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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time that I was able to catch a glimpse of Octavious's memories, the orphanage was the one thing that stood out to me the

as Octavious's memories

will be

"Mhm."

neighborhood. There were no towering structures, and most of the homes were on the modest

I felt as if my life suddenly became simpler. In addition to having an excellent information network, they

to them that I was able to find the orphanage this

"We have arrived."

got out. Coming around, he

orphanage is

it appeared in the memories

me to wait

"That's okay."

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

as if this was just a

I can go back on

and moved toward the

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

the orphanage; how may I

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

I greeted her politely.

You see,

"Ah."

up,

if that isn't

me toward the

will contact

"Thank you."

Creak―!

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

with the scent of incense and

were draped in tattering black cloth and the walls were adorned with faded paintings that were no longer discernible. There was something

'There it is.'

stood a familiar statue. Its marble surface was

a stop, and I stared

'It looks normal.'

was… just a statue. Observing it from where I was, there didn't seem to

since I can now control a bit of the

seem to be the

you interested in the

heard a distant voice. When I looked up, I saw an elderly nun making her

squinted my eyes at

'She seems familiar.'

Something about being in her presence was soothing, and it made

that sort of impression

my wariness and merely smiled at

interested

took a few steps forward, and curiously looked at

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

chapel doesn't belong to a religious branch. You can say that this statue does not depict

"Hm?"

I cocked my head.

"That's rather interesting."

they weren't worshipping a god, what were

were interested in taking a child

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

and I are looking to

"Is that so?"

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

like it in a very long time, and it wasn't a pleasant sensation by any stretch of the imagination. Especially ever since I

"Is there something wrong?"

Her smile was unsettling.

someone that has no shred of

nothing wrong." The nun shook her head. "It's just that we don't appreciate it when

"Hm?"

I raised my brow.

"Lie?"

"Mhm."

head. She then

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