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..."

in his voice.

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

if to

"...and yet, I did."

calmly, my eyes never leaving

met a little while back, and she told me

furrowed slightly, and I could see a flicker of confusion pass

she

his voice

the name of

watching as Waylan's expression slowly

a Protector knows the

almost

nodded, pursing

"Indeed..."

myself before

first, to be honest. To me, there was nothing really wrong with your name.

to be. How I thought it

I guess

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

recently,

at him,

"Yes, they have."

my perspective, that was his name, and that was all there was to

Things, however, changed recently.

wouldn't be surprising if some things were different... It made perfect sense if you thought about it. Why would there

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

looked straight into Waylan's

Your name was what I thought it was, there didn't seem to be any change, and I felt my suspicions die down… That

the name of another

mind. I wasn't sure why, but I felt

back against my

if… for some strange reason that I don't know… I have the power of a

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

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

automatically translated how everyone was referring to him, and

had been calling him Oliver without me

it all a

"You see…"

a complicated look. Drumming my fingers

already confirmed things beforehand

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

of my

see the memories of others. Judging from how you're looking at me,

staring at me with an impassive look on his

I continued.

allows me to see things from another one's perspective

let out a long

and I hoped I was wrong… I

lowered

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

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

he was

me once I carefully looked through their memories and paid

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