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..."

attempt at nonchalance, I sensed a hint of unease in his voice. Clearly, he wasn't

shouldn't have suspected a thing... Everything was perfect... There should've been nothing to indicate you at

himself as if to reassure himself more

"...and yet, I did."

my eyes never leaving

met a little while back, and she

furrowed slightly, and I could see a

did she tell

voice laced with

knows the name of another

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

knows the name

echoed, almost to

pursing

"Indeed..."

silently mumbled to myself before

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

it was supposed to be. How

guess I

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

things have changed recently, haven't they? You found

at him, my

"Yes, they have."

was his name, and that was all there 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

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

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

a Protector knows the name

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

back

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

I had the sudden thought that perhaps, the name shift in the other world wasn't necessarily a

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

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

the entire time I had been calling

all a matter of

"You see…"

my fingers over the armrest of

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

have. It's a very nice skill, and

of my

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

staring at me with an impassive

I continued.

see things from another one's perspective rather

out a long

bit of a farfetched thought, and I

head lowered

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

even shocked, but as I went through the other's memories, I came to

perspective, he was

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

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