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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glimpse of Octavious's memories, the orphanage was the one thing that

memories led me, but that was

will be arriving

"Mhm."

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

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

to them that I was able to find the

"We have arrived."

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

is

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

me

"That's okay."

calmly observing the distant chapel, I shook my head. From the exterior, nothing

was as if this was just a

can leave; I can go back on my

way, I fixed my clothes and moved toward the chapel. Secretly, I

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

the orphanage; how may I be

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

I greeted her politely.

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

"Ah."

eyes lit up, and

that isn't

led me toward the

I will contact the

"Thank you."

Creak―!

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

the scent of

to notice the pews were draped in tattering black cloth and the walls were adorned with faded paintings

'There it is.'

stood a familiar statue. Its marble surface was chipped and stained. Clearly

stop, and I stared at the statue

'It looks normal.'

I was, there didn't seem to be

something since I

didn't seem to be

interested in the

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

my eyes at

'She seems familiar.'

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

sort of impression that made

my wariness and merely smiled at

indeed interested

a few steps forward, and curiously looked

to many churches in my life, and I've never seen such a

very used to." The nun smiled, caressing the statue next to her. "Our chapel doesn't belong

"Hm?"

I cocked my head.

"That's rather interesting."

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

say that you were interested in taking a

recalling what I

and I

"Is that so?"

For some reason, it felt as though

and it wasn't a pleasant sensation by any stretch

"Is there something wrong?"

Her smile was unsettling.

I getting creeped out with someone that has

nothing wrong." The nun shook her head. "It's just that we don't

"Hm?"

I raised my brow.

"Lie?"

"Mhm."

nun nodded her head. She then gently caressed the

not here for the children. You're here for him, aren't