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

Chapter 237 Triangle

There was no one else on the entire top floor, and Sora's steps unconsciously became lighter, as if each step carried a sense of anticipation.

Her eyes darted around, hoping to spot that familiar figure somewhere.

Her heart beat slightly faster, and a strange sense of tension welled up inside her.

She didn't know what she was expecting, nor what she should say if she actually met that person.

But this expectation, like a seed of spring, took root and sprouted in her heart, making it irresistible to her.

As Sora walked, she imagined the scene of meeting that person.

She imagined his smile, his eyes, his voice. These images brought a faint blush to her face and filled her heart with warmth.

She knew this expectation might just be a fantasy, but she couldn't control her feelings.

The lighting in the corridor on this floor is soft.

Sora's figure looked exceptionally beautiful under the lights; her beauty seemed to blend seamlessly with the night.

She continued walking forward, her anticipation growing stronger, as if an invisible force was guiding her.

"Please return to your room." Diarmuid's voice suddenly rang out, sounding exceptionally clear in the silent corridor.

His figure appeared suddenly like a ghost, startling Sora.

Her body trembled slightly, and she instinctively took a step back.

However, when she recognized the person as Diarmuid, a bright smile immediately bloomed on her face: "It's you."

The moment Sora saw Diarmuid, he forgot everything.

Her eyes were only on him, and her heart was filled with joy and excitement.

All worries vanished without a trace at this moment.

Diarmuid sighed helplessly as he watched Sora's reaction.

This is really troublesome.

He muttered to himself.

He had no feelings for Sora. In his eyes, Sora was just his master Kenneth's fiancée, and his duty was to protect her, not to have a romantic relationship with her.

He also knew that Kenneth was furious about this, so he deliberately kept his distance from Sora to avoid causing unnecessary trouble.

However, he also understood that he had a responsibility to protect Sora.

Regardless of his feelings for Sora, he had to fulfill his responsibility to ensure her safety.

His gaze hardened as he looked at Sora and said sternly, "Miss Sora, please return to your room immediately. It's dangerous here; you shouldn't be wandering around outside."

She's showing concern for me; that's very manly.

In Sora's eyes, everything Diarmuid did was filtered through a beautiful lens.

"Are you worried about me?" Sora gently touched her hair, a hint of shyness in her eyes.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed, like blooming flowers, radiating a captivating glow.

Her heart was filled with anticipation, hoping to hear a positive answer from Diarmuid.

"Please return to your room." Diarmuid's voice became stiff, and his eyes were devoid of any emotion.

He didn't want Sora to misunderstand, nor did he want to cause himself unnecessary trouble.

His duty was to protect Sora's safety, not to develop a romantic relationship with her.

So cold, but I love it.

Sora secretly admired him.

While Sora was still infatuated with him, Diarmuid didn't want to get entangled with her and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute~" Sola stretched out his hand and grabbed Diarmuid's arm.

She seemed eager for Dirumdo to stay and keep her company for a while.

However, Diarmuid jerked back, his movement sudden and without considering Sora's feelings.

As a result, Sora lost her balance and fell to the ground.

"Ouch!" Sora cried out in pain, her voice filled with panic and agony.

Her body crashed heavily to the ground, a sharp pain shooting through her knee, causing her to wince.

"Are you alright?" Diarmuid asked quickly.

Looking at Sora's pained expression, he felt a pang of guilt. He knew his actions had been somewhat rash, but he hadn't expected such consequences.

"My knee is sore, I can't stand up." Sora looked at Dirumdo expectantly, her eyes filled with pleading and longing.

"I'll go find Master," Diarmuid said after a moment's hesitation.

He knew he was in an awkward position; if Kenneth saw him with Sora, it would definitely cause unnecessary trouble.

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

"No," Sora interjected, "You don't want Kenneth to misunderstand, do you?"

Sora's voice was filled with worry and fear.

She knew Kenneth's temper; if he saw her with Diarmuid, he would definitely be furious.

She didn't want Diarmuid to be implicated because of her.

Diarmuid stopped in his tracks, his heart filled with contradictions and turmoil.

"You can help me back; it won't take long." Sola extended his right hand.

Diarmuid had no choice but to help him up, his movements very gentle so as not to hurt Sora.

Unfortunately, at that moment, Sora's coat slipped off, leaving only her underwear covering her private parts.

Neither of them knew how to react.

Their eyes were filled with surprise and embarrassment, and their bodies involuntarily stiffened.

"What are you two doing??" Kenneth appeared, his voice filled with anger and shock.

His eyes were filled with rage; if looks could kill, the two of them would have been dead several times over.

The veins on his forehead bulged, and his fists were clenched tightly, as if he might explode at any moment.

"Master, this is all a misunderstanding," Diarmuid quickly explained.

Sora quickly put on her coat: "Kenneth, this is indeed a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstand??"

Kenneth's voice was filled with anger and skepticism; he felt his intelligence had been thoroughly insulted by these two. His eyes blazed with fury, as if he wanted to burn the two men before him to ashes.

"It's 3 a.m., why aren't you sleeping in your room? What are you trying to do dressed like that?"

Kenneth questioned Sora loudly, his voice echoing in the silent corridor, filled with a sense of oppression.

His gaze was fixed on Sora, awaiting her answer.

Sora felt a surge of panic; she couldn't bring herself to say that she had come out for some fresh air because she couldn't sleep due to a wet dream.

Her cheeks flushed, and her eyes were filled with embarrassment and unease. She didn't know how to answer Kenneth's question, so she could only lower her head and silently bite her lip.

Kenneth saw this as an admission of guilt, and his face darkened further. Kenneth stared intently at Sora, his gaze as sharp as a blade.

(End of this chapter)