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 as unaffected as he tried to play himself

suspected a thing... Everything was perfect... There should've

mumbled to himself as if

"...and yet, I did."

replied calmly, my eyes

nun that I met a little while back, and

eyebrows furrowed slightly, and I could see a flicker of

she tell

his voice laced

Protector knows the name

watching as Waylan's expression slowly changed, his eyes widening

the

almost

nodded, pursing my

"Indeed..."

to myself before looking

didn't really notice it at first, to be honest. To me, there was nothing

was supposed to be. How I thought

I guess

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

things have changed recently, haven't they? You found

up at him, my

"Yes, they have."

his name, and

Things, however, changed recently.

were different... It made perfect sense if you thought about it. Why would there be no change when history is the

saw, I still didn't feel

straight into

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

the name

mind. I wasn't sure why, but I

leaned back against my

if… for some strange reason that I don't

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

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

everyone was referring to him, and

entire time I had been calling him Oliver

a matter

"You see…"

looked at Waylan with a complicated look. Drumming my fingers over the armrest of the chair, I silently

had already confirmed things beforehand and was

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

of my

see the memories of others. Judging from how you're looking at me, you seem to

me with an impassive look on

I continued.

see things from another one's

let out a

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

head lowered

my hunch was correct… and you really are

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

perspective, he was Oliver

Waylan Roshfield, and it only dawned upon me once I carefully looked through their memories

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