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..."

voice.

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

to himself as if

"...and yet, I did."

my eyes

was a certain nun that I met a little while back,

could see a flicker

she

asked, his voice laced with

knows the name of another

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

the name of

echoed, almost

pursing

"Indeed..."

silently mumbled to myself before

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

it was supposed to be. How I thought it

guess I thought

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

changed recently, haven't they?

looked up at him, my gaze

"Yes, they have."

his name, and

Things, however, changed recently.

were different... It made perfect sense

faults with it. Even after everything that I saw, I still didn't feel that there was something wrong with your name… the

straight into Waylan's

was the same as before. Your name was what I thought it was, there didn't seem to be any change, and I felt

a Protector knows the name

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

leaned back

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

that perhaps, the name shift in the other world

wouldn't it mean that from my perspective, only I would know his true

referring to him,

had been calling him Oliver without

it all a matter of

"You see…"

with a complicated look. Drumming my fingers over the armrest of the chair, I silently

I was wrong, I had already confirmed things beforehand and

have. It's a very nice skill,

one of my

me to alter and see the memories of others. Judging from how you're looking at

kept staring at me with an impassive look

I continued.

see things from another one's perspective rather than

let out a long

of a farfetched thought, and I

lowered in

my hunch was correct… and you really are Oliver Roshfield in

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

perspective, he was

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

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