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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catch a glimpse of Octavious's memories, the orphanage was the one thing that stood out to me the

was as far as Octavious's memories

will be

"Mhm."

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

Guild, I felt as if my life suddenly became simpler. In addition to having an excellent

I

"We have arrived."

got out. Coming around,

orphanage is up

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,

you like for me to wait for you

"That's okay."

calmly observing the distant chapel, I shook my head.

if this

I can go back on

and moved toward the chapel. Secretly,

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

to the orphanage; how may

one from Octavious's memories. She seemed rather young, and what particularly struck me were her deep

I greeted her politely.

You see, my wife and I have

"Ah."

lit up, and she

that isn't

me

me inside for a moment. I will contact the head nun

"Thank you."

Creak―!

revealing a dark interior lit only by the flickering flames

heavy with the

black cloth and the walls were adorned with

'There it is.'

chapel stood a familiar statue. Its marble surface was chipped and stained. Clearly from the wear of

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

'It looks normal.'

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

I'd be able to notice something since I can now control a bit of the

didn't seem to be the

you interested

I saw an elderly nun making her

my eyes at

'She seems familiar.'

her presence was soothing, and it made me want to

that sort of impression

display my wariness

interested in the

steps forward, and curiously looked

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

next to her. "Our chapel doesn't belong to a religious branch. You can say that this statue does not depict a

"Hm?"

I cocked my head.

"That's rather interesting."

worship. If they weren't worshipping a

say that you were interested in taking a child

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

I are looking

"Is that so?"

For some reason, it felt as

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

"Is there something wrong?"

Her smile was unsettling.

getting creeped out with someone that has no

wrong." The nun shook her head. "It's just

"Hm?"

I raised my brow.

"Lie?"

"Mhm."

nun nodded her head. She

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