The Author's POV

Chapter 757

The moment those words escaped from my mouth, the very air around the room chilled entirely, and as I sat in front of Waylan, I found myself blinking for a longer time than I usually would have.

There was something nagging at the back of my mind, and for a moment, I hesitated to voice my thoughts, unsure of whether I was overthinking or not.

But as I studied Waylan's expression, the nagging feeling persisted within me, urging me to speak up.

I cleared my throat, breaking the silence between us.

"You know, Waylan, I've been thinking."

I said slowly, my voice laced with uncertainty.

"I couldn't help but wonder if there's more to Kevin's memory wipe than just sparing everyone the pain of his passing."

I thought I knew Kevin well, but after thinking about everything that had happened, I realized that I actually knew almost nothing about him.

The Kevin I knew was a lie.

...and thus, it made me question whether he truly erased everyone's memories to spare them from being hurt by his death.

Perhaps it was true to some extent, I felt that there was more to it than just that...

Waylan's eyes flickered with a hint of surprise before he lowered his gaze, his hand coming to rest on the wooden table between us.

"What do you mean?"

He asked, his voice neutral.

I blinked slowly once more, deliberating over the words that I was about to say.

"It's just that... apart from me, no one else should know about Kevin. And yet, somehow, you do."

I watched Waylan's hand tense slightly at my words, but he remained silent, listening intently.

I leaned forward, my eyes locked on his.

"So, how is it that you know?"

I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"How is it that you don't know about his death and the changes he's made while I do?"

For a moment, Waylan's hand hovered uncertainly over the table, his expression unreadable. But then, he let out a soft chuckle, his features relaxing into a smile.

"Heh, so it's true then..."

he said, more to himself than to me.

His casual demeanor intrigued me, and I found myself studying him more closely, searching for any hint of deception or guilt.

"What have you figured out?"

I asked, unable to hide the curiosity in my voice.

Waylan looked up at me, his eyes glinting with amusement.

"Why did you suspect me? I thought I had done quite a good job up until this point..."

his voice. Clearly, he wasn't as unaffected as he tried to play himself out

have suspected a thing... Everything was perfect... There should've been nothing to indicate you at

to himself as if

"...and yet, I did."

my eyes

I met a little while back,

could see a flicker of confusion pass over his

she

asked, his voice laced

knows the name

her exact words, watching as Waylan's expression slowly

knows the name of

echoed, almost

nodded, pursing my

"Indeed..."

mumbled to myself before looking back at

really notice it at first, to be honest. To me, there was nothing really wrong with your name. I called you

to be. How

guess I

each lost in our own thoughts. But then, Waylan spoke up,

have changed recently, haven't they? You

looked up at him,

"Yes, they have."

perspective, that was his name, and that was all there was to

Things, however, changed recently.

was different. It wouldn't be surprising if some things were different... It made perfect sense if you thought about it. Why would there be no change

saw, I still didn't feel that there was something wrong with your name… the same was for

looked straight into

I came back, everything was the same as before. Your name was what I thought it was, there didn't seem to

a Protector knows the name

the nun's words kept sticking in my mind. I wasn't sure why, but I felt that those words

leaned back against

thought, but… what if… and I mean what if… for some strange reason that I don't know…

thought that

I took the nun's words to mind, wouldn't it mean that

automatically translated how everyone was referring to him, and how I

entire time I had been calling him Oliver

it all a

"You see…"

a complicated look. Drumming my fingers over the armrest of the chair, I

was wrong, I had already confirmed things beforehand and was just clinging to the little hope that never existed, to

a very nice skill, and it's called

one of my favorite

skill that enables me to alter and see the memories of others. Judging from how you're looking at me, you seem to have an understanding of where I'm getting at,

with an impassive

I continued.

from another one's perspective

out

thought, and I hoped

lowered

out that my hunch was correct… and you

even shocked, but as I went through the

everyone's perspective, he was

dawned upon me once I carefully looked through their memories and paid attention to every little detail in them.

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