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

Octavious's memories led me, but that was

will be arriving

"Mhm."

revealed a run-down neighborhood. There were no

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

that I was able

"We have arrived."

car stopped, and the driver got out. Coming around,

orphanage is

similar to the way it appeared in the memories I saw. It was probably a little bit

like for me to wait

"That's okay."

my head. From the exterior, nothing seemed amiss. It looked

as if this

can leave; I can go

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

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

how may

Octavious's memories. She seemed rather young, and

I greeted her politely.

wanted to take a look. You see, my wife and

"Ah."

lit up, and she smiled

that isn't

led me

will contact the head nun and let you see

"Thank you."

Creak―!

revealing a dark interior lit only by the

heavy with the scent

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

'There it is.'

familiar statue. Its marble surface was chipped

feet came to a stop, and I stared at the

'It looks normal.'

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

I'd be able to notice something since I

to

interested

a distant voice. When I looked up, I saw an elderly

squinted my eyes at her

'She seems familiar.'

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

impression

I didn't outwardly display my

interested in the

a few steps forward, and curiously

such a statue before. I was

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

"Hm?"

I cocked my head.

"That's rather interesting."

place of worship. If they weren't worshipping a

were interested in taking a child

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

I are looking

"Is that so?"

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

wasn't a pleasant sensation by any stretch of

"Is there something wrong?"

Her smile was unsettling.

creeped out with someone that has no

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

"Hm?"

I raised my brow.

"Lie?"

"Mhm."

her head. She then

You're not here for the children. You're