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 stood out to me

as Octavious's memories

we will

"Mhm."

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

what I did to the Green Paw Guild, I felt as if my life suddenly became

no thanks to them that I was

"We have arrived."

out. Coming around, he

orphanage is up

chapel off in the distance with his finger. It was uncannily similar to the way it appeared in the memories I saw. It

you like for me to

"That's okay."

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

if this

leave; I can go back

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

true, then whoever this Protector was… they

to the orphanage; how may

She was a different nun than the one from Octavious's memories. She seemed rather young,

I greeted her politely.

take a look. You see, my

"Ah."

lit up,

if that isn't great

led me toward the

will contact the head nun and

"Thank you."

Creak―!

it open, revealing a dark interior lit only by the flickering flames of a

heavy with the scent of incense

eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, I looked around to notice the pews were draped in tattering black cloth and the walls were

'There it is.'

of the chapel stood a familiar statue. Its marble

I

'It looks normal.'

a statue. Observing it from where I was, there

to notice something since I can now control

didn't seem to be

you interested in the

I looked up, I saw an elderly nun

squinted 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 to put my faith

sort of impression that made me

my wariness

am indeed interested

curiously looked at the statue while

such a statue before.

next to her. "Our chapel doesn't belong to a religious branch. You

"Hm?"

I cocked my head.

"That's rather interesting."

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

were interested in taking a child for

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

I are looking to

"Is that so?"

reason, it felt as though I was being

it in a very long time, and it wasn't a pleasant sensation by

"Is there something wrong?"

Her smile was unsettling.

I getting creeped out with someone that has no shred of

nun shook her head. "It's just that

"Hm?"

I raised my brow.

"Lie?"

"Mhm."

head. She then gently

everything to me. You're not here for