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

Prelude to Chapter 236

"It was just a dream?!" Sora murmured softly, her voice filled with surprise and regret.

An indescribable sense of loss was evident in her eyes.

She slowly raised her hand, gently stroking 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 images from her dream constantly replaying in her mind.

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

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

His smile was as warm as sunshine, dispelling the gloom in her heart.

His strength gave her immense peace of mind, as if as long as he was by her side,

She had nothing to fear. Sora was lost in her memories, a happy smile playing on her lips.

"And he actually..."

Sora's voice trembled slightly, and she stopped halfway through her sentence, thinking of the scene in her dream that she found difficult to talk about.

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

This unfamiliar feeling made her uneasy. She hurriedly got out of bed and walked unsteadily toward the refrigerator.

Opening the refrigerator door, a blast of cold air hit her, making her a little more awake.

She took a bottle of ice water from the refrigerator; the bottle exuded a slight coolness.

She couldn't wait to unscrew the bottle cap.

"Gulp~"

"Gulp~"

He drank a whole bottle of water in one go.

The cool water flowed down her throat, relieving the heat in her body, but her heart still could not find peace.

The aristocratic education she received from childhood did not allow her to behave so rudely.

She had always been taught to be elegant and proper, and that every movement should conform to aristocratic norms.

However, she couldn't care less about any of that at the moment. The images from her dream kept flashing through her mind, those realistic and blush-inducing scenes that she couldn't tear herself away from.

The dream I just had felt so real.

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

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

He is a Heroic Spirit; he will return to Chaldea after the Holy Grail War, while I am merely an outcast of a family. We will never have the chance to meet again in this lifetime.

Sora silently advised herself.

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

She cannot harbor unrealistic fantasies about a heroic spirit; she must face reality.

[Moreover, Kenneth's strength and status are both outstanding.] Sora reminded herself again.

Kenneth is her fiancé; he possesses powerful magical abilities and a high social standing.

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

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

Especially after having such a wonderful dream, her heart was filled with contradictions and struggles.

She didn't know how to face her feelings; she felt as if she were trapped in a whirlpool from which she couldn't escape, sinking deeper and deeper.

Sora frantically covered herself with the blanket, as if that would drive Diarmuid's image out of her mind.

She closed her eyes tightly, trying to calm her thoughts and force herself to stop thinking about Diarmuid.

However, the more she did this, the clearer Diarmuid became in her mind.

His gentle smile and strong physique kept appearing in her mind like a spell, impossible to shake off.

She seemed to hear Diarmuid constantly extending invitations to her; his voice was so magnetic that it made her heart beat faster involuntarily.

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

"Mmm~" "Mmm~"

She groaned muffledly from under the covers, her whole body soaked in sweat.

She felt as if she were trapped in a quagmire from which she could not extricate herself; the more she struggled, the deeper she sank.

"No, I can't think about this anymore." Sora suddenly threw off the covers and jumped out of bed.

Her eyes were filled with determination; she knew she couldn't continue to sink into despair like this.

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

But she gritted her teeth and persevered.

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

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 chill that relieved her fever considerably.

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

She rinsed herself with cold water for a full ten minutes before finally calming down.

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

However, she was no longer sleepy at this point.

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

In the mirror, she has a curvaceous figure with a prominent bust and hips, her graceful figure seemingly a masterpiece sculpted by nature.

In addition, her striking face, fair skin, delicate features, slightly flushed cheeks, and long, flowing hair exude a captivating charm.

"How can that blockhead not appreciate things?"

Sora muttered softly, her tone tinged with reproach and disappointment.

She gently stroked her body, her fingers gliding over her delicate skin, feeling its warmth and softness.

Diarmuid's image reappeared in her mind—his handsome face, gentle eyes, and strong physique—making her heart beat faster involuntarily.

"Stop." Sora tried to control her thoughts; she knew she couldn't continue to sink into this state.

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

However, she couldn't fall asleep at all. She lay in bed, tossing and turning, her heart filled with restlessness and unease.

Left with no other choice, she went to the window and looked at the night view outside.

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

"I've never actually gone out before." A longing welled up in Sora's heart; she longed to leave this room, to experience the outside world, and to breathe the air of freedom.

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

They had warned her that the outside world was full of dangers during the Holy Grail War and that she should not leave the hotel lightly.

"I'll just wander around this floor," Sora decided.

She put on her underwear, simply draped a coat over it, and then left her room.

Perhaps she was also hoping for a chance encounter with Diarmuid.

(End of this chapter)