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

Octavious's memories led

will be arriving

"Mhm."

run-down neighborhood. There were no towering structures,

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

thanks to them that I was able to find the

"We have arrived."

and the driver got out. Coming around,

orphanage is

pointed at a certain chapel off in the distance with his finger. 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 that, it was pretty

you like for me to

"That's okay."

I shook my head. From the

this was

can leave; I can go back

driver on his way, I fixed my clothes and moved toward

saw in Octavious's memories was true, then whoever this Protector was…

how

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

I greeted her politely.

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

"Ah."

up, and she

if that isn't great

led me toward

a moment. I will contact the head

"Thank you."

Creak―!

revealing a dark interior lit only

air was heavy with the

and the walls were adorned with faded paintings that were no longer discernible. There was something unsettling about the paintings, but I couldn't quite make out what it

'There it is.'

a familiar statue. Its marble

a stop, and I stared

'It looks normal.'

was… just a statue. Observing it from where I was, there

something since I can now control a bit of

didn't seem to be the

you interested in

looked up, I saw an elderly nun making

squinted my eyes at her

'She seems familiar.'

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

it was that sort of impression that made me warier

I didn't outwardly display my wariness

am indeed interested in the

steps forward, and curiously looked at the

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

chapel doesn't belong

"Hm?"

I cocked my head.

"That's rather interesting."

chapel was a place of worship. If they weren't worshipping

were interested in taking

what I had said

I are

"Is that so?"

smiled, and I found myself frowning. For some reason, it felt as though

hadn't experienced anything like it in a very long time, and it wasn't a pleasant sensation by any stretch of the imagination. Especially ever since I reached the strength that I

"Is there something wrong?"

Her smile was unsettling.

getting creeped out with someone that has no shred of

"It's just that we don't appreciate it

"Hm?"

I raised my brow.

"Lie?"

"Mhm."

She then

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