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

memories led me, but that

will be arriving

"Mhm."

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

Paw Guild, I felt as if my life suddenly became simpler. In addition to having an excellent information network, they also

to them that I was able to

"We have arrived."

the driver got out. Coming around, he opened the

is

was uncannily similar to the way it appeared in the memories I saw.

like for me to wait

"That's okay."

head. From the exterior, nothing seemed

this

leave; I can go back on

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

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

the orphanage; how may

from Octavious's memories. She seemed rather

I greeted her politely.

wanted to take a look. You see, my wife

"Ah."

up, and she smiled

if that

led me toward

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

"Thank you."

Creak―!

it open, revealing a dark interior lit only by the flickering flames of a few

air was heavy with the

notice the pews were draped in tattering black cloth and the walls were adorned with faded paintings that were no longer discernible. There was

'There it is.'

Its marble surface was chipped

came to a stop, and I stared

'It looks normal.'

a statue. Observing it from where I was, there didn't

I can now control a bit of the laws,

to be

interested in the

When I looked up, I saw an elderly

eyes at her

'She seems familiar.'

presence was soothing, and it made me want to put my

that sort of impression that made me warier

didn't outwardly display my wariness and merely

interested

forward, and curiously looked at the statue

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

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

"Hm?"

I cocked my head.

"That's rather interesting."

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

were interested

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

wife and I are

"Is that so?"

it felt as though I was

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.

someone that has no shred of mana in

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

"Hm?"

I raised my brow.

"Lie?"

"Mhm."

nun nodded her head. She then

to me. You're not here for the children. You're here for him, aren't