Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

While Ashtra squinted his eyes as he took a deep hum, both Jonathan and Nathalie became too aghast the moment their gazes glued at the person who moved out of the car.

With none other than the high ponytail of her periwinkle hair, and took off the shades she put on, revealing her indigo eyes. 

'Mystique Violette Blackwell?!' 

It was all Nathalie ever thought of, and the way she wore somehow bore similarity to her fashion.

A myriad of questions came to her mind…

What she was doing in here as well, and alongside Keith.

For what she was up to this point.

How she was able to adapt.

Out of all that, she ended up questioning the kind of reality she was in, if it was, then it was the scariest of everything she had been— a nightmare she couldn't wake up, even when she tried to get out of it.

She tried to connect dots as much as she could, but she feared for her dear life the ugly truth of the assumptions she came up with it.

Right now, all she wanted was to see how far this fiasco she was put up would go before she made a sudden conclusion.

She flipped her hair to the side, brushing a tad bit, and then shut the car door with a subtle thud.

From there, she wore a flared cocktail dress, of ombre shades of blue and above knee-length. 

Mystique showed so much skin, from the off-shoulder she had that highlighted her dainty shoulders, the stark cleavage she had, and down to her slender legs, shimmering to a glow that melded well with her stiletto heels.

When it was her coming out of the car, Keith's demeanor slightly shifted, much relaxed than he ever appeared earlier.

"You've come, alas, Keith…" 

The moment Mystique's sultry voice rang the air, somewhere deep in Nathalie's heart swooned a little bit, clearly affecting her in some way. Though it didn't get the best of her as she focused once again.

"My Lady, I— I don't understand where I am— and why must I be— here for you to show me what I truly needed to know…"

Nathalie gasped in horror, and more so when Mystique had a sinister smile concealed between her lips.

"You'll know once we get in." From there, her eyes glowed as she raised her hand, and the sudden frost scattered towards the metal bars. With a twitch in her fingertips, the gate suddenly moved on its own— with a series of clanks that erupted before it opened wide.

Then, as she snapped her fingertips, the car rumbled its engines and went in with swiftness.

Mystique groaned as she couldn't help but mutter under her breath, "Ugh, I'm so tired with all these pretenses; I'm finally home and free." 

With it, Mystique started to levitate— or perhaps a cloud of frost on her feet as she traversed several yards for a few seconds with Keith by her side.

'Those powers and the amount of control she had… This is an evolved version of Mystique—'

"There's someone inside that metal carriage," Ashtra muttered.

Nathalie stopped for a while— of what he referred to as it turned out to be the sports car, which she then mused at him, "Do you know who?"

"Unfortunately, aside from being unable to read anyone's mind here, it seems like a lady and a human, at least…"

"No, shit, sherlock." Nathalie rolled her eyes from the latter. "...Anything else?"

"None… So far, only three people, including Mystique as far as I've seen at this point…"

"Impossible!" she breathed as she snapped at him. "No way, this mansion may be in a remote area but it's lively inside."

"Oh, really now? Well now, I'm intrigued." Ashtra began to shift, rustling the leaves. "We need to move."

"You don't have to tell me twice." Nathalie harrumphed. 

"Be careful, Miss Quinn… This is a dangerous situation we're in… "

She gave a curt nod; this wasn't a normal dream, as she got the pain even from such normal force she put up in the longest time. 

Standing up, she prowled through the place she wanted to enter, with Ashtra and Jonathan beside her. 

Jonathan suggested taking the secret passageway, which she had no qualms with.

Nothing changed in the place; it was rather weird to think that the place remained to what it was then, but there was not one resident in the place. 

Her mind began to think about Johannes, the head butler, and the rest; she remained hopeful with the surge of nostalgia she had despite it might be a fabricated place they were in.

Jonathan went for the surrounding bush that had a manhole that seemed to lead near the inner lobby of the mansion, as per his comment.

Before they went in, she had her eyes on Mystique, who opened the door without even touching it, gesturing to Keith to enter.

"We need to hasten our moves!" she rattled on them as soon as she dropped into the dark, stuffy, musky pathway they were in.

Hands of Jonathan went for the torch that was on the wall, with a spare match by the hidden compartment, he lit it up and illuminated the path they were in.

"Let's go." 

He started to run in the straight path, with Nathalie behind him, and Ashtra as the last. Their thuds got muffled from the mossy ground. 

Her racing heartbeat went as loud and fast as their steps, and long before she knew it, they were already at the other side of the door. Upon opening, it led towards the lower floor of the mansion.

Now, Nathalie was rather familiar with the place she was in, she couldn't help but look around, and there were still no people found.

"The two of them were still near the entrance, probably waiting for the other to come," Ashtra muttered. 

She nodded, "Right, that person needs to park the car from the other side, we got time!"

After a little trek towards the stairs, Jonathan opened the door and led to the dining hall. 

Her gaze roamed around, and the place was what it was then. They trudged close to the long refectory table, and she grazed over her hand with no dust clung to her skin.

When they reached the corner of the foyer, she noticed Mystique strutted her way towards the flight of the stairs, and Keith's eyes and mouth gaped at the array of portraits.

"My Lady—! Those portraits—! That's—"

Nathalie was borderline confused, but in utter shock from her claims as well.

"Indeed, those are my ancestors, and this is my home…" She then giggled. "You've only seen the tip of the iceberg."