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

was as far as Octavious's memories

will be

"Mhm."

of the car revealed a run-down neighborhood. There were no towering structures, and

Green Paw Guild, I felt as if my life suddenly became simpler. In addition to having an excellent information network, they also provided me with

that I was

"We have arrived."

car stopped, and the driver got out. Coming around,

orphanage is up

the way it appeared in the memories I saw. It was

like for me to

"That's okay."

my head.

if this was just a regular

can leave; I can go back on

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

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

how may I be

nun. She was a different nun than the one from Octavious's memories. She seemed rather young, and

I greeted her politely.

You see,

"Ah."

nun's eyes lit up, and she smiled

if that

led me toward

I will contact the head nun and let you see the

"Thank you."

Creak―!

a dark interior lit only by the flickering flames of

with the

cloth and the walls were adorned with faded paintings that were

'There it is.'

the center of the chapel stood a familiar statue. Its marble surface was chipped

I stared at

'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 of the

to be

interested

a distant voice. When I looked up, I saw an elderly nun making her way

eyes at her

'She seems familiar.'

presence was soothing, and it made me want

was that sort of impression that

didn't outwardly display my wariness and merely smiled

am indeed interested

forward, and curiously

to many churches in my life, and I've never seen such a statue before. I was just wondering who the statue is

to her. "Our chapel doesn't belong

"Hm?"

I cocked my head.

"That's rather interesting."

of worship. If they

interested in taking a child for

what I had said to the other

I

"Is that so?"

For some reason, it felt as though I was being seen through at this very

experienced anything like it in a very long time, and it wasn't a pleasant sensation by any stretch

"Is there something wrong?"

Her smile was unsettling.

am I getting creeped out with someone that has no

"It's just that

"Hm?"

I raised my brow.

"Lie?"

"Mhm."

head. She then gently caressed

You're not here for the children. You're here