Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

All Nathalie thought would turn out to be a peaceful journey, guess it wasn't

As far as she was concerned, the route had only a few people who knew of the path, and it was natural for Jonathan to know such. Sun has yet to reach the zenith of the day, yet she couldn't help but ponder as it was beyond impossible for a daylight robbery and banditry would cause havoc at this moment in her life.

Not another kidnapping incident that would go off for her.

But those concerns threw out of the window in a blink of an eye when she recognized the voice that hollered from the supposed noise suppressant built in this super safe, convenient, and luxurious carriage.

Nathalie witnessed the commotion outside of their carriage; at the same time, Keith reached the hilt of his sword, getting ready for what awaited them.

'Should I be surprised at this point?' She then moved close to him, clinging to his back. 'I should give Jonathan a heads up.'

"Your Grace—?"

A prod of his lips was enough to make him silent while she rummaged into her pouch. 

[Stay for a while.]

The moment he nodded, she grabbed the smartphone, typing like a flash of lightning.

'Care. Athan on the way.'

Athan may not know who the Grand Duke of Forsberg was, but for whatever he had a plan in mind, she would make sure things would go smoothly for the both of them.

After which, she kept her phone and had the cue for them to move out of the carriage.

Opening the door, Keith went out first, glaring at the ones around him while he was in utter care for Nathalie, reaching his hand for her to take, and came out of it with ease.

To her utter surprise, several people around her were akin to ninjas in the movies.

Only the difference from the shroud, black cloth donned in them was the ghastly mist that came from glowing crimson eyes, piercing with horror to her eyes.

Netherfiends, one of the strongest assets that served under his name and reign ever since the start of 'The Prince's Retribution,' came, and they were beyond what she could further describe them.

Each of them had strength that was almost hard to gauge, and she must be very careful what she would do from now on.

"Ahh… So it is Violette."

Her peripheral vision was none other than the Imperial Prince, who stood, and he choked the poor coachman beside him, squirming from his monstrous strength.

This also got Keith drawn close to her, protecting her with his arm on the way.

"My Lady, it's dangerous…"

[I'd appreciate it if you let him go.] Upon scribbling in the air, she noticed peculiarity from his demeanor.

Through it, she found something strange in him; his gaze was beyond sinister and almost enough to skin her alive. The moment she opened the door was already stifling, and looking at him was even harder to breathe.

No choice for her as she needed to get it together

Hand loosened up, and the man's wobbled legs gave in as he got propped on the ground in all fours, coughing aloud. 

"So, you were really in here," he bellowed right after clicking his tongue a couple of times. "I knew I should've seen it coming."

[I don't know what you're talking about.]

"I hate liars, first and foremost, Violette. But you always seem to get away with it so naturally." 

Athan tugged the lapels of his single-breasted frock coat, rolling his shoulders and neck for a little stretch before he shuffled towards Nathalie. 

Each step he took crunched against the lush greens of grass heightened the nervous sensation she got that crept from her spine, making her subconsciously held onto her loyal knight's back.

[Stay where you are, Athan. You're not moving onwards.]

Oddly enough, he took a stop, unusual for her as he was the stubborn character, and would go for the quickest, shortest route possible: rage, only if it doesn't go well for him.

"Fine." He huffed, then glanced at the soldiers with him as he raised his hand with a gesture.

Suddenly, they moved away—their stark figures turned dim under the shade, then turned black into the darkness— blended amongst the thicket of the verdant woods. The orchestral of rustling leaves died out to a whispering breeze.

"I never thought you'd visit the Grand Duke of Forsberg right after we made a deal—"

[Hold up. Pause.] Nathalie shoved her hand after she wrote quickly, raising one of her eyebrows at him. [Allow me to make it clear as I was 'kidnapped' right after the event even happened, alright?]

Athan squinted as though he couldn't believe her words, which his hostile stares darted at Keith.

[He was taken down first, in a manner.] 

Keith and Nathalie glanced at each other with a slow nod as her cue; he was in a deep sigh. 

"That is very true, Your Highness. I swear on my name—"

"Not that I'd believe it when you're here safe and unscathed; even with this unique ride you had, it turned out unusual." He cocked his head to the side, looking at the carriage with the coachman crouching under one of the horses.

It irked her how it was easy to dismiss, to the point of giving one's word and swearing an oath.

[At least I still have more to offer than when I made a deal. Let's just put it like that—] 

She stopped when sudden nausea crashed into her head as she noticed that she was already away from Keith, on both knees to the ground as he tried his best to get up.

Only his ragged breathing was heard when he hung his head low. He was in pain.

For Athan to give him a hard blow of a strike in a flash, knowing how strong Keith had become, got her so confused. 

'What the fuck?'

Before she knew it, her hands were held tight by just one hand, while the other slinked and grabbed the underside of her chin.

But he was different… He smelled smoke and alcohol.

Perhaps drugs weren't an exception.

Nathalie's back began to tense when she now felt the firmness of Athan's chest, and her ears began to burn from the raspy whispers alongside his warm breath.

Nevertheless, his words struck her like sharp knives, making her furious in retaliation.

"So you're no different from a whore now, huh?"