Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

"There are so many!" Jonathan now stood crouching all the time as he helped Nathalie with all of her luggage sprawled on the carpeted floor, with each of them opened, and checked what was inside of it. 

[You think so?]

"Of course! It's insane, Miss—"

Nathalie prodded his lips, shutting them in an instant. 

"Mystique…" she clarified.

Only then he cleared his throat and said, "Yes, Lady Mystique."

Just as much as she tried to hold it, she groaned a tad bit with the kind of upset that he still had this polite nature in him despite the differences in their status and reputation.

She didn't know she would be happy or too sad at this point.

[You could've dropped the title, but whatever,] she replied, then casually flinging her hands up and away from her shoulders.

"No can do—"

[We have to act, Mister. We can't blow things up, right?]

Nathalie had been acting for her life ever since she was in the villainess's body, but it came off rather smoothly like she was Mystique in the first place—with all the sensory details and cumbersome memories she had.

Tonight was somehow life-changing, for she thought that she would be the only one to strive until the very end of this world she was in, another person came to her life—someone that she could trust at that.

But she still has her reservations; it was also a perfect opportunity to get to know this other side of him—a character she knew nothing about aside from writing it in her book as dead, canonical.

Now that she got this far, there was no way she could've fuck this one up.

After which, Jonathan clenched his teeth, trying to give it much of a thought. "You make a fair point."

[All's good. I appreciate it. Been hard for me these days.]

"Yeah, I can imagine." A deep sigh blurted out and glanced at the suitcase again, "You really packed a lot of these." 

[I was so stressed out that night.]

"News?" He then peered at her sideways. After, he pondered for a while what could've possibly happened. "Was it the spoilers?"

From her nod, his eyes started to narrow. 

Meanwhile, she started to pack them back and placed them in her pouch one by one. Then, when it came down to the tracking device on the portmanteau bag, she beckoned him for it.

"Oh, right. This is mine. Thanks." He went on bended knee, and through his smartphone, he plucked it out. 

Though she noticed that he was quick to turn it off right away.

[Need charger?]

"Not really," he replied. In his hand was the device that he placed inside the pouch. "It's not that I don't have any alternative ways to keep the battery alive in this; it's just that there's no point in using one when there's no internet."

[Well, you don't have anything like this?]

Nathalie showed the contents in her phone: documents that were filled with PDFs and notes that she would need in the future; downloaded movies, music, and videos on her apps; lastly, must-have widgets and gadgets that were installed on her phone.

"Oh yes, here! Let me show you." He turned his smartphone on, and with a beep, he scrolled through the wallpaper and the rest for her to see.

Hers might've contained academic fields, a career, as well as literature contents. Still, his contents were convenient, aside from the mundane tasks, in it was full of planning, safety, and security protocols.

Nathalie spammed mind-blowing emojis as a response instead, which had him chuckle from the reaction.

[You two are a perfect match in heaven.]

"That's good to hear from you."

[For the record, I'm still shocked about it.]

"You'll be able to move on past that." Jonathan let out a hearty laugh and stood as he adjusted his suit and cape. 

In the meantime, his hands smoothened down the fabric of his trousers; she raised her phone for him to read.

[Right, that's also good news that you meet the twins and take them under your wing.]

Somehow, he halted before going on and did his business.

"It's a good opportunity when I have the chance."

Nathalie caught a glimpse of his reaction, in which she arched her neck with a deep curiosity painted on her face. [How did you meet them, though?]

She blinked her eyes until she had a quirky grin; it suggested something else. 

Though she wanted to shift the tension and atmosphere between them throughout the conversation to let their guard somehow down, and now that it came to this, perhaps it won't hurt to ask him at all what she had in mind.

[You meet them at Aridheart Rise?]

A sudden shift in his body temperature caught her sight.

Jonathan had his lips parted so small it's hard to look at first glance, but his eyes wanted to avert away so badly.

"You also know I was able to talk with this voice that I have," she whispered, standing upright as soon as the carpeted floor had no more luggage found. 

When his face got even paler than ever, she typed fast with her lips pressed thin.

[Tell me, have you read my manuscript?]

Yet it was at that moment, and he fucked up.

"... Yes, Miss Quinn..." He gazed on the floor with both of his hands curled to a fist.

The heat rushed through her body like adrenaline, and she lost count of how many times she gulped as her throat went dry and itchy. Her palms tingled the moment he came clean, on the verge of slapping him back to back.

But then it diffused rather quickly as her mind geared to a quick turn, for a myriad of reasons she thought of then.

"Were you the one leaking it?"

"No! I'd never do that!" he replied, shaking his head. 

She knew it was the tea from him.

It made her want to go back that time, but all of a sudden, Nathalie gasped when waves of vague voices crashed inside her head, grabbing a handful of her hair.

"Hey, hey," Jonathan called, stood up, and went close to her, patting her back while he checked her scrunched face. "W—What's wrong?"

The voice became rather distinct inside her and had her eyes snapped wide, whispering, "Keith…"

"What about him—?"

"Where is he?" she breathed with a grip on his arms. 

Afterwhich, a sudden loud thud came as the twins barged into the room, shouting in unison.

"Your Grace!"