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

was perfect... There should've been nothing

himself as if to reassure

"...and yet, I did."

calmly, my eyes never

that I met a

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

did she tell

his voice laced

Protector knows the

as Waylan's expression

the name of another

echoed, almost

nodded, pursing my

"Indeed..."

to myself before

first, to be honest. To me, there was nothing really wrong with your name. I called you that, and everyone

to be. How I thought

guess

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

have changed recently, haven't

looked up at

"Yes, they have."

was his name, and that

Things, however, changed recently.

if some things were different... It made perfect sense if you thought about it. Why would there be no change when

that I saw, I still

straight into Waylan's

same as before. Your name was what I thought it was, there didn't seem to be any

the name of

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

leaned back against my

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

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

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

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

time I had been calling

it all a matter

"You see…"

Waylan with a complicated look. Drumming my fingers over the

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

have. It's a very nice skill,

one of my

Judging from how you're looking at me, you seem to have an understanding of where I'm getting at,

me with an

I continued.

me to see things from another one's perspective rather than

out a

bit of a farfetched thought, and I hoped

head lowered in

turns out that my hunch was correct… and you

but as I went through the other's memories, I came to

he was Oliver

carefully looked through their memories and paid attention to every little detail in

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