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 himself

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

to himself as if

"...and yet, I did."

calmly, my eyes never leaving

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

I could see a flicker of

did she tell

his voice laced

Protector knows the name

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

knows the name

echoed, almost

nodded, pursing my

"Indeed..."

silently mumbled to myself

didn't really notice it at first, to be honest. To me, there was nothing really wrong with your name. I called you that, and everyone

be. How I

guess I thought

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

things have changed recently, haven't they? You

up at

"Yes, they have."

name, and that was all there

Things, however, changed recently.

surprising if some things were different... It made perfect sense if you thought about it. Why would there be 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

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

knows the name

I wasn't sure why, but I felt that those words were of extreme importance to

back against my

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

thought, but thinking about Kevin… I had the sudden thought that perhaps, the name shift in the other world

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

was referring to him, and

I had been calling him Oliver without me

a matter

"You see…"

Waylan with a complicated look. Drumming my fingers over

did come here hoping that I was wrong, I had already confirmed things beforehand and

a very nice skill, and it's called Memory

of my

skill that enables me to alter and see the memories of others. Judging from how you're

me with an impassive look on

I continued.

me to see things from

out

a bit of a farfetched thought, and I hoped I was wrong… I really

head lowered in

that my hunch was correct… and you really are Oliver Roshfield in the mind of

as I went through the other's memories, I came to realize that my hunch was

perspective, he was

it only dawned upon me once I carefully looked through their memories and paid attention to every

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