The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel

"It was just a dream?!" Sora whispered softly, her 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 remaining warmth. Everything in the dream was so real that it was difficult for her to distinguish between reality and illusion.

She sat quietly on the bed, and the scenes in the dream kept appearing in her mind.

Thinking of Diarmuid in the dream, a warm current 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 at ease, as if as long as he was by her side,

she didn't have to be afraid of anything. Sora was immersed in memories, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a happy smile.

"And he actually..."

Sora's voice trembled slightly, but he stopped halfway, thinking of the unspeakable scene in the dream.

She only felt that her body was getting hotter and hotter, as if there was a flame 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 a little shaky steps.

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

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

She couldn't wait to unscrew the bottle cap.

"Gudong~"

"Gudong~"

She drank the whole 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 make such rude moves.

She has always been taught to be elegant and decent, and every action must conform to the norms of the nobility.

However, at this moment, she didn't care about these at all. The scenes in 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 sat slowly on the bed, with a look of confusion in her eyes.

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

Sora advised herself silently in her heart.

She knew that she and Diarmuid came from different worlds, and the gap between them was like a world of difference.

She couldn't have unrealistic fantasies about a Heroic Spirit, she had to face reality.

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

Kenneth is her fiancé, he has powerful magical power and lofty status.

She should cherish the person in front of her, instead of immersing herself 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, getting deeper and deeper.

Sora hurriedly covered herself in the quilt, as if this could drive Diarmuid out of her mind.

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

However, the more she did this, 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, and the voice was full of magnetism, making her heart beat faster involuntarily.

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

"Um~" "Um~"

She hid in the quilt and moaned, her whole body was soaked with sweat.

She felt as if she was trapped in a quagmire that she couldn't get out of. The more she struggled, the deeper she sank.

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

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

She went to the bathroom and turned on the cold water. The moment she came into contact with the cold water, she shuddered and it became a little difficult to breathe.

But she gritted her teeth and persisted.

No mistake, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

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

The cold water poured on her body, bringing a piercing cold, which relieved her heat a lot.

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

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

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

However, she was no longer sleepy at this time.

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

In the mirror, she had a convex and curvy figure, and her curves were exquisite. Her graceful figure seemed to be a masterpiece carefully carved by nature.

Add to that her good looks, fair skin, delicate features, slightly rosy cheeks, and long, smooth hair that flows like a waterfall, and she exudes a charming charm.

"Why doesn't that stupid guy appreciate it?"

Sora murmured softly, with a hint of anger and loss in her 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, which made her heart beat faster involuntarily.

"Stop." Sora tried to restrain her thoughts, she knew she couldn't sink like this anymore.

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

However, she couldn't fall asleep at this time. She lay in bed, tossing and turning, her heart full of irritability and anxiety.

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

The lights of the city were brilliant and dazzling, like a dreamy ocean.

"Speaking of which, I have never gone out for a walk." Sora's heart surged with a desire, she longed to walk out of this room, to feel the outside world, to breathe the air of freedom.

However, thinking of her father and Kenneth's instructions, she gave up the idea again.

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

"Just walk around this floor." Sora made a decision in her heart.

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

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