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..."

nonchalance, I sensed a hint of unease in his voice. Clearly, he wasn't

was perfect... There should've been nothing to indicate you at all of the

to himself as if to reassure himself

"...and yet, I did."

replied calmly, my

nun that I met a little while back, and she told me

see a

she tell

voice laced with

the name

watching as Waylan's expression slowly changed, his eyes

the name of

echoed, almost

nodded, pursing my

"Indeed..."

to myself before

there was nothing really wrong with

be. How I thought it was

I guess I thought

our own

have changed recently, haven't they? You found

at him,

"Yes, they have."

name, and that was all there was to

Things, however, changed recently.

different. It wouldn't be surprising if some things were different... It made perfect sense if you thought about it. Why

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

straight

it was, there didn't seem to be any change, and I felt my suspicions die down… That was until I remembered

Protector knows the

mind. I wasn't sure why, but I felt that those words were

back against

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

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

to mind, wouldn't it mean that from my

if, my mind automatically translated how everyone was referring to him,

I had been calling him Oliver

it all a matter of

"You see…"

Waylan with a complicated look. Drumming my fingers

I was wrong, I had already confirmed things beforehand and was just clinging to the little

that I have. It's a very nice skill,

of my

memories of others. Judging from how you're looking at me, you

staring at me with an impassive look on

I continued.

me to see things from

let out a

a farfetched thought, and I hoped

head lowered in

out that my hunch was correct… and

at first. Perhaps even shocked, but as I went through

he was

through their memories and paid attention to every little detail in them. That was when I realized that

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