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 attempt at nonchalance, I sensed a hint of unease in his voice. Clearly, he wasn't as unaffected

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

if to

"...and yet, I did."

replied calmly, my eyes

I met a little while back, and she told me

and I could see a flicker of confusion pass over his

she tell

asked, his voice laced with

Protector knows the name of another

exact words, watching as Waylan's expression slowly changed, his

knows the name of

echoed, almost to

pursing

"Indeed..."

myself before

to be honest. To me, there was nothing really wrong with your

it was supposed to be. How I thought it was supposed

I guess I thought

own thoughts. But then,

things have changed recently,

at

"Yes, they have."

his name, and that was all there was to

Things, however, changed recently.

first I thought 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

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

looked straight into

it was, there didn't

a Protector knows the name of

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

back against my

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

that perhaps, the

mean that from my perspective, only I would

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

time I had been calling him Oliver without me

it all a matter

"You see…"

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

had already confirmed things beforehand

this skill that I have. It's a very nice

of

from how you're looking at me, you seem

me with an impassive look

I continued.

me to see things from another

out a long

and I hoped I

head lowered in

It turns out that my hunch was correct… and you really are Oliver Roshfield in the

at first. Perhaps even shocked, but as I went through the

everyone's perspective, he was Oliver

carefully looked through their memories and paid attention to

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