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..."

voice. Clearly, he wasn't as

shouldn't have suspected a thing... Everything was perfect... There should've

mumbled to himself as if to reassure himself

"...and yet, I did."

my eyes never leaving

nun that I met a little while back, and she told me

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

did she

asked, his voice

Protector knows the name of

exact words, watching as Waylan's expression slowly

a Protector knows the name of another

almost

pursing my

"Indeed..."

to myself before looking back

it at first, to be honest. To me, there was nothing really wrong with your name. I called you that,

to be. How I thought it

guess I thought

sat in silence, each lost in our own thoughts.

things have changed recently, haven't they?

at him, my gaze

"Yes, they have."

name, and that was all there was

Things, however, changed recently.

different... It made perfect sense if you thought about

made sense and I had 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

straight into

came back, everything was the same as before. Your name was what I thought it was, there didn't

Protector knows the name

I wasn't sure why, but I felt

back against

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

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

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

everyone was referring

had been

a matter of

"You see…"

with a complicated look. Drumming my fingers over the armrest of the

had already confirmed things beforehand and was just clinging to the little hope that never existed,

that I have. It's a

one of my

others. Judging from how

kept staring at me with an impassive

I continued.

allows me to see things from another one's perspective

out a

a bit of a farfetched thought, and I hoped I

lowered in

after all. It turns out that my hunch was correct… and you

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

perspective, he was

through their memories and paid attention to every little detail in them. That was when I realized that they were calling him

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