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..."

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

perfect... There should've been nothing to indicate you at all

himself as if to reassure himself more than

"...and yet, I did."

replied calmly, my eyes

I met a

see a

did she tell

asked, his voice

knows the

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

knows the name

almost

nodded, pursing my

"Indeed..."

to myself before looking back

honest. To me, there was nothing really wrong with your name. I called you

was how it was supposed to be. How

guess I thought

in our own

recently, haven't

up at him, my

"Yes, they have."

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

Things, however, changed recently.

wouldn't be surprising if some things were different...

no faults with it. Even after everything that I saw, I still didn't feel that there was something

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 was until I

a Protector knows the name of

I left, the nun's words kept sticking in my mind. I wasn't sure why,

leaned back

but… what if… and I mean what if… for some strange reason that I

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

it mean that from my perspective, only I would know his true

everyone was referring to him,

if the entire time I had been calling him Oliver without me

all a

"You see…"

looked at Waylan with a complicated look. Drumming my fingers over the armrest of the chair, I silently

confirmed things beforehand and was just clinging

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

one of my

that enables me to alter and see the memories of others. Judging from how you're looking at me, you seem to have an understanding

at me with an impassive look on

I continued.

to see things from another one's perspective rather than just

out a long

a farfetched thought, and I hoped I was

lowered

out I wasn't wrong after all. It turns out that my hunch was correct… and you really

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

everyone's perspective, he was Oliver

once I carefully looked through their memories and paid attention

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