Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

Nathalie sat near the edge of the bed as she scrolled through her phone; early in the morning and her mood went sour after all that.

While it did appear somewhat in her dreams, nothing beat her at that moment. It churned her gut to the point of retching as she had to witness them all on her own. 

For now, she called Jonathan.

Turning on the video, it was Jonathan's face, who had smears of dirt and grease stains on his face— he was no different from a homeless beggar up the streets.

"Miss Quinn, it's been a while! How are things doing there?! Are you alright now?! Do I need to send some help over there?"

[I'm good. I'm good. I'm good.] She sighed first then tapped again. [My goodness, at least clean your face first before anything else..]

A peal of laughter erupted from him while he scratched his head. "I've been busy here since I have gotten some blueprints and guides to complete the projects I've needed for so long."

Indeed, Nathalie and Jonathan talked about incorporating modern knowledge into a secluded place within the Southern Territory, somehow close to the Elverstone Stronghold, and there had been so many of them he needed to get the job done.

With the help of his trusted subordinates, things improved better than it was then; but like all, they were also not as on par with professional jobs with veteran experiences in the field, so many trials were done before things came to fruition.

[I apologize I couldn't help there as so many things are going on here.]

"That's fine. Your updates and advice on how to work on the process help a lot. I have talented individuals on my side too!"

[If Athan hadn't grabbed so many of the geniuses under his wing…]

"What are you saying? Those were predetermined, this place had a large pool of talented individuals, nurturing them— I'd say— was worth the price."

After which, he changed the view of the camera, scouring to the new workshop— there he had some utility items he crafted from the talented artisans he collected, assembling so many pieces, and some went for carving and turning some ingots into different gears.

[Are you, seriously, showing that phone to them?]

"My hands are covered with thick leather gloves. They won't see it much."

[Oh, really now?]

Even then, she still let it slide for now. Jonathan showed her how much he had progressed these days; very commendable in such a short time.

Talking to Jonathan had her lips quirk up. 'He's always this outstanding man, not like I thought of him less than ever since.'

[I wonder how's Daisy going…]

"I'm sure she'll be fine."

[I miss her.] Nathalie pouted, relishing the moments she had with her and most especially their reunion for the second time she came back to the world. 

"Me too." After he reverted the camera view to him; he seemed to walk away from the bustling setting. "Now that you mentioned it, how are we even going to return this time around? Let alone coming back in there for good."

[It's actually one of my concerns…]

For all Nathalie knew so far, she was untouchable with anything peculiar enough to threaten her life, even artifacts that had no match for her. But not when she experienced that moment where she also had a chance to experience such a life-changing scene.

Aside from how her body got crushed to pieces and the unimaginable mind wreck it was, thinking about it made her shiver, the good side of it outweighed everything else— though it was a bit disappointing she wasn't able to talk about her family, and only left long, numerous pages for a letter to them.

She had some assumptions, especially with the said manuscript in Mystique's hands, that were also changing how this world would be— one up to no good; withal, she relied on Daisy to stop her at all costs.

Before she left, she destroyed her only grimoire, and she would be having a hard time accessing her powers with such convenience, and even in a short time.

But never did she think it would affect her as well; but she was as resourceful as Mystique.

While Nathalie was happy for the reunion of Jonathan and Daisy, at least for the second time, she couldn't help but wallow in pity for her family to be on the same page. 

Still, she was grateful enough to have a family here. 

On both sides of the call, silence loomed but that was only when she started to ponder with her thoughts. 

Jonathan mused, incredibly catching her off guard. 

"Do you want to go back?"

Though at this point, it had become her dreaded question; somewhere deep in her heart lingered that she knew but inside her head got too messed up with deep conflict.

Right from the start, all she wanted was to survive while she looked for ways to return home; but then, with important matters shoved in front of her, she was bound to face them regardless— especially the problem that started within her family.

In the sequel's context, at least.

The days went on, and it was a lot harder for her to become astray; she loved everything and more so went livid after learning Mystique's horrendous intention.

[What about you?]

"Of course I do. When all I thought I couldn't do these years, it rekindled my hope once lost." Jonathan paused with a smile. "But that doesn't mean I don't love it here— it's better here, to be honest. But I'd love to cherish every moment here as well."

[I agree.]

Nathalie knew that question would dread her one day, hence her hesitation for most of the things, but he wasn't in the wrong for he made a good point. 

Seize the moment, that is...

"What if we got the best of both worlds though?"

[I'd say that would've been the best thing that happened throughout our lives.] 

Meanwhile, Keith got out of the bathroom as twisted his wrist now and then. Even if he didn't show much of a concern with it, Nathalie couldn't help but peer in his direction and asked.

[Oh, you're back.]

"Yes, My Lady." He smiled then walked towards her.

"Hmm, I guess it's time to hang up now. I need to get this one finished a few hours from now. Take care alright?"

[You too!] After which, she sent a flying kiss before waving her hands at him.