Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

"Have you lost your mind, Mysti?!" 

Although a hint of rage tinged his sharp tone, so many wrinkles were found on his forehead from scrunching for the rest of the time.

Meanwhile, Nathalie remained unbothered, and her giving such a curt nod didn't help that the room started to get chilly, with diamond dust forming around him.

Keith went into panic, which he then brisked in between them and looked at each other. He clenched his teeth and peered at her.

"My Lady—"

"Out of my way, you rascal."

"But Sire—"

"I meant what I said…" When a subtle gleam came from his indigo eyes, he meant serious business and had him flinch on his stead.

On the other hand, Nathalie's facepalmed with a heavy sigh.. [Father, if I tell you I wouldn't get hurt would you believe me?]

All of them blinked rather fast, then glanced at one another. For they couldn't believe her words, their gazes went back at the parchment, which was rather plain and simple.

No one would've even known this was the one sold at the market. Buyers would have claimed this was but a scheme for false marketing right from the start.

"I see…" Arnold nodded, which revealed a glint in his eyes brimmed with wisdom. "Is this an attribute of water?"

[Definitely not…]

Little by little, his face creased from the confusion he had from thinking the whole time. 

"Perhaps, a low tier spell? An ice attribute at that?"

[No and no.]

Everyone had no words to utter, as they gawked at her. 

This time, Ashtra, from the opposite side of the table, leaned over with a narrowed gaze. After humming deep, he then responded, "Is this a fire spell?"

"I suppose I'd understand if it was water, but this…" He then shoved the parchment near her face as he scowled once more. "This is a magic scroll that invokes an element of fire! Fire!"

Nathalie, out of instinct, would shrink from his voice almost close to anger. 

When it happened, Arnold would start to panic and composed himself enough to calm down and apologized to her nevertheless.

She understood his concerns, after all. Crafting a magic scroll was hard, let alone an element that was too far-fetched of her capabilities.

[It's a sample. Not a big deal though—]

"What do you mean?!" 

Arnold wasn't having it, not one bit.

[... It's hard to explain…]

"My goodness, Mysti! You should've told me!"

[If I did, then it might not work—]

He then placed the parchment on the table. "Out of all elements and a spell you want to construct, why would it be fire. You better give me a good reason or else…"

Behind the squinted eyes found deathly stares as he already threatened her to tell nothing but the truth. 

'Look at that. Such father's instincts got riled up again…'

"Well?" With crossed arms and foot-tapping monotonously, he continued to wait.

[If I would've used water, it wouldn't have hurt me at all. I'm sure you've known that, father."

A quick surprise reflected off his eyes, but recovered too quickly and regained his composure, not to get swooned over her words that easily.

'I think he's thinking about the original power of Mystique… I might get some new information from him—'

"Go on, go on… I'll listen…" This time, his voice instead went calm and soft despite the bold stature he had to put up in front of her.

[Although I also have prepared an ice spell here…] After which, she appointed the spare parchment that had yet to complete its diagram several inches away from her. [Like water, I thought that I wouldn't be able to get the result that I wanted as well.]

Seeing how he pressed his lips then and clenched his fist. She knew that her reasons bore great value.

It still didn't take out the element of surprise that not only could she craft the ones within her comfort zone, but she was more than willing to challenge herself and go through the bounds unbeknownst to them.

"If you insist, why must I hit you when I can do either of the two?"

Keith and Ashtra got taken aback by his response, which they also didn't take lightly at first. But the former became more than willing for it would end up serving a purpose to her goals, and the latter became nonchalant for he wanted results.

[I already vouched that I wouldn't get hurt…] Nathalie sighed. [Father, we've been up all night here; for so many trial and errors. This one had yet to fizzle out after so many tries in the middle of the process of creating a magic scroll.]

Indeed, the room became chaotic the whole time, but Ashtra was there to use his powers to segregate the burnt ashes and other debris with convenience. 

On the other hand, Keith, who assisted in lifting several heavy objects and brittle ones against the magical prowess.

Nathalie lost count of how many times she had to cough out from the puff of smoke, aside from her face smothered with pitch-blackness and her ash-coated hair. She had used some spare handkerchiefs, and washed towels to wipe her face off as well as the make-up and donned a cap made of ice 

Still, Arnold remained unperturbed. 

But Nathalie had tricks up her sleeve. When her eyes glistened while averting her gaze, he began to panic.

"Alright! Alright! That's so unfair…"

[It's... Not…] Although, she smirked from the inside.

"So, this spell is?"

[A fireball.]

All of them turned out dead-panned from her response.

With only the crickets echoing the room, their shoulders slumped in defeat.

"Here I thought it was something else. I panicked about what kind of crazy stuff you've crafted." Arnold swatted off the sweat on his forehead while huffing out.

Ashtra added. "I'm dismayed. Something out of the ordinary would flash before me, yet only a cheap sentiment would've come…" 

[I told you it isn't a big deal.]

"Mysti! The problem is this spell won't make any difference if you were to encounter dangerous foes!"

[Right. Yet you're making a big deal about it. You don't have to say anything, just unfurl it.] Nathalie rolled her eyes.

"Fine! We shall begin!"

Without further ado, he started to unfurl the scroll.

The scroll glow brightly all of a sudden; it also burnt to cinders but then a large expanse of flame appeared in front of her, heating the room.

Like Arnold opened the gates of hell.