Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

Through the balcony in Nathalie's bed-chamber, Jonathan had to take a leave as his men awaited him while not prying further into the lively mess that went on and on by the hall with the clamors heard several yards from them. 

He sent his best regards to Arnold through her before he bid farewell, and whistled, beckoning Stravwuark to find him.

After which, Nathalie waved her arm as she stared at the majestic figure of a glimmering bird, now went smaller and smaller to a dot until he vanished into the horizon, the same went for the winged beasts that followed him. 

Her heart fluttered with warmth and joy as she witnessed their genuine smiles and greetings that were all for her compared to the first time she went there, only to meet their hostile gazes and their vigilance of her presence.

Most especially from the perspective of the 'Twilight Twins' for that matter. While she hoped that she would've found them sooner enough, the last thing she would do while they served Jonathan was her effort to reach out to them, thinking as an ally and not an enemy.

In which she was successful, and it never felt good for her that she did what she wanted to do after finding that resolve on what seemed the difficult part as she was living as a villainess henceforth.

'I hope to meet them soon.'

But it wasn't only that as she got to redeem herself, at least, to Athan's cliques and confidants, making them think twice about her. 

Yet it wouldn't be that possible on Athan's behalf. Upon retrospecting the things that recently happened, she heaved a sigh of relief then went back to her room.

After which, Nathalie glanced at the book, recalling the sudden changes. 

No erasures were found as it was printed, and she was no fool to write differently at this point. 

For the upcoming objective, to tame the 'Frost Wyrm,' she needed to execute her plans in her favor, even for that moment to come after several setbacks ever since she became the villainess in the world she created.

Moreover, Nathalie thought that while it wasn't surprising that so many things had changed, like the timeline and the flow of the storyline, the objective remained the same.

Never did she think it would be in her favor, now that Athan would put so much trust in her. 

Her gut instincts screamed not to get too complacent. Whether it was him or the rest of the characters in the story. She had reservations as she could sense to a degree of wariness within their body—physically when they're around her. 

Neither one of them owe an explanation for one another after settling the differences, or so Nathalie thought. 

Especially to Sylvester, but it faltered a tad bit when Marianne came into his life, and mostly to Veronica, which was understandable.

For someone who'd done things enough to make the world a manifestation of a living hell, no one had the guts to be a bigger person to her. 

Like the villainess deserved every bad luck and of good riddance.

Nathalie had no choice but to accept her fate, saying otherwise might pull her closer to her grave, and so, working on the things at the present that would allow her to redeem herself would've been the viable option.

Although, she still couldn't afford to take the fall, for every opportunity that slipped right through her fingertips, not the second time around.

While she did get the kind of vibe that she might get from the taste of their medicine, she couldn't pinpoint what it was then.

Unknown to Nathalie, she prepared a lot of plans before the date they would take. 

Even reading back her unpublished sequel wasn't an exception. 

But then, in the manuscript, she read it again, and it didn't sit well in her mind, for she knew what the story was bound to happen, scene after scene, was different.

Entirely different, woven into yet another outcome—almost got overwritten on the manuscript.

Nathalie didn't want to believe it.

Yet it happened.

It didn't fail her when it came rather subtly. One of them happened to be the death of all of her familiars.

Since there, she backtracked up to the previous chapters of the latest, and it had her hairs stand on its ends as her heart beating aloud went rampant for what seemed she couldn't understand at a first glance.

It was too much of a coincidence, and these so-called edited passages of the chapters almost questioned her sanity and the truth of the book she wrote as an author.

Lest something happened—in which so much that it did surprise her that all hope was lost with the 'Hymnic Conch' came true—she had to make preparations more than she ever could.

Yet she avoided knocking on death's door from her risky decision.

Only now she managed to change it through the sacrifices she made.

Except for the early chapters of her draft, about twenty chapters prior to the current page, the changes happened to be accurate. 

'This is crazy…'

Her mind wasn't only creative, she also had long-term memory, but it didn't hurt her writing or having the spare copy from the beginning of transmigration. To her, scribbling through the pages was sort of a recollection of her thoughts.

Even the one in her smartphone had the draft the same as her book rather than the manuscript.

'Something is wrong in this manuscript…' She took a good look at it, then skimmed through the pages. 'Why have I not read it a lot sooner and whenever I could?'

So far, the early chapters until the recent passage— the successful attempt of Ashtra— had changed, only the chapters after it was the same as her original draft.

'This reminds me of the book of life that's already written with only present chapters being read out loud...'

With the manuscript in hand, it was one to watch out for... 

'But then, it's as though someone behind was pulling the strings…' Pondering, she shuddered from the wave of goosebumps that surged through her body.

Upon closing her book, she placed it and her manuscript back in her pouch, and left her room. She needed to unwind for a while for the anonymity she had to face.