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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memories, the orphanage was the one thing that stood out to me

far as Octavious's memories led me, but that

will be arriving

"Mhm."

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

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

no thanks to them that I was able to find the

"We have arrived."

driver got out. Coming around, he opened the

is up

way it appeared in the memories I saw.

for me

"That's okay."

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

was as if this

I can go back

and moved toward the chapel. Secretly, I

I saw in Octavious's memories was true, then whoever this Protector was… they weren't something that I could

the orphanage; how may I be

the one from Octavious's memories.

I greeted her politely.

to take a look. You see, my wife and I have been thinking

"Ah."

up, and

if that isn't great

me

I will contact the

"Thank you."

Creak―!

creaked as the nun pushed it open, revealing a dark interior lit

with the

to notice the 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 paintings, but

'There it is.'

marble surface was

stop, and I stared at

'It looks normal.'

it from where I was, there didn't

be able to notice something since I can now

seem to be

you interested in

I looked up, I saw

my eyes at

'She seems familiar.'

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

sort of impression that

my wariness and merely

indeed interested in the

and curiously looked at the statue while

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 this

"Hm?"

I cocked my head.

"That's rather interesting."

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

say that you were interested in taking a child for

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

I

"Is that so?"

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

a very long time, and it wasn't a pleasant sensation by any stretch of

"Is there something wrong?"

Her smile was unsettling.

creeped out with someone that has

nun shook her head. "It's just that

"Hm?"

I raised my brow.

"Lie?"

"Mhm."

She then gently caressed

here for the children.