she had to ask one thing of him.

"...Please save Keith..."

At the moment, she couldn't move from the restraints, and with Keith's body heat signatures almost dimmed with blue and violet, he was already knocking on death's door.

At first, all she thought was that Keith would become a crucial piece of her plot schemes; but as days went on, she couldn't help but grow such an attachment—so deep that she had a hard time uprooting it anymore.

There was no way he would die, not in front of her eyes.

"Call the physician…"

Nathalie turned in Nathan's direction when he let out a deep growl. He hung his head low, propping his arm on his thighs.

"Your Grace…" Both of them chorused as they got thrown to confusion, glancing at one another.

"Don't make me repeat myself. Heal him, and take care of him!"

With a voice now boomed no different from a thunder, all of them flinched and moved immediately. The guards scurried, following the twins, while they called out the greatest physicians the Grand Duchy of Forsberg could ever have.

Soon as they left the chamber with a loud thud on the closed door, silence lingered between them. 

Awkwardness...

A part of her was still in processing the wild, raw emotions that overcame her. With Mystique's nature of being able to come to terms with it rather fast and easy, she could do so—to text him.

Even though she understood how they started in a rough spot and grew into a sticky situation, she managed to type again, which grabbed his attention.

Nathalie caught a glimpse of his face, still with a colored surprise, as she showed her screen. 

[How have you been, Jo—?]

"Nathan…"

Her face contorted in confusion.

"Call me Nathan."

When she got the gist, she gestured her hand with ok.

His lips opened, trembling, but it was as though he couldn't find words to utter that he ended up closing.

For a couple of times—open and close—it was all for naught that he ended up having a deep sigh.

"I'm doing fine. What about you?"

[Good.]

Somehow, she was also at a loss for words that she didn't know what to type at all. It was fairly easy to do it through her phone, but she never knew it would turn out like this.

While it did cross her mind that she hoped it would've been Jonathan, the timing was just too awful, and if she wouldn't risk now, then only regret and resentment awaited her.

So many questions came to her mind, and of all things, it was several words that she typed out of the blue.

[I'm sorry.]

"For what?"

[It seemed like I dragged you into this.]

"I don't think you wanted this… None of us did, so don't beat yourself up with—" He stopped when she let out a whimper.

Tears became too unstoppable, cascading like waterfalls; no matter how many times she wiped them off with her hands, they kept coming for more. 

Alas, Nathalie broke down.

Also, Nathan ought to hug her, patting her frail back with a coo. "No, don't be sorry. It should be me; I was too harsh on you." With the embrace, she couldn't help but cry harder with muffled sounds.

For a long time, she missed her family and friends. After having the curse, all she thought was to survive.

But so does Jonathan too.

Even at this moment, everything flashed back, and it still hurt her every time.

Now she calmed down, pulled away, and asked, [How did you end up here?]

"I would've asked the same question." Nathan already had a soft gaze, and lips pressed thin, stopping him from beaming. "Out of all, why it gotta be—"

His mouth got covered with her palm as she hushed him. The moment she let go, she typed again.

[Only you know I'm not Mystique.]

"Alright, got it." He stood up and then slowly loosened the bindings that were on her. "Do you feel better with this?"

[Much better.] While she gave the nod. [I honestly don't know. The next thing I knew after that accident, I was already in the castle; and saw myself in the mirror… This.]  Her hands gestured herself from head to toe, repeatedly, with a bewildered stare.

"I see…"

[What about you?]

"Just the same as you; I thought it was already the end for me, but then I woke up, and I'm in this body already with great knowledge and history of this place." 

[Huh?]

He arched his neck, staring at almost every nook and cranny of the room with pride. "It's funny because I just know everything like I've lived here for so long."