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

far as Octavious's memories led me, but that

we will

"Mhm."

neighborhood. There were

the Green Paw Guild, I felt as if my life suddenly became simpler. In addition to having an excellent information network, they also provided me with

I was able to find the

"We have arrived."

got out. Coming around, he opened the door for

is

was uncannily similar to the way it appeared in the memories I saw.

for me

"That's okay."

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

this was just

can go back on my

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

in Octavious's memories was true, then whoever this Protector

the orphanage; how

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

I greeted her politely.

see,

"Ah."

nun's eyes lit up, and she

that

led me toward

contact the head

"Thank you."

Creak―!

open, revealing a dark interior lit

heavy with the scent of

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

'There it is.'

familiar statue. Its marble surface was chipped and stained.

to a stop, and I stared at the statue from

'It looks normal.'

from where I was, there didn't seem to

be able to notice something since I can now control a bit of the

didn't seem to be the

you interested

looked up, I saw an elderly nun making

eyes

'She seems familiar.'

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

it was that sort of impression that made me

my wariness and merely smiled

indeed interested in the

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

never seen such a statue before. I was just wondering who the statue

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

"Hm?"

I cocked my head.

"That's rather interesting."

they weren't

that you were interested in

unexpected question, but recalling what I had said to the other nun at

and I are looking

"Is that so?"

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

time, and it wasn't a pleasant sensation by

"Is there something wrong?"

Her smile was unsettling.

out with someone that has no

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

"Hm?"

I raised my brow.

"Lie?"

"Mhm."

head. She then gently

to me. You're not here for