The Author's POV

'I'm sure I heard Oliver… Did I hear wrongly?'

I didn't think so.

"Eh, my dad's been kind of busy lately. I haven't even seen him around these past few days."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah, but it's not like it rarely happens. It's been like this since I last remember… I'm sure you understand me."

"Yeah."

"Ehm…"

I interrupted the conversation between the two. Scratching the side of my cheek, I altered my gaze between Amanda and Emma before finally settling on Emma.

"What did you say that your father's name was?"

Emma looked at me strangely.

"You don't know who my father is… ?" She paused and furrowed her brows. "No, never mind. It's not like he's some sort of big shot celebrity. Why should I expect everyone to know his name?"

"His name is Oliver."

Amanda answered for her, and I found myself blinking several times again.

"Oliver?"

"Yes."

Only after Amanda confirmed it once more was I finally convinced that I didn't hear incorrectly.

'Oliver? Why is his name different?'

This wasn't the name that I knew of.

I looked at Emma.

"By chance, do you know of anyone that goes by the name Waylan?"

Perhaps he was still called Waylan, but went by a different name in front of people? It wasn't impossible.

…Or so I thought.

"Waylan? No, I've never heard of him before."

Emma looked at Amanda.

"Do you know what he's talking about?"

"No."

"I see."

I had no choice but to give up when I saw that neither of the two knew who Waylan was.

'I guess it makes sense in some way.'

Even though everyone I interacted with in this world had the same name as the ones in my world, it wasn't impossible for some others to have names that were different.

After all, this was a different world, and its history was completely different. The fact that their names were the same was the odd part.

'Well, whatever.'

I shrugged the thought off. It didn't seem like a big deal.

Ding―!

Right then, I received a notification on my watch. I smiled when I looked at it.

'They're faster than I expected.'

[Ashton City Community Orphanage―Middlestone Street 56.

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that I was able to catch a glimpse of Octavious's memories, the orphanage was the one thing that stood out

was as far as Octavious's memories led me, but that was

we will be

"Mhm."

were no towering structures, and most of

life suddenly became simpler. In addition to having an excellent information network, they also provided me

I

"We have arrived."

car stopped, and the driver got out.

is

appeared in the memories I saw.

me to wait

"That's okay."

calmly observing the distant chapel, I shook my head.

this

can go back

the driver on his way, I fixed my clothes and moved toward the chapel. Secretly, I started to channel my

then whoever this Protector was… they weren't something that I could

to the orphanage; how may I

a different nun than the one from Octavious's memories. She seemed rather

I greeted her politely.

see, my wife and

"Ah."

eyes lit up, and

if that isn't

me toward

contact the head nun and

"Thank you."

Creak―!

it open, revealing a dark

was heavy with the scent of incense and

dim lighting, I looked around to notice the pews were draped in tattering black cloth and the walls were adorned with faded paintings that were no longer discernible. There was something unsettling about the paintings, but I couldn't quite make out

'There it is.'

statue. Its marble surface was chipped and stained. Clearly

a stop, and I

'It looks normal.'

statue was… just a statue. Observing it from where I was, there didn't seem

able to notice something since I can now control a bit

seem to be

interested

a distant voice. When I looked up, I saw

my eyes at

'She seems familiar.'

about being in her presence was soothing, and it made me

sort of impression that made

outwardly display my wariness and

interested

few steps forward, and curiously looked at the statue while

churches in my life, and I've never seen such a statue

next to her. "Our chapel doesn't belong to a religious branch. You can say that this statue does not depict

"Hm?"

I cocked my head.

"That's rather interesting."

of worship. If they weren't worshipping a

you say that you were interested in taking a

momentarily thrown off by the nun's unexpected question, but recalling what I had said

I are looking

"Is that so?"

I found myself frowning. For some reason, it felt as though I was being seen through at

very long time, and it wasn't a pleasant sensation by any stretch of

"Is there something wrong?"

Her smile was unsettling.

getting creeped out with someone that has

"It's just that we don't appreciate it when someone

"Hm?"

I raised my brow.

"Lie?"

"Mhm."

nodded her head. She then gently caressed

has already revealed everything to me. You're not here for the children. You're here