Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

The worst part of it all was the memories from last night came, rushing like ruthless waves in Nathalie's face. Her cheeks burned with every inch of her skin tingled, and before it got worse, she then tugged Keith as they shuffled their way towards the entrance.

Before Athan could ever react, nobles and even the onlookers began to crowd over them, with some trying to shower them with compliments to curry favor, and whatsoever they stuck their noses in their business.

'I got no time for that man.'

Now that Athan and Veronica got drowned by the influx of people, she harrumphed and sashayed away from the unwanted spectacle.

There was no point lingering further as she must secure a good seat inside the Auctio Royale.

She already had the layout of the prestigious auction house, and all of it came from her memory as she described the details—even the ones that were bound to be secret and hidden among them.

Which meant it was for the Household of Edelweiss, but that won't stop her from using it.

Within a few yards away from their stead, what bore her eyes was the mansion. It nestled amidst various buildings in profusion and still managed to outshine the rest of them all. The frontage of it was all in chiseled brick walls that towered alongside an array of long-paneled window panes, glaring at the surrounding establishments like all were beneath it.

'So beautiful, it brought justice to the generic description I wrote for this auction house.' Beneath the cloak, she covered her mouth and almost teary-eyed with the seamless creation afore her eyes.

Even with the trees and verdant meadows around her were tailored to suit the aesthetic—she was blown away with every single detail. Her body became giddy as she got to witness the fictional auction found in her story.

As much as she would hate to admit, Nathalie was charmed from the building, and it could contend with the mansion she had from her world.

In stark and grand uniforms, several guards went into scrutiny for every guest that entered the establishment.

They inspected their entries one by one. Nathalie had sudden goosebumps over her neck and arms from the intimidating glare they threw at her. 

Closer and closer, and her shoulders almost tremble from the sudden pressure she had to carry, peering sideways, and even Keith gnashed his teeth from the invisible force that awaited them.

'How rude of them, they must've underestimated us…' She squinted, glaring back at them. 'Too bad they've got it coming…'

"A person from the ogre tribe, eh?" It was their turn, and the guard reached out his arm, blocking her. His stark lime eyes went up and down as he sized both of them. "This little one here only has one horn on the side—"

With that, they let out snickers amongst themselves, and even the noble guests behind them threw snide comments and murmurs while they covered their mouths. 

This ticked the hidden rage that bottled for a long time—the sudden impulses of Mystique were still in her body, and if not for her strong will to be in control, then she would've caused a scandal.

It wasn't the perfect time; now, she has yet to start and rise from the ashes.

While it's true that most of the population of ogre tribes are of the middle class, or at least what she remembered, it was still rude for them to talk like that to her.

'Calling this grand fascinator of mine as mere 'horns'? Now they got the wrong queen to hit at…' With their arms linked, she could feel how he got tensed, trying to hold his ground from their level of disrespect.

Meanwhile, she slipped out the card of Athan, sparkling and dripping with gold and blinding sheen. 

Their faces went paler than they could ever be, including the guards that were far away from Nathalie, and the nobles that witnessed the scene flinched from the incredible and very important guests that they ridiculed.

"Have you enjoyed your time?" Nathalie uttered, making their bodies tremble, wobbling so clearly, and it didn't take long for them to drop on their knees. They gasped for air—almost clenching their chests and necks—with sweat breakouts flushed their faces.

For those who jived in the mockery, none of them were safe.

"Courting death in broad daylight, what a commendable notion." She giggled with her arms and began to be at ease when Keith's arm relaxed. "Let's go."

There was no time needed to waste as they shuffled forth and across the wide lobby of the building. Such a breeze of conditioned air smothered her face with the comfort she needed, breathing in and out.

'It feels like I'm in a mall or something. I'm impressed.' She looked around; several nobles—of glamorous outfits and accessories they wore—some flaunted with their peers, while the rest did mind their business.

As Nathalie was part of the latter, she hurriedly went to the direction for the grand hall where the auction was being held.

"Keith," she whispered, leaning to the side. "We shall go here."

As such, Keith followed her tracks, and the hallway acquainted few and few guests that went to and fro from the pathway, and the eeriness and coldness of the path got stronger. He, often, got caught looking at her with a worried glance, but she patted his arm to believe in her.

But then, she had her arm dragged, and before it registered in her head, she already crashed to his chest with such a warm embrace—a tight one at that—she snuggled and struggled against his firm chest and arms. 

With Nathalie's head popped up, her face contorted to confusion as he gaped at him.

"Shh." Keith signaled with his ears twitched like some antennas.

In one of the hallways, a deep yet hushed voice quaked she then recognized.

"Your Grace,  it seemed that Lady Mystique Blackwell entered through the help of His Highness."

"Perhaps she had one more thing to wager for His Highness—" A suave chuckle resounded in the air. "What a desperate, lunatic woman that she is..."

She knew who it was from the get-go: Marquis Edmund Edelweiss talking to Grand Duke Nathan Forsberg.

"Fret not, for what she had been doing was crawling her way back to society," Nathan added.

"She does want to stay relevant, doesn't she?" 

Nathalie was aware of how many people Mystique had offended, and she's ready to face them head-on. It made her want to prove them wrong when Nathan added further.

"I assure you she won't last that long."