Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

Nathalie and Keith donned a cloak, and they already stood from the gate of Elverstone Stronghold, the name of the very foundation they stood in the heart of Grand Duchy of Forsberg, which was also Jonathan's home.

[Thank you for the gift, Your Grace.]

"Don't mention it. I owe you more than that," Jonathan replied with a large grin plastered on his face. He overlooked the side, and from the crevices of the mountain regions, eyes narrowed as the glowing crown almost slipped out from it. "Are you sure you plan to travel so early in the morning?"

[The time's ticking, also I had enough rest. So everything's good.]

"So be it." The other side had echoed a series of clopping sounds—a gait in multiple beats— which mused their ears. He turned his head, and it was a sophisticated carriage drawn by two white horses. "The carriage is there now, don't forget to keep in touch."

[Absolutely.]

The coach took hold of the command, with the white-leather straps attached to the horses,  halted the horses with ease, and was raised with loud neighs. Aside from the golden aesthetic found on the carriage, it had magic stone inscriptions along with the sturdy foundation of metal and wood, made of high quality. 

Even from the sheen, glossy horses were no ordinary: their manes were silky smooth, the muscles from the legs were superb, and the hoofs had ghastly mist that lingered. 

She couldn't believe that he would go to such lengths to extend his courtesy.

"I wish for your safe journey."

Nathalie smiled, giving him a curt nod, before turning around. Keith went close to the door, opened it for her, and then lent his hand to take the step inside.

Soon as she got in, she smoothened down her cloak and dress before taking a cozy seat on the red velvety fabric that cushioned her. On the other hand, Keith took the opposite side of her.

One last time, she waved her hand, bidding farewell to Jonathan and the twins.

'I will miss them… Too bad I couldn't bring Jonathan with me.'

Nathalie remembered, back in the room she stayed, how Jonathan wanted to take a leave and serve her in the meantime. But, before he ended his statement, she already shook her head vehemently.

Also, she had learned that this was the place where Mystique rebuilt the new city of Dysnomia Empire, the revolutionary place where she left everything to her confidants, and in Athan's care as he reclaimed the territories, one by one.

She then leaned towards the window, propping her arm, and admired the lush greens and verdant meadows that greeted her eyes.

'This place… Huh, not bad. I'm impressed.'

Ever since she transmigrated in this world, she had yet to have these dreams, and it was as though she broke free from the eternal shackles that bound her from the stresses she couldn't get away if she would never write them at all.

Although, it was something she never wished for, especially since she had to live with this kind of life. Even before she could get away, Athan never ceased to seek out for her.

"Pardon me, My Lady, but I find it rather odd to believe…" Keith's voice was rather calm, yet his gaze bore caution as he kept an eye on her.

"What is?"

"So, the two of you were really in a… contract?" His jaws somehow clenched, irking from the word he uttered.

"Well, it's more of a pact, but you may have that as well." Nathalie flipped her hair to the side, brushing repeatedly. "I benefited a lot from it." 

Along the lines in their conversation coated deception, but there was no need for him to know as it was only between the two of them.

They have talked about many things since, and somehow it was refreshing that she wasn't alone in this.

By a far notch, Jonathan had already made a move in which Athan had yet to take them on.

Meanwhile, Nathalie was on the same page as him, and she was rather careful with her plans not to disrupt the whole timeline, in which she warned him just as well for the outcome that might result.

Now that Jonathan knew she was the villainess no more, his plans gravely shifted.

She would rather believe in this Grand Duke than the Imperial Crown Prince this time around.

Out of all, she was giddy with the item she obtained from him.

Her hands went to her inner pocket and retrieved the small object, about half the size of her fair, smooth palm.

'I never knew this would come in handy.'

She may have the tracker with her, but it needed a connection linked to the security company's headquarters.

Now, Jonathan was a renowned bodyguard, and he spared one for her. Through this, she would be able to attach this to her phone, and she would be able to call and text him whenever, wherever they were.

Alas, the communication was no problem for her in this story, at least to Jonathan and his side on the Southern Territory.

Odds that were in her favor would come almost once in a blue moon, and she could never have been happier to learn the unknown factor was her ultimate boon.

'I wonder what Athan's reaction would be upon seeing this place….'

With that in mind, she clutched it close to her chest, embracing it well. 

Keith blinked a few times, curious as to what it was, but his amicable face shifted to aggression, growling as he turned his head to the window.

"Keith, what's wrong—" she whispered but was taken by surprise when her soft lips met his calloused palm.

"I sense a strong yet elusive presence."

Right after he said it, the carriage's speed reached a stop, and from the windows, it was all but a thicket of woods.

Somehow, it was silent, and without enhancing her hearing, she couldn't help but click her tongue from another mess that included her again.

"You dare use this route?!" One of the men roared at the coachman.

More and more rowdy noises arose, threatening him, and there was no way she would stand by it.

Keith was about to move out when a familiar voice echoed.

'Oh shit. Here we go again…' Nathalie inwardly groaned, rolling her eyes, from the nightmare that befell her.