Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

"If you have any concerns, please do inform me." Chad got close to him, and from there he saw that they were about the same height. He didn't look intimidating at all as he flashed his smiling eyes the same as his mouth with such warmth.

From there, he nodded and followed as he got ushered towards what seemed near the reception area. 

Most notably, he took a seat on one of the best spots near it and had a great view of the street.

What greeted them in front of him was several displays of food, lists, giveaways, and even trinkets found from the front. 

His eyes couldn't take away from one lady in uniform that brewed a creamy coffee, an awe-striking and fragrant one at that.

Though Chad interrupted him as he pulled out his sketch pad and placed the menu onto the table for him to select.

However, Athan only pointed to the one she had on her hand— his first request.

Chad blinked his eyes for a while as he traced what he pointed to, only to find out it was one of his coworkers that brewed a creamy coffee.

"Oh, that is indeed fascinating if you'd give it a try, Sir."

Athan thought that Chad was agreeing to his words, based on his cheerful facade and gestures. So he ought to keep on going, as he looked at the pictures and the ancient labels in it. 

Despite not learning much of the language, he was beyond thankful that the words found here were rather profound and the one he was aware of rather than what they talked about.

Not that he was concerned much about the shift of their dialogues— apart from the distinct shortcuts and whatnot— as he needed to build a foundation of himself while he stayed here and study their interactions as much as he could.

From there, Athan started scanning at the pastry section, and pointed at the one with beet-red, as red as blood on the cake.

"Oh, a red velvet cheesecake then. Anything else?" he queried while he scribbled with a pen in his hand.

'He's asking me for more?' He scrunched his face, and still went along with it. 'Let's see about this.'

Athan tried to read Chad's visage, but the eyes of the latter kept getting bigger and bigger as he couldn't believe that he flipped more than a page. 

Like he couldn't believe it in his eyes.

Even at that moment, Athan tilted his head at him, as though he wondered what was wrong with what he ordered, which had the server shake his head while clearing his throat.

From there, he enumerated the list alongside pointing out several dishes he picked for today.

"Uhm… I suppose this is all that it is then?" When Athan took a nod out of answering Chad's question, he heaved a sigh and added, "Alright. Coming right up! I'll get back to you as soon as I get your order."

Now that Chad was out of his sight, he then clasped his hands and turned subtle as he looked around, giving the inspection of everyone around them.

He tried to heighten his senses, though as much as how their body's vitality thrived, not an ounce of mana was found in them.

Which then he pondered that he lived in a world where these bizarre technologies popped up at an expense of scarcity of mana.

From the inner luminescence to the surrounding building, it seemed that it was powered with something else, or so he thought. Different source but provided the same output.

Marveled, he couldn't help but correlate to the idea Mystique had for the future, as though the possibility of losing mana in the Dysnomia Empire that she had some contingency plans like what she had.

Though as absurd as it sounded, he had it less likely to believe for such a thing to happen.

But right now, he couldn't help but think about it again.

'Goodness, if it was the future, then I don't want to be in it… But, wow, this place is as magical as I thought it would be...'

From the trance he had, suddenly got cut off short when Chad came alongside with other servers that placed several plates onto the table. 

Almost more than half of the table, of which was good for four people, got occupied from what he ordered.

'Wow, they all smell so good, and I couldn't even fathom how it would be if I got to taste them.' He lost count of how many times he had to gulp so hard as his gaze was contested from different dishes displayed right before him.

While the servers were at it, the people nearby couldn't help but mutter amongst themselves.

"Dude, maybe this guy is a social media content creator."

"I think so too. Trying and testing the food at most."

"I agree. No way he would eat it all."

"Right. We're no stranger to these kinds of people coming here for that!"

"But I see neither any cameras nor smartphones in him..."

"Who knows?"

Athan only caught a few words from their murmurs, especially smartphones, which had him snap his head in their direction, then they all went back and mind their business.

However, before he grabbed the fork, let alone indulge. He noticed that Daisy stood beside him.

One thing he had in mind was, a part of her demeanor changed— rather apprehensive for now.

This time, it alerted his senses, for everything was good earlier.

His thoughts spiraled out of control but got interrupted when her soothing voice drifted into her ears. 

"Hello there once again." With a bright smile, she then slid a note on the table for him to read.

From there, almost his heart dropped and his gut churned so much when he could finally read what was written. Though he snapped his head at her, and around him.

Everyone focused and acted as if nothing happened.

For sure, he must never cause such commotion; he needed to be out of trouble.

He checked again and there was nothing wrong with her— a swap, an illusion, a double, or whatever shenanigans it was. 

It was still the same Daisy earlier.

Right now he got compromised, as his eyes locked onto the note again.

'I request a private audience with the Crown Prince, Athan Ordell Vladimir.'