Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

Winds howled at Nathalie's ears, almost deafening her, but it wasn't much of a problem. Her hair became unbridled and free enough to blend in with the blue patches of the sky. From the layers of clouds, she hid amongst them, not to get detected with any from what was beneath her.

One handheld on her broom tight, while the other was on her phone, scrolling down through the messages. Not even from her long lashes went abuzz from her sight as she squinted at the screen.

'439 unread messages, 325 phone calls… My goodness, these are all from Jonathan…'

For the most part, she was thankful that she had this communication.

Among them, Jonathan was in deep concern about where and how I was doing. Knowing that Athan became sympathetic towards her was foreign and less likely to happen only before she had to explain it.

Going deeper through the messages found Keith was now rescued back to the castle. 

To their surprise, the deep gashes on his wounds recovered fast, and he woke up as nothing happened to him at all.

Afterwhich, Keith then relayed to Jonathan what happened before I got taken away from him.

Earlier, becoming so enraged, he went on a rampage and almost set the forest to a frozen wasteland. Only then did Jonathan mobilize a part of his strongest army to look for her and the rest when a distinct snow biome was made in the area.

Now that he wasn't caught off guard and in immense emotions overriding Keith's thought process, it was a lot harder for them to fight him, and more than half of his forces were incapacitated.

Nathalie covered her mouth, gasping, as she closed her eyes. She was taking the time to read about what happened just yesterday.

The twilight twins were no exception, severely wounded but still hanging on tight. Both had teamwork to bring the maniac person down.

No casualties for the quick rescue and treatment were made to the castle were made, and the forces.

Keith felt bad, so much, so he lamented for his actions, shutting himself to the bed-chamber he was once accommodated back then. 

Even so, Jonathan kept his word that a knight like him must need rest to regain his strength, and Nathalie would be back for him.

Which explained the spam messages with nothing but deep panic almost inscribed in every word. More than anything, he was thankful for the potion she gave; it was beyond effective and as if the commotion never existed.

Out of all, the woes resonated to her heart, for she was the cause of what happened later, and she was beyond grateful for what Jonathan decided to do. The best one possible for both parties.

The Grand Duke of Forsberg spent many resources to compromise for what had happened, and there was no way she would stand by it, not doing anything at all.

Withal, she placed her phone back in her pouch and held tight on her broom.

It was time to make haste, flying faster than she ever managed. She pressed her lips thinner as much as she could, lest the wind flapped them aloud with her gums showing from the fierce gale slammed to her face.

'Faster… Faster…'  From her palms now clamped together around the wooden shaft, for she was too giddy from this moment on.

Before she knew it, she had already traversed from the southern borders and the lush green valleys, and mountain ranges forefront was a captivating castle—a stark one comparable to her new home, Starbrooke Castle.

It had several layers of cliffs forming terraces and steep cliffs from the horizon.

She went faster and faster, eyes seemed dry, and almost her ear was on the verge of popping from the noise she had, and her skin started to hurt from the impact.

Yet it wasn't much of a concern to her when she could feel within her body the energy continued to deplete faster than she ever consumed. Her limbs almost wobbled, but she had to go through with it.

'Almost there.'

Alas, she gritted her teeth from the wave of nausea that befell her.

This time she slowed down, in which she took her chances to retrieve her smartphone once more and give it a call.

[Miss Quinn?]

"On—my—way…" she breathed amidst the roaring winds, and before he could reply, she turned it off and kept it.

Getting closer, the castle enlarged, almost domineering, but she was never afraid of the moss-covered brick walls into it. Guards became alert in her direction, only to scurry and gave a signal that she already arrived.

A large horn blew, and from the opposite side found Jonathan, sprinting alongside Dusk and Dawn, meeting her way.

The soldiers greeted in salute, and just several feet above the landing spot, she let go of her magic broom and landed on the ground with grace.

"You've arrived safely…" Jonathan greeted her, and she gave a curt nod as a response.

Between her fingers, she ruffled through her unkempt hair from the ride as she was somehow out of breath. She jammed her hands back into her pouch and grabbed the tonic as a temporary solution.

Unbeknownst to her, the guards widened their eyes the moment they took notice of that bottle, then caught her ears about their fussy talk that one she had become a profound interest among the soldiers. 

Even the twins couldn't stop licking their lips from it.

With a fizzling pop, she took a drink—the savory taste coursed through her tongue and down to her throat with such a fire that she couldn't help but want more of it—and from the surroundings that she gazed at were dancing, finally went to a stop after the last chug.

'Ahh! So refreshing…'

[I'm sorry for the commotion.]

"Don't worry about it. What's important was that no harm got in your way. You must be tired; come on in."

[Thank you for having me.]

"He couldn't wait any longer."

[I know.]

As a cue, Jonathan turned around with his draping wolf fur cape swung and dangled to and fro with every step he took. Nathalie followed closely with a strut and went inside the castle.