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

as Octavious's memories led me, but that

will

"Mhm."

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

my life suddenly became simpler. In addition to having an excellent information

that I was able to find the

"We have arrived."

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

is up

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

you like for me

"That's okay."

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

if this was just a regular

can leave; I can

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

memories was true, then whoever this Protector was… they weren't something that

how may I

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

I greeted her politely.

see, my wife and I have

"Ah."

nun's eyes lit up, and

that

led me toward the

me inside for a moment. I will contact the head nun and let

"Thank you."

Creak―!

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

with the

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 that were no longer discernible. There was something unsettling about the paintings, but I couldn't quite make out what

'There it is.'

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

I stared at the

'It looks normal.'

from where I was, there didn't seem to

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

didn't seem to be

interested in the

distant voice. When I looked up, I saw

my eyes at her

'She seems familiar.'

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

impression

display my wariness

interested in the

steps forward, and curiously

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

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

"Hm?"

I cocked my head.

"That's rather interesting."

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

were interested

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

and I are looking

"Is that so?"

and I found myself frowning. For some reason, it

sensation by

"Is there something wrong?"

Her smile was unsettling.

creeped out with someone that has no shred of

her head. "It's just

"Hm?"

I raised my brow.

"Lie?"

"Mhm."

head. She then gently caressed

You're not here for the