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

a thing... Everything was perfect... There should've been nothing

himself as if to reassure himself more than

"...and yet, I did."

calmly, my

nun that I met a little while back, and she

eyebrows furrowed slightly, and I could see a

she

his voice

a Protector knows the name of another

her exact words, watching as Waylan's

Protector knows the name of

echoed, almost

nodded, pursing

"Indeed..."

to myself before looking

To me, there was nothing really wrong

to be. How I thought it was supposed to

I guess

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

recently, haven't they?

up at him, my gaze

"Yes, they have."

name, and that was all there was to

Things, however, changed recently.

different... It made perfect sense if you thought about

and I had no faults with it. Even after everything that I saw, I still didn't feel that there was something wrong with your name… the same was for when

looked straight into Waylan's

was the same as before. Your name was what I thought it was, there

knows the

kept sticking in my mind. I wasn't sure why, but I felt that those words were of extreme importance to

leaned back against my

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

had the sudden thought that perhaps, the name shift in the

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

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

entire time I had been calling

a

"You see…"

my fingers over the armrest of the chair,

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

It's a very nice skill, and

of

how you're looking at me, you seem to

with an impassive look on his

I continued.

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

out a

farfetched thought, and I hoped I was wrong…

lowered in

it turns out I wasn't wrong after all. It turns out that my hunch was correct… and

as I went through the other's memories, I came to realize that my

perspective, he was Oliver

perspective was 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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