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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the time that I was able to catch a glimpse of Octavious's memories, the orphanage was the

Octavious's memories led me, but that

will be arriving

"Mhm."

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

my life suddenly became simpler. In addition to having an excellent information network, they also provided me with a personal

that I was able to find the

"We have arrived."

got out. Coming around, he

is up

it appeared in the memories I saw. It was probably

for me to wait for you

"That's okay."

distant chapel, I shook my head. From the exterior,

if this

can leave; I can go back on my

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

then whoever this Protector was… they weren't something that I

to the orphanage; how may

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

I greeted her politely.

You see, my wife and I

"Ah."

nun's eyes lit up,

that isn't great

led me

a moment. I will contact the head nun and let you

"Thank you."

Creak―!

revealing a dark interior

the scent of incense and

tattering black cloth and the walls were adorned with faded paintings that were no

'There it is.'

stood a familiar statue. Its marble surface was chipped and

and I stared at the

'It looks normal.'

statue was… just a statue. Observing it from where I was,

able to notice something since I can now control a bit

to be

you interested

distant voice. When I looked up, I

eyes at

'She seems familiar.'

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

it was that sort of impression that

outwardly display my

am indeed interested in the

took a few steps forward, and curiously looked at the statue while pinching my

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

statue next to her. "Our chapel doesn't belong to a religious branch. You can say that

"Hm?"

I cocked my head.

"That's rather interesting."

of worship. If they

that you were interested in taking a

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

and I

"Is that so?"

For some reason, it felt as though I was being seen

time, and it wasn't a pleasant sensation by any stretch of the imagination. Especially ever since I reached

"Is there something wrong?"

Her smile was unsettling.

with someone that

head. "It's just that

"Hm?"

I raised my brow.

"Lie?"

"Mhm."

her head. She

has already revealed everything to me. You're not here