Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

'Curses! What an abomination have I witnessed so far?!' 

In what seemed like a private chamber several blocks away from Keith, he dashed out of place, leaving no traces of him as he went on the way back to his chamber.

After his ears snapped from the sudden creak of the chairs, and how Nathan wanted to show her something else that he cared less about at this point.

A surge of adrenaline overtook him, for it was unbelievable what he heard so far. It took every ounce of his body to run away just to ignore the physical and mental burden in pursuit of his safety and peace of mind.

Even amidst the negotiation of both parties in that negotiation they had, he was still in all ears, trying to get to the bottom of the confusion that was harder for him to clear.

With Mystique's help, he improved leaps and bounds, and as much as it was difficult to swallow the hard lump inside his throat—using what he learned against her, perhaps branding an ungrateful knight that he was—he had to take his chances.

He used his full potential, breaking through the barrier, at least even to the slightest, faintest sound ever reached his fingers; he still went through it.

Yet after all that, it still had him speechless, for myriad things he wanted to contemplate.

The Grand Duke of Forsberg had a great resemblance to him in that he thought that someone like him needed safety and protection from people around him.

Not in his wildest dreams would such a high standing for a noble look like him at all.

While it didn't hurt just as much how most people knew behind the stalwart individual that he had a disgusting and traumatizing past.

Keith now was in a sprint, even if he had ragged breathing, his legs treaded far and wide so long as he reached his chamber.

He cared none of that, for what he believed none of their words hurt him, except for the people that believed his talent and capabilities the most, like the promising knight that he was to them.

Everyone of Blackwell descent believed in him; the moment Mystique's eyes landed on him, and showed to them what he was capable of, was the point in his life he could never forget.

A turning point where he now had a goal and ambition throughout his lifetime.

Even if he had to give everything he had to her, it might still not be enough, let alone her family. He knew, but he never lost hope and didn't lead astray on the path he chose.

Yet it broke his heart, even the first one who saw the greatness in him, the only Lady in Blackwell Household, now had no idea what was his past.

Even after spending the nights with her, he didn't complain; after the cold and harsh treatment most of the time, he paid no heed. To him, it was all worth it and better to the memories of the past that continued to haunt him.

There was no way he would go back to that hell hole.

All he did was for her...

But now, Mystique had little to no memory of him or whatsoever, and it crushed his heart to pieces. For the only lady, he looked up to shattered him so badly, turning the lingering thoughts into brittle pieces.

With all of his woes, the forlorn in his heart fueled anger when he learned a particular identity that lived through her.

'Miss Quinn? Who is she?! What load of crap have I gotten myself into?!'

Out of frustration, his teeth gnashed, almost making his mouth pain, and from the harsh wind that brushed past him still hadn't dried the subtle wetness in his bloodshot eyes. 

Alas, he reached the door, barging in with a loud thud. Closing, he screamed and kicked the wooden stand that was nearby him. Through the glint of his eyes, he thrashed the couch to the side and didn't care for what happened to it as it blasted to splinters.

Whatever his lands laid on, he threw them away with the strength he still had in him. With a roar, he split the wardrobe into several fractures.

He went at it with the tantrums he had. It was the first time he did such a thing. Once keeping every intense emotion, he was now bottled up to the point of no return.

Keith's chest rose and fell quickly, glaring to the ground and gasping for more air, as he couldn't believe more of the weird discussions that registered in his head.

'Who is she? But what His Grace said earlier…' He somehow zoned out, recapitulating everything again, 'No wait…'

A couple of blinks made when he pondered, 'Does that mean two identities fused into one?'

A loud crackle boomed in the sky, for he wondered if it was thunder, but then a majestic thunderbird soared through the sky.

Even having to take a look at it sent electrifying sensations he thought he'd never get from it. 

A legendary thunderbird came, and he couldn't help but peer down to a part that was like a thicket of the forest.

Realization dawned upon him all of a sudden when he remembered the conversation of the two; now that they were away, he needed to do something he wanted to do.

'A perfect time for me to check once and for all!'

With that said, Keith rushed to the chamber where Mystique got accommodated, and it was just several yards away from him.

Fortunately, there were no people present near her chamber and on the alleyway. Also, he had access to her room, which was easy.

Soon as he entered the chamber, he shuffled to the nightstand, wanting to investigate what made him utterly curious.

He was taking a gamble once more.

Out of luck, he now went to the vanities and array of wardrobes.

Yet, he didn't react well with that screech of the bird raked his ears, and the next thing he knew, Mystique was nearby the balcony.

'Crap! No… This is the time!'