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

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

we will be

"Mhm."

There were no towering structures, and most of the homes

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

to them that I was able to

"We have arrived."

the driver got out. Coming

is

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 wait for you

"That's okay."

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

if this was just a

I can go back on

my clothes and moved toward

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

to the orphanage; how may

the one from Octavious's memories.

I greeted her politely.

to take a look. You see, my wife and

"Ah."

eyes lit up,

that

led me toward

will contact

"Thank you."

Creak―!

open, revealing a dark

with the scent of

to the dim lighting, I looked around 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,

'There it is.'

the center of the chapel stood a familiar statue. Its marble surface was chipped and stained.

came to a stop, and I stared at

'It looks normal.'

a statue. Observing it from where I

I'd be able to notice something since I can now control

didn't seem to be

interested

looked up, I saw an elderly nun making her way

squinted my eyes at

'She seems familiar.'

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

of impression that made

my wariness and

interested in

forward, and curiously looked at

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

chapel doesn't belong

"Hm?"

I cocked my head.

"That's rather interesting."

chapel was a place of worship. If they

that you were interested

question, but recalling what I had said to

my wife and I are looking

"Is that so?"

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

it wasn't a pleasant sensation by any stretch of the imagination. Especially ever

"Is there something wrong?"

Her smile was unsettling.

creeped out with someone

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

"Hm?"

I raised my brow.

"Lie?"

"Mhm."

nodded her head. She then gently

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