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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glimpse of Octavious's memories, the orphanage was the one thing that

memories led me, but

will be

"Mhm."

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

them that I was able to find the

"We have arrived."

the driver got out. Coming around, he opened the

is up

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

for me to wait for you

"That's okay."

distant chapel, I shook my head. From the exterior, nothing

was as if this was just

can

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

memories was true, then whoever this Protector was… they weren't something

how may I

from Octavious's

I greeted her politely.

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

"Ah."

up, and

if that

led me toward the

moment. I will contact the head nun and let

"Thank you."

Creak―!

open, revealing a dark interior lit only by the

heavy with the scent of incense and

pews were draped in tattering black cloth and the walls were adorned with faded paintings that were

'There it is.'

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

and I stared at

'It looks normal.'

just a statue. Observing it from where I

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

seem to be

interested in the

looked up, I saw an elderly nun

squinted my eyes at her

'She seems familiar.'

Something about being in her presence was soothing, and it

of impression that made

my wariness and merely smiled at

interested

few steps forward, and curiously looked at the statue while pinching my

never seen such a statue before. I

The nun smiled, caressing the statue next to her. "Our chapel doesn't

"Hm?"

I cocked my head.

"That's rather interesting."

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

that you were interested in taking

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

and I are looking

"Is that so?"

it felt as though I was being

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

"Is there something wrong?"

Her smile was unsettling.

am I getting creeped out with someone

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

"Hm?"

I raised my brow.

"Lie?"

"Mhm."

She then gently caressed the

has already revealed everything to me. You're not here for the children. You're here for him, aren't