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

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

we will

"Mhm."

There were

Guild, I felt as if my life suddenly became simpler. In addition

that I was able to find the

"We have arrived."

got out. Coming around, he

orphanage is

appeared in the memories

like for me to wait for you

"That's okay."

shook my head. From the exterior, nothing

this was just

can go back on

and moved toward the chapel. Secretly, I started to

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

the orphanage; how may I be

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

I greeted her politely.

to take a look. You see,

"Ah."

nun's eyes lit up, and she

if that isn't great

led me toward the

me inside for a moment. I will contact the head nun and let you see the

"Thank you."

Creak―!

door creaked as the nun pushed it open, revealing a dark interior lit only

air was heavy with the scent of

and the walls were adorned with

'There it is.'

a familiar statue. Its marble surface was chipped and stained.

stop, and I stared at the statue from

'It looks normal.'

it from where I was, there didn't seem to be anything odd about

I'd be able to notice something since I can now control a bit of the

didn't seem to be

interested

distant voice. When I looked up, I saw an elderly nun

eyes

'She seems familiar.'

made a favorable first impression on me. Something about being in her presence was soothing, and it made me

was that sort of impression that

didn't outwardly display my

interested in the

took a few steps forward, and curiously looked at the

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

the statue next to her. "Our chapel doesn't

"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

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

and I are

"Is that so?"

it felt as though I was being seen through at

it in a very long time, and it wasn't a pleasant sensation

"Is there something wrong?"

Her smile was unsettling.

creeped out with someone that has no shred of

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

"Hm?"

I raised my brow.

"Lie?"

"Mhm."

nun nodded her head. She then gently

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