The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel...

Chapter 235 Without a Trace

"I'm sorry, sir. The entire top floor has been booked by a foreign nobleman."

The receptionist bowed deeply to Wes, her face full of apology. Her voice was soft and sincere, filled with deep regret.

"I'm very sorry, sir. That nobleman booked all the rooms on the top floor a long time ago, and we are unable to arrange a room for you there."

The staff explained while nervously observing Wes's expression, afraid of displeasing him.

"It's alright," Wes replied with a smile, his smile as warm as the spring sunshine. "I'm just here for tourism." His voice was calm and indifferent, as if he didn't care at all about not being able to stay on the top floor.

He waved his hand slightly, indicating to the staff that they didn't need to worry about it.

"I'm so sorry." The staff member apologized again, quickly composed himself, and recommended a room of the next level to Wes.

"Sir, we also have some very nice second-class rooms, fully equipped and very comfortable. You might want to consider them."

The staff explained the room details in detail, hoping to provide Wes with a satisfactory option.

Weiss listened attentively to the staff's explanation and then completed the check-in procedures.

Throughout the process of handling the formalities, he maintained an elegant demeanor and a gentle smile, making people feel very friendly.

The Archibald family had no roots in Fuyuki City, and their selection by the "Greater Grail" to participate in the Holy Grail War was an accident.

Their choice of a hotel and their elaborate booking of the top floor was partly intended to use ordinary people as a shield.

The Holy Grail War has rules against involving ordinary people on a large scale, but in the hotel, they can use the presence of ordinary people to protect themselves.

Wes stepped into the elevator. A servant stood respectfully beside him, carrying his luggage.

Seeing how hard the waiter was working, Wes gave him a generous tip.

The attendant beamed and thanked Wes repeatedly. "Thank you, sir. Have a pleasant journey."

The servant's face was beaming with joy.

Wes took the opportunity to ask him about Kenneth.

Do you know that nobleman who lives on the top floor?

The attendant paused for a moment, then shook his head.

"Sir, I don't know much either. I only know that they are an engaged couple, very mysterious, and they have never left the top floor."

The attendant tried hard to recall what he knew, hoping it would be of some help to Wes.

"They said they came for vacation, but they haven't even left their room. It's really strange."

The servant muttered to himself, a puzzled look on his face.

[As expected, I couldn't get any useful information.] Wes thought to himself.

However, he was not disappointed, because these situations were all within his expectations.

From the beginning, he did not expect to easily obtain crucial information from his attendants.

In fact, the entire hotel was under Kenneth's close surveillance.

To avoid being easily recognized, West deliberately changed his appearance.

Knowing Kenneth's caution and cunning, he was well prepared.

"As long as these ordinary people are around, others won't dare to launch a large-scale attack."

Kenneth sat in his luxurious penthouse room, thinking confidently.

He was well aware of the rules of the Holy Grail War and knew that ordinary people could not be involved on a large scale.

His decision to book the entire top floor of the hotel, using ordinary people as a potential protective barrier, stemmed from this very consideration.

In his view, the presence of these ordinary people would make the other participants more cautious and less likely to launch large-scale attacks.

As for breaking into the top floor, it's already riddled with traps and has become Kenneth's domain.

Kenneth meticulously set up various magical traps and defensive measures, making the top floor resemble a solid fortress.

He was full of confidence in his magical abilities and believed that he could defeat any opponent on his home turf.

His eyes revealed a hint of arrogance and confidence, as if he could already see the moment he would win the Holy Grail War.

Wes walked steadily into his room, carefully observing every corner of it.

The room is simply and comfortably furnished, with soft lighting casting a warm glow on the clean bed.

Weiss first checked the door latches to make sure they were secure and reliable.

Then, he walked to the window, gently pulled back the curtains, and checked for anything unusual.

Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, warm and bright. Wes stood by the window, basking in the sunlight and savoring that moment of tranquility.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

[They're really confident that this floor is only being monitored.]

In Wess's view, Kenneth's confidence was both an advantage and a weakness.

However, this situation did make things easier for Wes, allowing him to implement his plans more calmly.

Wes walked to a corner of the room and turned on the television.

A TV drama was playing on the television, and the scene depicted two men and a woman vying for a man's affections.

Wes's lips curled slightly as he quietly watched the television screen, his thoughts racing.

Until late at night, when all was quiet, the moon hung high in the sky like a giant lamp.

It was a full moon, and its bright light poured down, draping the earth in a silver veil.

The full moon radiated a mysterious and enchanting light.

There is a saying that the "moon goddess" holds the power of reproduction, so on the night of the full moon, living beings become more impulsive and desireful.

Under the gentle moonlight, an invisible force seemed to be quietly surging, awakening the instincts deep within our lives.

Humans are animals, and despite the constraints of reason and civilization, the emotions and desires deep within our hearts are inevitably stirred under the influence of the full moon.

"What a good day," Wes murmured to himself, his voice unusually clear in the quiet room.

Wes held the Mind Scepter in his hand, the Mind Gem at the top of the scepter now shimmering with a faint blue light, as if responding to the call of Wes' heart.

Wes gently stroked the scepter, feeling the powerful energy contained within the Mind Stone.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, leaning slightly forward, his breathing steady and rhythmic.

"We can begin."

The silence in the penthouse suite was suddenly broken.

Sora was jolted awake from her sleep, her body trembling slightly, her eyes wide open, still holding a trace of confusion and astonishment.

Her cheeks were flushed, like ripe apples, and the vibrant color looked especially beautiful under the moonlight.

She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving as if she had just finished a vigorous run.

(End of this chapter)