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,

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

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 told me something

furrowed slightly, and I could see a flicker of

did she

his voice

the name

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

the name

echoed, almost

pursing my

"Indeed..."

myself before looking back at

didn't really notice it at first, to be honest. To me, there was nothing really

how it was supposed to be. How I thought it was supposed to

I guess I thought

own thoughts. But then,

changed recently,

up at

"Yes, they have."

was his name, and that was all there was

Things, however, changed recently.

funny, at first I 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

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

looked straight into

everything was the same as before. Your name was what I thought it was, there didn't seem to be any change, and I felt my suspicions die down… That was until I remembered

a Protector knows the

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

leaned back

and I mean what if… for some strange

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

took the nun's words to mind, wouldn't it mean that from my perspective, only I would know his true

how everyone was referring to

had been calling him Oliver without me

a matter

"You see…"

looked at Waylan with a complicated look. Drumming my fingers over the armrest

confirmed things beforehand and was just clinging to the little hope

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

of my

memories of others. Judging from how you're looking at

kept staring at me with

I continued.

to see things from another one's perspective rather than

let out

of a farfetched thought, and I

head lowered in

It turns out that my

Perhaps even shocked, but as I went through the other's memories, I came to realize that my

he was

carefully looked through their memories and paid attention to every little detail

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