Upon opening her eyes, Arielle saw a brown-haired youth gazing at her in surprise. Without waiting for her to say anything, Clyde joyfully broke the silence. “You've finally regained your consciousness. Did you perhaps wake up because you heard what I said earlier? You woke up just in time. Aunt Sophia is really about to throw you out had you not wake up.”
He lowered his voice as he said the last sentence, almost as if he was worried someone might overhear his words.
“W-Where...”
Cough! Cough!
Arielle wanted to ask where she was after having listened to his rambling. However, her throat was too dry that she began coughing the moment she spoke.
Clyde immediately poured her a glass of water.
Arielle took the glass from him and gulped down the water in a few mouthfuls.
“Who are you? What is this place? Are you the one who saved me?” Arielle threw Clyde a barrage of questions.
It was fortunate she had learned many languages before. Otherwise, she would not have understood what Clyde was saying.
Little did the youth expect that Arielle would understand the language he spoke. Of course, he was overjoyed.
“Hello, I'm Clyde. We're on an island in Irushea. My aunt and I saved you. You've been lying here for the past three days. Aunt Sophia says she will kick you out if you aren't waking up.” As he said that, he scratched his head. “Aunt Sophia is just kidding. With me around, she won't do that to you.”
Hearing those words, Arielle curled the corners of her lips into a faint smile. This kid really doesn't have his guard up, isn't he?
“It's been a few days since you stayed in bed. Are you hungry?” Clyde thoughtfully queried.
At the mention of that, she realized she was indeed famished. Regardless, she could not care less about her hunger pangs.
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