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..."

sensed a hint of unease in his voice. Clearly, he wasn't as

thing... Everything was perfect... There should've been nothing to indicate you

to himself as if to reassure himself

"...and yet, I did."

my eyes never

certain nun that I met a little while back, and she

eyebrows furrowed slightly, and I could see a flicker

she

his voice laced

a Protector knows the name of another

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

the name

echoed, almost

nodded, pursing

"Indeed..."

to myself before looking

was nothing

how it was supposed to be. How I

guess I thought

lost in our own thoughts. But then, Waylan

changed recently, haven't they? You

up at

"Yes, they have."

that was his name, and that was all

Things, however, changed recently.

surprising if some things were different... It made perfect

everything that I saw, I still didn't feel that there was something wrong with your

looked straight into

Your name was what I thought it was, there didn't seem to be any

Protector knows the

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

leaned back against

thought, but… what if… and I mean what if… for some strange reason that

thought, but thinking about Kevin… I had the sudden thought that perhaps, the name shift in the other world wasn't necessarily

words to mind, wouldn't it mean that from my perspective, only I would know

everyone was referring to him, and how I was referring

time I had been calling him Oliver without

all a matter

"You see…"

a complicated look. Drumming my fingers over the armrest

that I was wrong, I had already confirmed things beforehand and was just clinging to the little hope that

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

of my favorite

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

me with an impassive look on

I continued.

to see things from another one's perspective rather

out

bit of a farfetched thought, and I hoped I

lowered in

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

first. Perhaps even shocked, but as I went through

everyone's perspective, he was

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

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