Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

"A big catch! They're here now! Let's present them to the Desolate Ravine!" The man, whom she compared as Chad. roared out of the men who seemed to be under him. 

Inside the caravan, she gazed at Jonathan, beckoning a signal they were in the right direction. 

"I never thought out of all people, it would've been Lady Mystique herself who would come all the way to us like some divine providence." 

His comment and the smug smirk seemed enough to rile them up to anger, most especially Keith, who started to squirm but left to struggle in futile with the bindings that tightened him.

However, she was there, giving them a side glance to remind them never to blow up the plan she had in mind and compromise it— for all they had to do was endure, even for a moment in time.

"Not answering, eh? Like the rumors said, very calm and collected, even in danger."

Before Chad closed the curtain, Nathalie had a glimpse of his flared cloth that slipped through his baggy robe, and the dominant features such as his chiseled jaws shown, and the subtle glint from his aquamarine eyes. 

Inside went a lot dimmer as the curtain unfurled, but it didn't stop her from beckoning Jonathan's attention from what she had thought.

It was still vague to point out it was him, in the first place with few of the features seen from the bad angle of light alongside the cloth enough to shroud him. But that voice and that jawline caught her attention.

'I've been flirting with Chad for a long time, just having a good time so there's no way I'm gonna miss that!' 

When the ride they were in rumbled as the basilisks roared, she couldn't help but look at Jonathan, mouthing the words, "That was Chad! You know him?"

However, he hesitated before nodding his head, replying with a whisper, "I do."

Nathalie got taken aback.

'What in the hell? What did he mean he knows Chad?'

Although her face screamed it all, in which Jonathan ought to clarify as he whispered back at her.

"Cafe? Yes. This, no."

From there, she parted her lips as she gave a curt nod.

The same case as her, even though he bore such great resemblance to Chad, things were still early to tell what was about to happen from now on.

In this world she had created, so many factors and aspects she remembered reflected the same thing as the one where she came from; now she got a taste and a slap of reality what she was in after thinking about what more would've surprised her 

It was weird in itself to know so many people around her in this world happened to be the ones she knew beforehand. 

Like Keith, who happened to embody Jonathan, it was already one of the things that she hesitated from keeping him even closer to her aside from the fact the predetermined partner was for him as the storyline continued.

Thinking about it, always had her disheartened from the sudden waver. It was a huge wall she had to break through, even though she was the one building up in front of Keith.

'... Is this how far we're gonna go? Am I alright with this now? I don't want to get hurt…'

Then, she couldn't help but eyed sideways at Keith, and he somehow tilted his head with such an amicable gaze, that he had no clue what she wanted to tell him in this instance.

'Ugh! Focus! Nathalie!' She shook her head. A blatant reminder of the main issue she needed to address. 'If you get caught up with this, Miss thing; don't even think about seeing tomorrow off your head!' 

Yet, even before she could've started to patch things up for her part, the story spiraled and knitted to Athan's advantage.

Fortunately so, she was safe; but it wasn't the time to get so complacent of him.

The caravan was on the move after an earful roar and screech of the basilisks with them. But that didn't stop her from pondering through her thoughts.

Right now, they were about to meet this new character, which Jonathan also got the gist of it. 

'Clarice Danielle Pandora,' she thought, recalling the character that she wrote. 'I don't know what triggered it for her to come out so early, but should I be alright?'

While it did make sense, as the leader of the 'Order of Pandora' and the one that held the 'Malevolent Casket' on top of it, there was no doubt the cause of plagues happened because of her emergence.

Nathalie knew that who was the root cause of the plight, she might've got the idea of how to backtrack the story. Even if the original storyline was no more, at least it would've been on the same trajectory as it was then. 

She wasn't an enemy in the eyes of Clarice, at least.

Unlike Athan, Clarice had a grudge against him and Sylvester. Mystique took the opportunity, an enemy of one's enemy is a friend, after all.

Supposedly, all hope wasn't lost for her. For the leader was of the minority and the victim of Sylvester's governance from maltreatment and injustice.

From what Nathalie knew thus far, she was an ally of Mystique and would help the betterment of the Empire in the sequel of the book, together with Marcus. 

Athan and Mystique had different ideologies, and then hers worked in her favor.

For the final preparation of the battle, they all rallied at the South, with Mystique leading them all towards victory.

Now, things got shifted from the sudden magical overwrite that happened on the manuscript. 

She mouthed at Jonathan as she bobbed her head up.

"We might've left the Imperial Capital in secrecy. But I think Athan and Sylvester might've arrived in the West."

"You think so?"

"My gut tells me…"

Moreover, the situation for Athan was also different; for sure, it would've been a shock for him to find out about this ordeal— the emergence of Clarice Pandora.

'There's no way he wouldn't think of a way upon coming for the same thing; I'm sure of that! Like Ashtra…'

Still, the wariness in her heart always got her by the edge of her seat with what he would do from now on.

'Was this the same feeling he got that I became different?' Nathalie dropped her head low with an inaudible moan. 'This gave me the same feeling when someone spoilt the movie I'm about to watch but happened to be the spin-offs.'