Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

This time, Nathalie stared at Keith.

The outfit he had gone entirely different from what he wore now: a white polo shirt tucked in his dark plaid pants. With white pair of shoes, a brown leather belt, and a gold pendant as his accessories.

In his hand grabbed the beige greatcoat that he must wear for today.

'Oh my, now this is like dressing up an amateur male model, presenting spring and fall collection.'

Her intense gaze caught him getting all wary, averting his gaze.

[Oh, is it uncomfortable?]

"Ahh, definitely not, My Lady. It's very cozy and breathable to wear. This is such a marvelous outfit, to begin with…"

[Then, why the reaction?]

"You started far too long, I thought it didn't look good on me."

[Silly, why would you think of that?] After which, she then pointed out his greatcoat. [Why are you not wearing that?]

"I wasn't exactly sure if I needed this… Shouldn't these suffice?"

[No, I need to have a good show so I could promote a new market in Western Territory.] She then gave him a wink.

Her apparel turned out to be groundbreaking, and she turned out to be a trailblazer to these crazy outfits, which was foreign to them.

But she wasn't afraid to take the risk.

However, Keith got distracted about his wrist, twisting them a tad bit which raised her with deep concern.

He wasn't hurt at all, but the situation he was in left a  bitter taste in his mouth.

Only as they returned to her room, he told her about the bet she had with the Crown Prince.

If he could stay for a given time, then he might change his mind.

Athan was currently satiating his thirst, of which Nathalie understood but never did she expect it would be of such a time.

Although looking at it back, she became too haughty and entitled for everything he had done.

Moreover, Keith added that he had been doing it rather frequently to compensate for the curse he also had.

Thinking about it, her chest tightened about what she had done to him but he never pulled through so many lengths to get back at her and torment her like usual.

Ever since she came to this world, he didn't receive such treatment from him— probably a cold treatment at first but loosened up over time.

While Nathalie did mention that they were also in a relationship that was no more than different from friends with benefits— as much as she hated to admit it— Athan could've gone and sought his help in that case.

It was part of the contract they had.

Yet he didn't.

For whatever reason, it upset her big time.

[Not you standing there, Keith…] Nathalie stopped scrolling through her phone [Come closer.] 

She beckoned at him with her fingers, and when he got closer, she reached for his hand. With her touch, she grazed over his calloused palms and fingers albeit it wasn't much of her concern when she looked at his wrist.

A little prod with it, and he had no reaction she anticipated.

[Does it not really hurt at all?]

Taken aback, he paused for a moment and shook her head. "Not at all, My Lady. Uncomfortable, yes but it isn't much of a problem."

[I'm still disappointed why you still went through it, knowing that he was… Doing something religious.]

Somehow, Keith went silent but his gaze brimmed otherwise— with a conscience for what he suggested of her. He was the one who mentioned it to her after all.

"I expected it the least that he was unto some feasting, early morning at that. I presume it's an important matter for you two to talk about so I do apologize for not returning at the moment's notice."

[You should've left it that way; he might be so embarrassed to face me soon enough.]

After which, a knock came through the door, which she then cued Keith to respond.

"Who is it?"

"Esteemed guests, they have already gathered near the east courtyard."

"Very well! We shall take our leave." 

Soon as Keith responded, she stood upright and flipped her hair, getting all ready for a brief meeting.

[I guess it's time; don't worry too much about it. Time will come we would have our conversation; not that it's that important compared to the rest of the ones I've had, isn't that so?]

"Yes."

Nathalie gestured her hand for Keith to take as he escorted her out of the room once more.

There were a few of the maidservants that were in front of them to guide them where the direction they must take.

Along the way, she couldn't help but get fascinated about the natural, soothing ambiance the place was, and her ears perked up with the slight titters and chimes of the fairies hovering around.

Although it changed the moment they saw her as though they went stone cold.

It did take a few moments before they scurry away from her.

Which had her sigh inwardly, but she kept her facade.

Not too long, they have reached towards the Great Hall, and he noticed few of the nobles, of different standings and ranks, as well as honorable knights that gathered. They wore such draping, elaborate outfits.

Unlike Nathalie and Keith; even then, they still receive the same limelight as them.

Their stares became too intense, and the once silence that hovered over them now erupted with murmurs.

'Are we that avant-garde?'

Her stares became rather subtle, as she took notice of everyone within the hall. Her sharp clacks grabbed their attention.

Ironically, she found several people who she met earlier in that crazy private room.

But none of it mattered for now.

From head to toe, she was stealing their attention, creating a drama right from the start.

The same went for Keith.

However, they paid no mind as they went out towards the courtyard, where the real stage begins.

Several yards away from them found Sylvester and Athan, talking to a few notable and highly reputable guests, including his father, Arnold.

But all of them bore the same reaction, astonishment with such profoundness of her entrance.