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..."

in his voice. Clearly, he wasn't

perfect... There should've been nothing

mumbled to himself as if to

"...and yet, I did."

calmly, my eyes

that I met a little while back, and

see

she tell

voice laced

the name

repeated her exact words, watching as Waylan's expression slowly

the name of

almost

pursing

"Indeed..."

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 that,

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

guess

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

changed recently, haven't they? You found

looked up at

"Yes, they have."

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

Things, however, changed recently.

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

and I had no faults with it. Even after everything that I saw, I still

looked straight into Waylan's

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

Protector knows the name

nun's words kept sticking in my mind. I wasn't

back against

was a farfetched thought, but… what if… and I mean what if… for some strange

thought, but thinking about Kevin… I had the sudden thought that perhaps,

took the nun's words to mind, wouldn't it mean that from my perspective, only I would know his true

automatically translated how everyone was referring to him,

entire time I had been calling

all a matter

"You see…"

Drumming my fingers over the armrest of the chair,

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

I have. It's a

one of

from how you're looking at me, you seem to have

kept staring at me with an impassive look

I continued.

from another

let out

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

head lowered

all. It turns out that my hunch was correct… and you

shocked, but as I went through the other's memories, I

perspective, he was Oliver

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

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