Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

'Is that…' More than anything, Keith couldn't move almost every inch of his body when he kept staring at it. 'Me? With My Lady?'

The smartphone dropped on the floor, revealed a portrait that was beyond clarity. 

He was in between the two ladies. Both of them had a chic style of their dress, embellished with sequins, oozing elegance and charisma.

From the left, he had no idea who she was; however, from the right, bright as day that it was her, the one and only master he served from now on. Yet, the color was rather different, and even the energy he got from her seemed so foreign.

Gut clawed him deep with the urge upon pondering, 'This... Miss... Quinn?'

Somehow, he got overwhelmed by the pose that was in it, rather incredibly close to him, to Mystique, to the point of hooking her shoulders, bringing him closer to him.

He kneaded his temples, groaning, '... I feel like I turned out a madman…'

Though it wasn't all as she was in all smiles, and dared, he thought no one could tell her she was the happiest lady in the world.

His lips drew thin, how it moved his heart a tad bit.

He didn't know what to do or think. 

Torn between the two opposite sides of a spectral as it was either but a fiction or a reality. 

Although he didn't remember having this kind of moment, let alone to preserve this scene, not even in his mind would it pop out of the blue.

'This isn't me… What in the heavens have I witnessed?'

Still, if it was, then it was the moment he had seen her: the happiest, and the warmest smiles she could ever show from her cold statuesque.

After which, fortunately, he got to lower himself, staring at it further.

In it, he noticed how great of a similar face they had—almost like a clone if not for tiger ears he had and the small scar by the neck. 

The man had human ears to boot.

Even if he could've hidden the ear.

First, through magic, but the mana cost for such an aesthetic was never worth it. Curbing amongst his voluminous hair. Second, the man inside it had a rather clean, short haircut on top of a beret.

Mystique would respect his decision to make a full transformation of a white tiger or a mix. She had no qualms about it.

Overall, it was of those times that was supposedly too good to be true; instead, the idea was far-fetched and most unlikely.

Except what he gawked at the moment.

Though the outfit wasn't as odd as he thought it would be: a resemblance of a tailcoat and an inner vest, only it had a straight, thin necktie that looked suffocating to him.

A little nearer, reaching it again when the smartphone went blank. He moved his head, glancing at a different angle, but nothing was there to surprise him once more.

'There's… Something wrong… here…' he gulped hard, blinking his eyes, and the image didn't deceive him one bit—the hair color and eyes were rather different.

The place behind them was rather strange. Towering spires, of different sizes and shapes, almost hit the blue skies.

"What's taking you so long in there?!" 

Keith flinched when Nathan roared and noticed thuds that clamored outside of the room.

"To hell with this…' Despite so many questions in his head, again, he needed to focus and grabbed it with all that he got. Never in his life had he lifted this much weight—even for a small slab of metal was hard to move.

With adrenaline, he growled and bolted out of the room. 

Upon meeting halfway was Nathan, who bumped Keith, losing his grip on the smartphone. Fortunately, the former caught the phone that flew in the air.

His lime eyes gleamed, noticing his arms that trembled in plain sight. "Ahh, right. It must've been so hard for you." Turning around, he went close to her.

Somehow, Mystique now sat on a spare chair as she was getting better than earlier. Though aside from the small smears and dirt all over her clothes and body, she could sit in comfort this time.

[What do you mean?]

"Surprisingly, I could hold it just as much as you do… But the rest couldn't."

Keith listened to how even the twins had a hard time grazing over it, let alone carrying it. Perhaps luck was on his side, but only until then. 

Mystique wanted to rebut, but as soon as she wrote a letter, she erased it. [...I see…]

"Not like you're going to make me go there when you need the phone to talk to me just as well."

[Of course.] She rolled her eyes, then held her palms up for him to give back the smartphone.

"Here... Don't worry about the mess here. Since you gave me the formula, we should be able to do just fine." Nathan raised his chin, harrumphed at once. "I told you I'm beyond rich and resources aren't my problem. Look what you did."

[I say thrifty.]

He swung his cape as he turned around. "Alright, now go. Time's ticking." 

"Let's go back, Keith."

'Go?' Keith observed from the side. He was in all ears despite acting he was nonchalant about the whole situation. 'Where to, again?'

Then, Mystique sighed, standing upright, as she walked towards the vanity. 

[There's a problem in the northern territory.]

In turn, Keith's gut churned and dropped heavily as he wondered about such a plight happening in the territory with least likely to have problems. 

Nevertheless, he asked groggily, "W—What would that be, My Lady?"

"There's a disturbance in the 'Northbound Taiga' and not the fun kind."

Dilation of his pupils became too apparent as he dropped his jaw. Never in his wildest dreams that the once untouched land would start a shake within the Dysnomia Empire—particularly the northern region.

"Who?" he growled.

His eyes seared out of anger, blinding him slightly with thoughts ramming inside his head—the audacity to ruin the custom became a disservice to the proprietor of the agreement, Grand Duke Arnold Heinrich Blackwell.

Meanwhile, she nibbled her lip, staring at his eyes—as crystal clear as it was, the confusion seen in her eyes for the first time—muttering.

"I don't know… My winter sentinels were all killed."