The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 236 Prelude
"It was just a dream?!" Sora murmured softly, his voice full of surprise and regret.

There was an indescribable loss in her eyes.

She slowly raised her hand and gently stroked her cheek, feeling the lingering warmth. Everything in the dream was so real that she could hardly distinguish between reality and illusion.

She sat quietly on the bed, the scenes from her dream constantly appearing in her mind.

Thinking of Diarmuid in her dream, a warm feeling surged in her heart.

In the dream, Diarmuid was so gentle, his eyes were full of love and pity, as if she was the only existence in his world.

His smile was as warm as the sun, dispelling the haze in her heart.

His strength made her feel extremely safe, as if as long as he was by her side,
She wouldn't have to be afraid of anything. Sora was immersed in memories, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a happy smile.

"And he actually..."

Sora's voice trembled slightly, and he stopped mid-sentence, thinking of the scene in his dream that was difficult to describe.

She only felt her body getting hotter and hotter, as if there was a fire burning in her heart.

This strange feeling made her feel uneasy. She got up from the bed in a panic and walked towards the refrigerator with unsteady steps.

When she opened the refrigerator door, a gust of cold air hit her face, making her a little more awake.

She took out a bottle of ice water from the refrigerator, which exuded a hint of coolness.

She couldn't wait to unscrew the bottle cap.

"Gudong~"

"Gudong~"

Drink a bottle of water in one breath.

The cool water flowed down her throat, relieving the heat in her body, but her heart was still restless.

The aristocratic education she received since childhood did not allow her to do such rude things.

She has always been taught to be elegant and proper, and every move must conform to aristocratic norms.

However, at the moment, she couldn't care less about these things. The scenes from her dream kept appearing in her mind, and those real and blushing scenes made her unable to extricate herself.

The dream just now was too real.

"Ah~" After drinking a bottle of ice water, Sora finally calmed down a little.

She slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, a hint of confusion in her eyes.

[He is a Heroic Spirit. After the Holy Grail War, he will return to Chaldea. I am just an abandoned child of my family. There is no chance for us to meet again in this life.]

Sora advised himself silently in his heart.

She knew that she and Diarmuid came from different worlds, and the gap between them was as huge as heaven and earth.

She couldn't harbor unrealistic fantasies about a heroic spirit; she had to face reality.

[And Kenneth's strength and status are both very outstanding.] Sora reminded himself again.

Kenneth is her fiancé, who possesses powerful magical skills and a high status.

She should cherish the person in front of her instead of indulging in unrealistic fantasies.

Despite this, under the magic of Diarmuid's "black mole", she still couldn't stop thinking about Diarmuid.

Especially after having such a good dream, her heart was full of contradictions and struggles.

She didn't know how to face her feelings. She felt as if she was trapped in an inescapable vortex, sinking deeper and deeper.

Sora hurriedly covered himself with the quilt, as if this could drive Diarmuid's image out of his mind.

She closed her eyes tightly, trying to calm her mind and force herself not to think about Diarmuid.

However, the more this happened, the clearer Diarmuid became in her mind. His gentle smile and strong figure kept appearing in her mind like a spell, lingering.

She seemed to hear Diarmuid constantly inviting her. The voice was so magnetic that it made her heart beat faster involuntarily.

For a moment, she couldn't tell whether this was fantasy or reality.

“Hmm~” “Hmm~”

She hid in the quilt and let out a muffled moan, her whole body soaked with sweat.

She felt as if she was stuck in a quagmire from which she couldn't escape. The more she struggled, the deeper she sank.

"No, I can't think about it anymore." Sora threw back the quilt and jumped out of bed.

Her eyes were full of determination, she knew she couldn't continue to sink like this.

She went to the bathroom and turned on the cold water. The moment she touched the cold water, she shuddered and her breathing became a little difficult.

But she gritted her teeth and persevered.

After taking a few deep breaths to regulate her breathing, she let the cold water wash over her body.

The cold water poured on her body brought a biting chill, which relieved her heat a lot.

She stood quietly under the shower, letting the cold water wash over her body and soul.

After ten minutes of cold water, she finally calmed down.

Her eyes became clear and all the distracting thoughts in her mind were swept away.

However, she was no longer sleepy at this time.

She stood quietly in the bathroom, her eyes fixed on herself in the mirror.

In the mirror, she has a curvy figure with exquisite curves. Her graceful posture seems to be a masterpiece carefully carved by nature.

Coupled with her extraordinary face, fair skin, delicate features, slightly flushed cheeks, and long hair that flows like a waterfall, every part of her exudes charming charm.

"How can that blockhead not appreciate it?"

Sora muttered softly, with a hint of anger and loss in his tone.

She gently stroked her body, her fingers sliding over her delicate skin, feeling her own warmth and softness.

The figure of Diarmuid appeared in her mind again. His handsome face, gentle eyes, and strong body made her heart beat faster involuntarily.

"Stop." Sora tried hard to control her thoughts. She knew she couldn't go on like this.

She took a deep breath, turned and left the bathroom and returned to bed.

However, she couldn't fall asleep at all. She lay in bed, tossing and turning, feeling restless and uneasy.

In desperation, she went to the window and looked at the night view outside.

The city lights are brilliant and dazzling, like a dreamy ocean.

"Come to think of it, I've never been out for a walk." A desire welled up in Sora's heart. She longed to walk out of this room, feel the outside world, and breathe the air of freedom.

However, remembering her father and Kenneth's instructions, she gave up the idea.

They had warned her that during the Holy Grail War, the outside world was full of dangers and she couldn't leave the hotel easily.

"Let's just stroll around this floor." Sora made a decision in his heart.

She put on her underwear, put on a simple coat over it, and walked out of her room.

Perhaps she was also looking forward to a chance encounter with Diarmuid.

(End of this chapter)