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

as far as Octavious's memories

we will be

"Mhm."

run-down neighborhood. There were no towering structures, and most of the homes were on

felt as if my life suddenly became simpler. In addition to having

no thanks to them that I was able to find the

"We have arrived."

got out. Coming around,

is up

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 much

me to wait for

"That's okay."

chapel, I shook my head. From

was as if this was

leave; I can go back on my

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

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

orphanage; how may I

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

I greeted her politely.

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

"Ah."

lit up,

if that isn't great

me toward the

I will contact the head

"Thank you."

Creak―!

wooden door creaked as the nun pushed it open, revealing a dark interior lit only by the flickering flames

was heavy with the

the dim lighting, I looked around to notice the pews were draped in tattering black cloth and the walls were adorned with faded paintings that were no

'There it is.'

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

I stared at the

'It looks normal.'

it from where I was, there didn't seem

something since I can now control

didn't seem to be

interested in

voice. When I looked up, I saw an elderly

my eyes at

'She seems familiar.'

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

of impression that made me warier of

I didn't outwardly display my wariness

am indeed interested in the

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 who the statue

next to her. "Our chapel doesn't belong to a religious

"Hm?"

I cocked my head.

"That's rather interesting."

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

interested in

question, but recalling what I had said to the other nun at the entrance,

I are

"Is that so?"

found myself frowning. For some reason, it felt as though I was being seen through at this

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

"Is there something wrong?"

Her smile was unsettling.

out with someone

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

"Hm?"

I raised my brow.

"Lie?"

"Mhm."

nodded her head. She then gently caressed

here for the children. You're