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

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

will be

"Mhm."

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

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

to them that I was able to find the orphanage this

"We have arrived."

stopped, and the driver got out. Coming around, he opened the

is up

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

like for me to

"That's okay."

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

as if this

can leave; I can

his way, I fixed my clothes and moved toward the chapel. Secretly, I started to channel my

true, then whoever this

to the orphanage; how

She was a different nun than the one from Octavious's memories. She

I greeted her politely.

You see, my wife and

"Ah."

eyes lit up, and she

that isn't great

led me

contact the

"Thank you."

Creak―!

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

heavy with the scent

lighting, I looked around to notice the pews were draped in tattering black cloth and the walls were adorned with faded paintings

'There it is.'

marble surface was chipped and

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

'It looks normal.'

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

to notice something since I

seem to be the

interested in the

voice. When I looked up, I saw an elderly nun making her

squinted my eyes

'She seems familiar.'

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

impression that made me

my wariness

am indeed interested

steps forward, and curiously looked at the

and I've never seen such a statue before. I

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

"Hm?"

I cocked my head.

"That's rather interesting."

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

you say that you were interested

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

wife and I are

"Is that so?"

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

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

"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."

her head. She then gently caressed the

revealed everything to me. You're not here