Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

Keith had been observing for a while, from the other side found the Salvatore siblings, having their moment and bond after years of separation. He lost count of how many times Sylvester hugged Marianne, her little sister, and the only family he had after the great war that happened. 

There were just a handful of people around, from a secluded place they were in, but he didn't even have to hide his vulnerability in front of the rest. The same thing for Marianne as well, sobbing as much as she could, for the crazy, selfish decision she had made.

'Never had his aquamarine eyes gleamed with the utter happiness he had ever since Marianne came back to his life.' 

Keith sighed, as though a heavy weight lifted off his chest, from the times he had to endure the wrath of 'Grand Duke of the West' and at times, he had to put up with it. It was an open secret that Mystique took the lead, but he knew the truth—yet he had to endure as much as she did until the time came.

Through Nathan, personally taking a visit to the Grand Duchy of Salvatore, Silvester learned the kernel of truth, and more of it as of the moment, from Marianne's mouth.

In the distance, Sylvester nodded slowly, not taking his eyes off of her the whole time. He then stole a glance at Mystique and Veronica from several feet away from all of them, both had sound barriers that only revealed their lips open, and shifted their expressions from time to time.

This time, his aquamarine eyes now had a soft gaze, with a bitter smile alongside it. 

'Finally, he realized it…' Keith kneaded his head, as there was one less problem for him, 'So many things have been going on today…'

'With that… Does this mean this was the right time?' Although, he shook his head as his gut instinct clawed that it wasn't the time, but he couldn't help but think about what Athan mentioned earlier, perchance ruined Mystique's plan again. 

Athan started to deliberate the two ladies, as they took off their hoods. They revealed their elven ears pointing out from their platinum blonde hair, and in front of him, they were no different from a toddler getting scolded by someone older.

'I'm not sure what's on them that My Lady was interested in, coincidentally so what Athan wanted.' 

Moreover, the Crown Prince started to give one 'Hymnic Conch' each, and their eyes shimmered in awe

Not that Keith had this for the first time whenever Mystique would've pulled out strange ideas and even objects that came to her mind; but right now, after several guesses he pondered, got thrown out of the window as he had no clue what she wanted to do this time around.

From the start, it was rather unusual that she already had this deep connection with Nathan.

Like they knew each other.

Yet Keith also wondered in his thoughts to what extent did  Mystique remember and not so far.

'Although, My Lady also gives this kind of gaze to everyone else, even me—'

However, Keith snapped out of his train of thoughts as Nathan's arm waved, beckoning him to come closer. He was rather skeptical, but he knew he had to keep a pretense with the rest of them.

"You have called, Sire."

"Take this with you and give it to her." After which, he started to pull out from the storage, and it was a large, metallic crate dropped on the ground with a low thud. "This is a valuable artifact, take care of it. Hold this part right here."

Nathan started to point at the topmost part of it—a slight curve from the top akin to a handle—and lifted it a few inches on the ground with one hand so easily.

He gulped hard when the item in front of him was deemed an artifact; albeit he had yet to know what it could do, one thing he bore in mind was to handle it with care.

Upon gripping it tightly, he clenched his teeth. To his surprise, it wasn't as heavy as he had thought. 

"Oh, you're back already. I presume it went well?" Keith arched his neck, only to learn that he watched from afar, and as such, ears caught up to the familiar rhythm. 

When he turned around, Mystique strutted towards his direction with a deep amusement in her face.

[Indeed.]

"Wonderful news!" From his pocket, he took out another 'Hymnic Conch' on him, and gave it to her without a hitch.

Keith recalled how she worked hard to get her hands on it; now it turned out so easy, how times quickly changed.

Astonished, his voice became breathless, greeting her nonetheless, "My Lady—"

[It's fine. You can place it here.] She then gestured her hands right beside her, and had him move it with care. 

"As you wish…" Keith said, bowing afterwards.

After which, she stared at his gleaming lime eyes, beaming the same way as his quirked lips. [I don't think we could've made this of much use.]

"For now… Anyway, you should have this with you." In which a deep chuckle left Nathan's lips. 

Mystique agreed, peered a tad bit on the people behind her. [I shall go now.]

With the preparations done, she gathered them with their 'Hymnic Conches' and deliberated several instructions, while the rest of them moved to the side, and watched them far afield.

Led by Marianne, a melodic hum came and amplified with the artifect she had, and it was just the start, but it was soothing to his ears, and the deep burden in his heart, unknowingly, lifted up.

Then, she sang aloud some of the lyrics, and almost everyone was impressed—even his brother reacted the same way.

Nathan leaned to the side, somehow trying to whisper at Sylvester, "You seem surprised."

"I—This is…" Sylvester stammered with his mouth trembling, and almost moved to tears. "I never knew… What she really wanted…"

"Well, now you do."

Both of them nodded in unison.

But what shocked Keith the most turned out to be Veronica, who also took part of this mystical charade—even though he noticed the sense of wariness and skepticism plastered on her face, and looking around trying to imitate the rest—she was just as good as the rest of them.

The four of them are taking part of this daunting task, with Mystique supporting them.