Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

After their conversation, Nathalie found herself, alongside Jonathan, in an abandoned courtyard. In front of them were Dusk and Dawn, escorting their way to the place they ought to go.

The sun had still yet to set; if not the orange dapple light that cast on their path, then it would've been harder to see, or so she thought.

Around her found magical fireflies, lingering around whimsically with assorted colors, almost pleasing to the eyes.

The stone pavements were filled not with moss and lichens but trails of grass sprouted among the cracks. On either side now had tough column hedgerows and wild plants that grow in profusion.

She almost got tripped from the vine, gasping, which she ended up cutting them with a blade of ice on her fingers.

If she hadn't known what this place was, it was safe to assume it was a magical jungle domain. 

They had been trekking for who knew how long, but she never complained about what it was then.

But in the array of lush greens in front of them, her eyes went agape when the canopy graced an ample of light to what she least expected. 

'The McLaren 540c!'

Subconsciously covering her mouth, the cold glint of its icy hue reflected off with pristine, and she learned that there wasn't a hint of blemishes and scratches on its sheen surfaces. Her body moved closer to it, slowly but surely. From every angle she peered, it was just as brand new.

This was the one they took off before their demise.

Taking a sharp turn at Jonathan, she scribbled so fast in the air. [OMGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!! So yuo havve this along wit the—]

Jonathan raised his palm to stop her, then tapped on his smartphone.

'Right! The twins are here.'

Upon clearing her throat, she turned her back at them and began to type them with emoji spams. [LOL! I mean, the suitcases, nwo it makse senes hoe yiou have it.]

He ended up laughing again, to which she heeded no mind to him.

The transmigration occurred, but she wasn't the only victim. Like an area of effect, they were brought to the world she created. Yet instead of manifesting as themselves, they became someone else's portrayals.

Nathalie had already accepted a part of her heart of what she had become—it was no longer a dream that continued to linger for as long as she lived—and she had to survive alone in this world.

Like what Mystique cast upon her, an eternal curse per se.

Not until Jonathan came, which she never expected, yet the mysterious question remained within her heart.

'Why not Jonathan becoming Keith in this case, and why this unknown or a filler character who now has and developed an intricate history and persona?'

Yet none of it mattered the most as her fingertips grazed over the smooth surface; it almost took her breath away as it was the real deal.

Not an illusion.

She wasn't delusional.

More than anything, she wasn't tripping or on crack.

Dusk and Dawn looked at each other, clearly surprised by her actions, but Jonathan shuffled forth and stopped a tad bit behind her.

Her hands trembled out of excitement, trying to text as much as she could. [YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!! So you gon takk me ther?]

"Well, no." 

It was almost as though she snapped her neck from an abrupt turn, watching him in disbelief as she replied, [WTF you mean?]

"Won't that be a target of their interest if they know about it?"

Nathalie sucked in a cold breath soon as she realized the crux of the problem.

Nobles love luxury products that were meant for them, for they were the only ones who could afford such items. 

Such as this sports car would be deemed a legendary artifact, and they would die to get a piece of it.

Even if they don't know how to use it.

Athan didn't know about the suitcase, let alone this one here.

The moment this would steal the spotlight among the nobles, two of them would be in a sticky situation, and neither one of them could come out safe and sound.

"This is the other part of our negotiation. I'm sure you'd be able to replicate this one, right?"

Her eyes almost fell out of the sockets, snapping her fingers for what Jonathan wanted to do.

'Revolutionizing transportation such as car… Such an ambitious…' Pondering, she scrolled through her smartphone if she had some resources about it. 'This—'

"Your Grace! Does she really know how this work?!" Dusk uttered with his ears and tail wiggling. 

"That's blasphemous! Your Grace, you were the only one who could command and control this mighty being!" Dawn proclaimed, hands gesturing something so humongous out of thin air. "Just your will; it would light up a thousand miles and roar the heavens above!"

Nathalie has her eyes glued to her screen, looking for some guides—there were theories and principles of machinery, engines, and all. But this model was far-fetched. But there was no way she couldn't replicate, or even innovate, like the engineer that she was…

[Improvise. Adapt. Overcome.]

"So, you can do it?"

[Most automobile companies have a production team consisting of Mechanical, Chemical, and Electrical Engineers for this matter. I have heard from my peers and a couple of videos, but it's not really my thing.] Even so, she rolled her shoulders, tapping her phone fiercely. [I'm still up for the challenge.]

"I told you I got your back, never mind how many failed attempts you have to achieve the prototype. Tell me the materials you need."

[Give me time, alright. There's one main objective I have to focus on—with Athan.]

"Right. Don't worry, and I shall give you the time to learn more about it." After which, he jammed his hand inside his pocket and pulled out something that fit within his palm. Upon opening it, she creased her eyebrows.

[A horn?]

It was a small ivory horn, with beads and feathers attached to it, which confused him for what it was then.

"You'll see. Take it and blow it."

Out of good faith, she took it, and with a blow, a mellow sound resonated around.

Before she could even notice, she arched her neck when there was a dark blot amidst the sunset.