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..."

I sensed a hint of unease in his voice. Clearly, he wasn't as unaffected as he tried to play himself

suspected a thing... Everything was perfect... There should've been nothing to indicate you at all

as if to reassure himself more than

"...and yet, I did."

replied calmly, my eyes

was a certain nun that I met a

see a flicker

did she

his voice

a Protector knows the

watching as Waylan's expression

knows the name

almost to

pursing

"Indeed..."

silently mumbled to myself

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

it was supposed to be. How I thought it

I guess

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

recently,

at him, my gaze

"Yes, they have."

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

Things, however, changed recently.

because history was different. It wouldn't be surprising if some things were different... It made perfect sense if you thought about

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

straight into

there didn't

knows the

in my mind. I wasn't sure why, but I

leaned back against my

if… and I mean what if… for some

thought that perhaps, the name shift in the other world wasn't necessarily a historical

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

automatically translated how everyone was referring to him, and how I was referring

entire time I had been calling him Oliver

a matter of

"You see…"

with a complicated look. Drumming my fingers over the

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

have. It's a very nice

of my

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

me with an impassive

I continued.

me to see things from another

let out a long

bit of a farfetched thought, and I hoped I was

head lowered in

all. It turns out that my hunch

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

he

and it only dawned upon me once I carefully looked through their memories and paid attention to

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