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

was perfect... There should've been nothing to indicate you at all

himself as if

"...and yet, I did."

replied calmly, my eyes never

certain nun that I met a little while back,

I could see a flicker of confusion pass over his

she

asked, his voice

knows the name of another

exact words, watching as Waylan's

Protector knows the name

almost to

nodded, pursing my

"Indeed..."

mumbled to myself before looking

really notice it at first, to be honest. To me, there was nothing

supposed to be.

guess I

own

have changed recently, haven't they?

up at

"Yes, they have."

that was his name, and that was all

Things, however, changed recently.

things were different... It made perfect sense if you

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

straight into Waylan's

was what I thought it was, there didn't seem to be any change, and I felt my suspicions die down… That was

Protector knows the name

in my mind. I wasn't sure why, but I felt that those words were of

back against

if… and I mean what if… for some strange reason that I

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

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

translated how everyone was referring to

the entire time I had been

all a matter

"You see…"

a complicated look. Drumming my fingers over the

had already confirmed things beforehand and was just clinging to the little hope that never

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

of my favorite

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

with an impassive look on his

I continued.

allows me to see things from another one's perspective

let out a

farfetched thought, and

head lowered

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

went through the other's

he

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

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