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 one thing that

was as far as Octavious's memories led me, but

we will be arriving

"Mhm."

There were no towering structures, and most

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

them that I was

"We have arrived."

and the driver got out. Coming around, he opened

is

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

for me to

"That's okay."

my head. From the exterior,

this was

leave; I can go

toward the chapel. Secretly, I started

this Protector was… they weren't something

to the orphanage; how may

Octavious's memories. She seemed rather

I greeted her politely.

look. You see, my

"Ah."

up, and she

that

led me

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

"Thank you."

Creak―!

nun pushed it open, revealing a dark interior lit only

with the scent of incense and

black cloth and the walls were adorned with faded paintings that

'There it is.'

the chapel stood a familiar statue. Its marble

feet came to a stop, and I stared

'It looks normal.'

statue. Observing it from where I was, there didn't seem to be anything odd

I can now

to be

interested

looked up, I saw an elderly nun

squinted my eyes

'She seems familiar.'

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

sort of impression that

I didn't outwardly display my wariness and merely smiled

interested in

curiously looked at

many churches in my life, and I've never seen such

I'm very used to." The nun smiled, caressing the statue next to her. "Our chapel doesn't belong to a religious branch. You can say that

"Hm?"

I cocked my head.

"That's rather interesting."

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

interested

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

and I are looking to

"Is that so?"

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

wasn't a pleasant sensation by any stretch of the

"Is there something wrong?"

Her smile was unsettling.

creeped out with someone that has no shred of mana

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

"Hm?"

I raised my brow.

"Lie?"

"Mhm."

her head. She then gently caressed the

already revealed everything to me. You're not here for the children. You're here