The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel

There was no one else on the entire top floor. Sora's steps became lighter unconsciously, as if every step was filled with expectation.

Her eyes looked around, hoping to see that familiar figure in a corner.

Her heartbeat slightly accelerated, and an inexplicable sense of tension surged in her heart.

She didn't know what she was expecting, nor did she know what she would say if she really met that person.

But this expectation took root in her heart like a seed in spring, making her irresistible.

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

She imagined his smile, his eyes, and his voice. These imaginations made her face blush lightly, and her heart was filled with warmth.

She knew that this expectation might be just an illusion, but she couldn't control her heart.

In the corridor on this floor, the lights were soft.

Sora's figure looked particularly moving under the lights, and her beauty seemed to blend into the night.

She continued to walk forward, and the expectation in her heart became stronger and stronger, as if there was an invisible force pulling her.

"Please return to your room." Diarmuid's voice suddenly sounded, and it was particularly clear in the silent corridor.

His figure suddenly appeared like a ghost, scaring Sora.

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

However, when she saw that the person coming was Diarmuid, a bright smile immediately appeared on her face: "It's you."

The moment she saw Diarmuid, Sora forgot everything.

There was only his figure in her eyes and her heart was full of joy and excitement.

All the troubles disappeared without a trace at this moment.

Diarmuid looked at Sora's reaction and sighed helplessly.

[What a trouble. ]

He muttered to himself in his heart.

He had no feelings for Sora. In his opinion, Sora was just the fiancée of his master Kenneth. His duty was to protect her, not to have an emotional entanglement with her.

He also knew that Kenneth was very annoyed by this matter, so he had been deliberately keeping a distance from Sora to avoid causing unnecessary trouble.

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

No matter how he felt about Sora, he had to do his duty and ensure her safety.

His eyes became firm, he looked at Sora, and said in a serious tone: "Miss Sora, please return to your room immediately. It's dangerous here, you shouldn't walk around outside casually."

[She is caring about me, so manly. ]

In Sora's eyes, everything Diarmuid did was added with a beautiful filter.

"Are you caring about me?" Sora fiddled with her hair slightly, with a hint of shyness in her eyes.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed, like a blooming flower, exuding a charming brilliance.

Her heart was full of expectations, hoping to hear a positive answer from Diarmuid.

"Please return to your room." Diarmuid's voice became stiff, and there was no ripple in his eyes.

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

His duty was to protect Sora's safety, not to have emotional entanglements with her.

[So cold, I like it so much. 】

Sora secretly admired in her heart.

When Sora was still infatuated, Diarmuid didn't want to get entangled with her, so he turned and left.

"Wait~" Sora reached out and grabbed Diarmuid's arm.

Her movements were somewhat eager, hoping that Diarmuid could stay with her for a while.

However, Diarmuid shuddered and pulled his arm back. His movements were a bit sudden, without considering Sora's feelings.

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

"Ouch!" Sora screamed in pain, her voice full of panic and pain.

Her body fell heavily to the ground, and a sharp pain came from her knees, making her frown.

"Are you okay?" Diarmuid asked hurriedly

He looked at Sora's painful expression, and a sense of guilt surged in his heart. He knew that his actions just now were a bit reckless, but he didn't expect such consequences.

"My knee is broken and I can't stand up." Sora looked at Diarmuid expectantly, her eyes full of help and desire.

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

He knew that his current situation was very awkward. If Kenneth saw him and Sora together, it would definitely cause unnecessary trouble.

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"No," Sora stopped him, "You don't want to be misunderstood by Kenneth, do you?"

Sora's voice was full of worry and fear.

She knew Kenneth's temper. If he saw her and Diarmuid together, he would definitely be furious.

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

Diarmuid stopped, his heart full of contradictions and entanglements.

"Help me back, it won't take much time." Sora stretched out his right hand.

Diarmuid had to help him up, and his movements were very gentle for fear of hurting Sora.

But by chance, at this time Sora's coat slipped off, leaving only underwear covering the key parts.

Neither of them knew how to react.

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

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

His eyes were full of anger. If eyes could kill, the two people would have died several times.

The veins on his forehead bulged, and his fists were clenched tightly, ready to explode at any time.

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

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

"Misunderstanding?"

Kenneth's voice was full of anger and doubt. He felt that his IQ was severely insulted by these two people. There was anger in his eyes, as if he wanted to burn the two people in front of him to ashes.

"It's 3 o'clock in the morning. Why don't you sleep well in your room and dress like this?"

Kenneth questioned Sora loudly, his voice echoing in the silent corridor, full of oppression.

He stared at Sora closely, waiting for her answer.

Sora was in a panic. She couldn't say that she came out to breathe because she had a dream and couldn't sleep.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were full of embarrassment and uneasiness. She didn't know how to answer Kenneth's question, so she could only lower her head and bite her lips silently.

In Kenneth's eyes, this look was a confession, and his face became even gloomier. Kenneth stared at Sora closely, his eyes like a sharp blade.