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..."

I sensed a hint of unease in his voice. Clearly, he

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

as if to reassure

"...and yet, I did."

calmly, my eyes

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

and I could see a flicker of confusion pass over his

did she tell

asked, his voice laced with

Protector knows the name of another

words, watching as Waylan's expression

knows the name of

echoed, almost

nodded, pursing my

"Indeed..."

mumbled to myself before looking back

To me, there was nothing really wrong with your name. I called you that, and everyone called you

was how it was supposed to be. How

I guess

own thoughts. But then, Waylan spoke

recently,

at him, my

"Yes, they have."

my perspective, that was his name, and that was

Things, however, changed recently.

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

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 when I came

straight into Waylan's

it was, there didn't seem to be any change, and I felt my suspicions

Protector knows the name

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

leaned back against

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

thought that perhaps, the name shift

to mind, wouldn't it mean that from my

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

entire time I had been calling him Oliver

it all a matter of

"You see…"

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

already confirmed things beforehand and

a very nice skill, and it's

one of my favorite

see the memories of others. Judging from how you're looking at me, you seem to have an understanding of where I'm getting

kept staring at me with

I continued.

see things from another one's perspective rather than just

let out a long

and I hoped I was wrong…

lowered

that my hunch was correct… and you really are

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

perspective, he was Oliver

he Waylan Roshfield, and it only dawned upon me once I carefully looked through their memories and paid attention to

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