All-around teacher at the magic academy

Chapter 219 Adam Blaine

Leon sat at the somewhat worn table, its surface marked by the passage of time, as if telling the story of this place.

At this moment, the chair he was sitting on creaked from time to time, as if it were also participating in this silent conversation.

His gaze fell on the girl in front of him, who seemed a little flustered, her eyes revealing a hint of nervousness.

Leon glanced down at the bowl of soup in front of him. The soup was milky white and had a faint aroma.

He had just taken a sip; the flavor was rich and mellow, undoubtedly fish soup, but he couldn't be sure what kind of fish it was made from. This question lingered in his mind, but he wasn't in a hurry to find a solution.

To break the awkward silence, Leon asked, "Did you save me?"

He tried to ease the tension between them by bringing up a topic, after all, she was just a teenage girl, and he didn't want her to feel uncomfortable.

The girl nodded gently, her voice barely audible, "Yes, it's me."

She seemed to be trying to recall the scene, and then said, "I went to the beach to collect clams before, and I saw you being washed ashore by the waves. You were pale and motionless."

As Leon listened to the girl's explanation, he was filled with emotion.

He survived after being in the sea for so long. Was it luck, or was some unseen force protecting him? He didn't know.

The ship was destroyed at night, when the entire sea was shrouded in darkness, so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

Leon couldn't even see his companions clearly, let alone recognize his surroundings.

He could only guess that perhaps they weren't far from here at the time, otherwise, under such harsh conditions, he couldn't have been washed ashore.

He was filled with guilt because, in that chaotic moment, strangers on other ships were also put in danger because of him.

They were innocent, yet they were inexplicably dragged into this disaster.

"How long have I been unconscious?" Leon broke the silence, his voice slightly hoarse from not speaking for a long time.

The girl answered softly, "Twelve days have passed since I picked you up."

Her voice, though soft, reached Leon's ears clearly.

Twelve days later, Leon was utterly shocked. He hadn't expected to be unconscious for so long, and the fact that he hadn't starved to death during that time was a miracle in itself.

He looked at the girl again, his eyes filled with gratitude. Leon wanted to say something to express his thanks, but he knew that words alone could not convey his feelings at that moment.

He reached into his pocket, hoping to find some money to express his gratitude to the girl.

When he left, Leon left most of his money to Ilya, keeping only enough for himself to live on for a few days after arriving in a strange place.

But now he touched his pocket and found it empty; the money seemed to have disappeared.

The girl noticed Leon's actions and a hint of nervousness appeared on her face. She quickly explained, "I'm sorry, your clothes were all soaked before, so I washed them again for you. When we were washing them, we checked your pockets, but there was nothing inside."

Her tone carried a hint of apology, as if she was worried that Leon might misunderstand.

When Leon heard the girl's explanation, he understood that she had probably misunderstood his intentions and thought he was worried about whether something was missing.

He sighed softly, without intending to explain his true thoughts.

After all, his belongings were likely mostly soaked in the sea, so it was only natural that they would be lost.

"Thank you for saving me, otherwise I might really have died on the shore," Leon said sincerely, his voice filled with gratitude.

The girl waved her hands repeatedly, a blush creeping onto her face, looking a little embarrassed: "You're welcome, you're welcome, I was just doing it on the way..."

Her voice trailed off, as if she didn't want to talk too much about her good deed.

Looking at the girl's reaction, Leon could sense her kindness and innocence. She didn't seem to be seeking anything in return; she was simply helping someone in need out of instinct.

"By the way, I still don't know your name." Leon suddenly remembered this basic courtesy and asked with a smile.

The girl looked up at Leon, her eyes clear as a lake, and smiled as she replied, "Everyone calls me Asha." Her voice was soft, with a hint of shyness.

“Asha…” Leon repeated softly. He had actually heard the name before in the girl’s conversation with the others, but of course he wouldn’t mention it, lest the other person think he was eavesdropping on their conversation.

"By the way, my name is Adam Bryan, you can call me Adam."

Leon introduced himself, saying he had chosen a new name and did not tell the other party his original surname.

In his view, a name is just a label, and after he arrived in this new place, the name Leon Guern could no longer be used.

He also had plans to return later, or even go to the capital. If he continued to use that name, it might bring him unnecessary trouble.

“Mr. Adam…” Asha repeated his name softly, as if she had etched the title into her heart.

A slight smile appeared on her face, clearly intrigued by Leon's new name.

Although Leon wanted to correct Asha and let her call him brother, because he felt he wasn't that much older than her, such a title might make them feel closer.

However, since they are not yet familiar with each other, such a request might make the other party feel uncomfortable, or even somewhat presumptuous.

Therefore, he decided to maintain the status quo for the time being and wait for the right opportunity to bring it up again.