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 he tried to play himself out

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

to himself as if

"...and yet, I did."

calmly, my eyes never leaving

I met a little while back, and

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

she tell

voice

knows the name of

as Waylan's expression

a Protector knows the name of another

echoed, almost to

nodded, pursing my

"Indeed..."

to myself before looking back

notice it at first, to be honest. To me, there was nothing

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

I guess I

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

changed recently, haven't they? You

looked up at him, my

"Yes, they have."

perspective, that was his name, and

Things, however, changed recently.

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

that I saw, I still didn't feel that there was

straight into

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

a Protector knows the name of another

I wasn't sure why, but I felt that those words were of extreme importance to

back

a farfetched thought, but… what if… and I mean what if… for some strange reason that I don't know… I have the

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

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

was referring to him, and how I was

time I had been calling him Oliver without

it all a matter of

"You see…"

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

was wrong, I had already confirmed things

a very nice skill, and it's

one of my favorite

from how you're looking

kept staring at me with an impassive look on his

I continued.

allows me to see things from another one's

let out a long

farfetched thought, and I hoped I was

head lowered in

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

I went through the other's memories, I

everyone's perspective, he

dawned upon me once I carefully looked through their memories and paid attention to every little detail in them. That was when I realized that they were calling

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