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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Octavious's memories, the orphanage was the one thing that stood out to me

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

will be arriving

"Mhm."

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

what I did to the 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 a personal

them that I was able to find the

"We have arrived."

car stopped, and the driver got out. Coming around, he opened the door

is

similar to the way it appeared in the memories I saw. It was probably a little bit

you like for me to wait for

"That's okay."

shook my head. From the exterior,

if this was just a regular

can leave; I can

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

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

to the orphanage; how may I be

the one from Octavious's memories. She seemed rather young, and

I greeted her politely.

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

"Ah."

nun's eyes lit up,

that

led me toward the

with me inside for a moment. I will contact the head nun

"Thank you."

Creak―!

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

was heavy with the scent

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 it is.'

familiar statue. Its marble surface was chipped and stained. Clearly from

stop, and I stared at the statue from

'It looks normal.'

just a statue. Observing it from where I was, there didn't seem to be anything odd about

since I can now control

to be the

interested

When I looked up, I saw an elderly nun

squinted my eyes at

'She seems familiar.'

impression on me. Something about being in her presence was soothing,

was that sort of impression that made me warier

my wariness

interested

forward, and curiously looked at the

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

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

"Hm?"

I cocked my head.

"That's rather interesting."

chapel was a place of worship. If they weren't worshipping a god, what were they

that you were interested in taking a child

what I had said to the other nun at the entrance, I

I are

"Is that so?"

it felt as though I was

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.

with someone that has

"It's

"Hm?"

I raised my brow.

"Lie?"

"Mhm."

She then

to me. You're not here for the