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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a glimpse of Octavious's memories, the

as Octavious's memories led me, but that was

we will

"Mhm."

There were no towering structures, and most of

as if 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

"We have arrived."

got out. Coming

is

in the memories I saw. It was probably a little bit more rundown, but other than that, it was

you like for me to wait for you

"That's okay."

my head. From the exterior, nothing seemed amiss. It

was as if this was just

I can go back on my

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

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

how may

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

I greeted her politely.

You see, my wife

"Ah."

nun's eyes lit up, and she smiled

if that isn't great

me toward

moment. I will contact the head nun and

"Thank you."

Creak―!

it open, revealing a dark

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 that were no longer discernible. There was something unsettling

'There it is.'

familiar statue. Its marble surface was chipped and stained. Clearly

I stared at the

'It looks normal.'

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

I can now control a bit of the laws,

to

interested in

I looked up, I saw an elderly

my eyes at her

'She seems familiar.'

presence was soothing, and it made me want to put my

sort of impression that made me warier of

display my wariness and merely smiled

indeed interested

curiously looked

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

chapel doesn't belong to a religious branch. You

"Hm?"

I cocked my head.

"That's rather interesting."

a place of worship. If they weren't

that you were interested

unexpected question, but recalling what I had said to

and I

"Is that so?"

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

sensation by any stretch of the imagination. Especially ever since I

"Is there something wrong?"

Her smile was unsettling.

am I getting creeped out with someone that has no shred of mana

"It's just that we don't appreciate

"Hm?"

I raised my brow.

"Lie?"

"Mhm."

She then gently

has already revealed everything to me. You're not here for the children. You're here for him, aren't