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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to catch a glimpse of Octavious's memories, the orphanage was the one thing

Octavious's memories led me, but

will be arriving

"Mhm."

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

did to the Green Paw Guild, I felt as if my life suddenly became simpler. In addition to having

was no thanks to them that I was

"We have arrived."

got out. Coming around,

orphanage is up

to the way it appeared in

for me

"That's okay."

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

was as if this was

can go back

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

true, then whoever this Protector was… they

orphanage; how may I be of

one from Octavious's memories.

I greeted her politely.

just wanted to take a look. You see, my

"Ah."

lit up, and she

that isn't great

led me toward

a moment. I will contact the head nun and let you

"Thank you."

Creak―!

a dark interior

the scent of incense and

my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, I looked around to notice the pews were draped in tattering black cloth and the walls were adorned

'There it is.'

marble surface was chipped and

feet came to a stop, and I stared at the statue from where I

'It looks normal.'

I was, there didn't seem to

since I can now control a bit of the

seem to be the

you interested

looked up, I saw an elderly nun making

my eyes

'She seems familiar.'

was soothing, and it made me want to put my faith in

of impression that made me

my wariness

indeed interested

steps forward, and curiously looked at the statue while pinching

and I've never seen such a statue before. I was just wondering who

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

"Hm?"

I cocked my head.

"That's rather interesting."

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

say that you were interested in taking a child for

by the nun's unexpected question, but recalling what I had

I

"Is that so?"

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

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

"Is there something wrong?"

Her smile was unsettling.

out with someone that has no

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

"Hm?"

I raised my brow.

"Lie?"

"Mhm."

head. She then gently caressed

me. You're not here