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..."

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

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

mumbled to himself as if to reassure himself more than

"...and yet, I did."

calmly, my eyes

a little

slightly, and I could see a flicker

did she tell

his voice laced with

knows the

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

knows the name of

almost to

pursing my

"Indeed..."

to myself before looking

first, to be honest. To me, there was nothing

was how it was supposed to be. How I

guess I

our own thoughts. But then, Waylan spoke up,

have changed recently, haven't they?

up at him,

"Yes, they have."

was his name, and that was

Things, however, changed recently.

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 would there be no change when history is

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

straight into

there didn't seem to be any change, and I felt

knows the

mind. I wasn't sure why, but I

leaned back against my

was a farfetched thought, but… what if… and I mean what if… for some strange reason that I don't know…

thought that perhaps, the name

it mean that from my perspective,

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

entire time I had been calling him Oliver without

a

"You see…"

looked at Waylan with a complicated look. Drumming my

had already confirmed things

have. It's a very nice

one of my favorite

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

me with an impassive look

I continued.

from another one's perspective rather than

out

a farfetched thought, and I hoped

lowered

after all. It turns out that my hunch was

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

everyone's perspective, he was Oliver

in my 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 they were calling

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