I would have gladly given it to him without any hesitation.

William's POV

As I regained consciousness, my eyes were greeted by the unfamiliar sight of a pristine white wall. I found myself lying on a comfortable bed adorned with soft pillows and a silk blanket. Bewilderment washed over me as I took in the luxurious surroundings. Being a commoner, I could hardly fathom how such opulence could exist.

Was I dreaming? With my limited means, I could only afford a room in a run-down inn, not a place like this. So, I concluded that I must be in a dream and decided to indulge myself further by staying in this dream-like bed. Little did I know, fate had different plans for me.

Suddenly, a voice resonated from beside the bed. Startled, I tensed up and turned my gaze towards the source. There sat a man on an intricately crafted wooden chair that exuded elegance. Such chairs were usually found in noble houses, but the man sitting on it surpassed even the chair in grace.

He appeared to be in his thirties, possessing a handsome face with light blue eyes and silver-blue hair. He was dressed in a formal black suit that suited him perfectly.

His gaze was fixed upon me, a piece of paper held in his hand, devoid of emotion but radiating an aura of strength and composure.

As I locked eyes with him, I mustered the courage to speak, "Great sir, could you please be so kind as to enlighten this humble being about my whereabouts?"

Instead of answering my question, the man continued to observe me in silence. I was puzzled. Why was he not responding? Was he deaf or purposely ignoring me? These thoughts swirled in my mind until, finally, words escaped the man's lips.

"Your name is William, aged twelve. You are an orphan with no recorded family history or any official entry into the city. You were discovered by a nun, taken in, and raised by her for five years. Unfortunately, she met her demise at the hands of a dark guild, orchestrated by the head priest of the church. The city's Lord covered up the incident by falsely accusing the nun."

He recounted my life story, revealing that he knew everything about me. It was true; there was little to know about my life. I had endured hardship from birth as an orphan, with the social status of a commoner, scraping by at the lowest rung of society. I had to work from a young age to survive, engaging in menial jobs like boot polishing, construction labor, and luggage handling.

"Everything about you was ordinary, or rather, it was until today," the man paused, allowing his words to sink in. "Do you understand what I mean?"

"How would I know what you are talking about?" I replied, confusion etched in my voice.

"Ah, indeed, you would not know," he remarked, reclining back in his chair and closing his eyes momentarily. After a moment of contemplation, his gaze fell upon me again, and he continued.

"Let us set that aside for now and talk about what you were doing before you fainted."

His question triggered a realization within me. I had come here seeking help. Panic surged through me, propelling me to get out of bed and rush towards the door. However, my attempt to leave was halted by a firm hand, and I turned to see the man who had been silently observing me until now.

"Why are you..." I began to ask, but before I could finish my sentence, he interrupted.

"No need to panic. She is alive, and healers are attending to her," he assured me.

Hearing those words, I collapsed to my knees, tears streaming down my face. Gripping onto his leg, I pleaded, "Is it true? Is she really okay?"

"Yes," he affirmed.

Though I had no way of verifying the truth of his words, I desperately wanted to believe him. The fear of losing someone dear to me once again drove me to trust in his words. The thought of losing another person so close to me was unbearable.

Remaining on my knees, I clung to his leg, tears staining my cheeks. Although I yearned to rush to her side and confirm her well-being, I found myself immobilized, as if drained of all energy. It was as if my body had given up on me, and I wept uncontrollably, my cries marking the release of pent-up emotions. In that moment, the only emotion that remained within me was relief—a sense of being granted a second chance at life.

Even amidst my turmoil, the man remained silent, steadfast in his presence. He allowed me to grasp onto his leg, my only lifeline, a symbol of hope. Deep gratitude swelled within me, to the point that I would willingly sacrifice my life if he were to ask for it, without a moment's hesitation.