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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able to catch a glimpse of Octavious's memories, the orphanage was

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

will be

"Mhm."

were no towering structures, and most of the homes were on the modest

what I did to the Green Paw Guild, I felt as if my life suddenly became simpler. In addition to having an

them that I

"We have arrived."

the driver got out. Coming around,

is up

It was uncannily similar to the way it appeared in the memories I saw. It was probably a little bit more rundown, but other than

like for me to wait for you

"That's okay."

distant chapel, I shook my head. From

if this was just

can leave; I can go

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

I saw in Octavious's memories was true, then whoever this Protector was… they weren't something that I could

to the orphanage; how may I be of

the one from Octavious's memories.

I greeted her politely.

wanted to take a look. You see, my wife and I have

"Ah."

up, and

that isn't

led me

me inside for a moment. I will contact the

"Thank you."

Creak―!

the nun pushed it open, revealing a dark interior lit only by the flickering

the scent of incense and

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

'There it is.'

a familiar statue. Its marble surface

and I stared at the statue

'It looks normal.'

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

able to notice something since I can now control a bit

seem to

interested in

distant voice. When I looked up, I saw

eyes

'She seems familiar.'

in her presence was soothing, and it made me want to put my faith in what she

was that sort of impression that made

I didn't outwardly display my wariness and

interested in the

forward, and curiously looked at

such a

nun smiled, caressing the statue next to her. "Our chapel doesn't belong to a religious branch. You can say that this statue does

"Hm?"

I cocked my head.

"That's rather interesting."

If they weren't worshipping

you were interested in taking

the nun's unexpected question, but recalling what I had said to the other nun at the

I are

"Is that so?"

frowning. For some reason, it felt as though I was

wasn't a pleasant sensation by any stretch of the imagination. Especially ever since

"Is there something wrong?"

Her smile was unsettling.

someone that has no shred

nun shook her head. "It's just that we don't appreciate it when

"Hm?"

I raised my brow.

"Lie?"

"Mhm."

nodded her head. She then gently caressed the

to me. You're not here for the