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..."

unease in his voice. Clearly, he wasn't as unaffected as

should've been

as if

"...and yet, I did."

replied calmly, my eyes never leaving

I met a little while back, and she told me something

eyebrows furrowed slightly, and I could see a flicker

she

voice laced with

Protector knows the name

as Waylan's expression slowly changed, his eyes

knows the

echoed, almost

nodded, pursing my

"Indeed..."

to myself

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

be. How

I guess I

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

have changed recently, haven't they?

at him, my

"Yes, they have."

perspective, that was his name, and that

Things, however, changed recently.

it was because history 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

and I had no faults with it. Even after everything that I saw, I still didn't feel

straight

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 of another

left, the nun's words kept sticking in my mind. I wasn't sure why,

back against my

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

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

mean that from my perspective, only

was referring to him, and how I was

the entire time I had been calling him Oliver

it all a matter

"You see…"

my fingers

confirmed things beforehand

It's a very nice skill, and it's called Memory

of my

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

me with an impassive look on

I continued.

me to see things from another one's perspective rather

out a

farfetched thought, and I hoped I was

head lowered in

wrong after all. It turns out that my hunch was correct… and you really are

at first. Perhaps even shocked, but as I went through the other's memories, I came to realize

everyone's perspective, he was

upon me once I carefully looked through their memories and paid attention to every

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