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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Octavious's memories, the orphanage was the one thing that stood out to me the

was as far as Octavious's memories led

will be arriving

"Mhm."

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

suddenly became simpler. In addition to having an excellent information network, they also provided

was no thanks to them that I was able to find the

"We have arrived."

car stopped, and the driver got out.

is up

pointed at a 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 a little bit more rundown, but other than that, it

me

"That's okay."

I shook my head.

if this was

leave; I can go back on my

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

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

how may I be of

Octavious's memories. She seemed rather young, and what particularly struck

I greeted her politely.

You see, my

"Ah."

nun's eyes lit up,

if that isn't great

led me toward the

moment. I will contact the head nun and let you

"Thank you."

Creak―!

wooden door creaked as the nun pushed it open, revealing a dark interior lit only by the flickering flames of a

air was heavy with the

adjusted to the dim 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.'

statue. Its marble surface was chipped and stained. Clearly from the wear of

a stop, and I stared at the statue from where I

'It looks normal.'

I was, there didn't seem to be anything odd about

notice something since I can now control a

didn't seem to

you interested in the

I saw an elderly nun

eyes at

'She seems familiar.'

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

that sort of impression that

outwardly display my wariness and merely smiled

am indeed interested in

forward, and curiously looked at

many churches in my life, and I've never seen such a statue before. I was just

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."

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

you were interested in

recalling what I had said to the other nun at

I are looking to

"Is that so?"

found myself frowning. For some reason, it felt as though I was being seen through

pleasant sensation

"Is there something wrong?"

Her smile was unsettling.

with someone that has no shred of mana in

The nun shook her head. "It's just that we

"Hm?"

I raised my brow.

"Lie?"

"Mhm."

nodded her head. She then gently caressed

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