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

shouldn't have suspected a thing... Everything was perfect... There should've been nothing to indicate you at all

himself as if

"...and yet, I did."

replied calmly, my

a little while back,

slightly, and I could see a flicker of confusion pass over his

did she

his voice laced with

the

exact words, watching as Waylan's

Protector knows the

almost to

pursing

"Indeed..."

myself before looking back

be honest. To me, there was nothing really wrong

how it was supposed to be. How I thought it was supposed

I guess I

sat in silence, each lost in our own thoughts. But then,

changed recently,

at him, my

"Yes, they have."

that was his name, and that was all there was

Things, however, changed recently.

funny, at first I thought it was because history was different. It wouldn't be surprising if some things were different... It made perfect sense

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

looked straight into

before. Your name was what I thought it was, there didn't seem to be any change, and I felt my suspicions die

Protector knows the

mind. I wasn't sure

back against my

but… what if… and I mean what if… for some strange reason that I don't know… I have the power of a

Kevin… I had the sudden thought that perhaps, the name shift in the other world wasn't necessarily a historical

to mind, wouldn't it mean that from my perspective, only I would

my mind automatically translated how everyone was referring to him,

had been calling him Oliver

it all a matter of

"You see…"

with a complicated look. Drumming my fingers

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

this skill that I have. It's a very nice skill, and it's called

one of

a 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

me with an impassive look on

I continued.

things from another one's perspective

let out a

a bit of a farfetched thought, and I hoped I was wrong…

head lowered in

It turns out that my hunch was correct… and you really are Oliver Roshfield

through

everyone's perspective, he

Waylan Roshfield, and it only dawned upon me once I carefully looked through their memories and paid attention to every little detail in them. That was when I realized that they

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