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,

was as far as Octavious's memories

will

"Mhm."

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

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

them that I was able to find the orphanage

"We have arrived."

out. Coming

orphanage is up

chapel off in the distance with his finger. It was uncannily similar to the way it appeared in the memories I saw.

for me to

"That's okay."

chapel, I shook my head. From the exterior, nothing seemed amiss. It

was as if this was

I can go back on

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

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

the orphanage; how may I

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

I greeted her politely.

a look. You see, my wife and I

"Ah."

eyes lit up,

that isn't great

me toward

inside for a moment. I will contact the head nun

"Thank you."

Creak―!

nun pushed it open, revealing a dark interior lit only

with the scent of incense

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

'There it is.'

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

a stop, and I stared at the statue from

'It looks normal.'

it from where I

to notice something since I can now control a bit

to be

you interested

distant voice. When I looked up, I saw an elderly nun making her way toward

eyes

'She seems familiar.'

about being in her presence was soothing,

was that sort of impression that

outwardly display my wariness and merely smiled at

interested in the

a few steps forward, and curiously looked at the statue

my life, and I've never seen such a statue before.

statue 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."

If they

interested in taking a child for

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

my wife and I are

"Is that so?"

For some reason, it felt as though I

a pleasant sensation by any stretch

"Is there something wrong?"

Her smile was unsettling.

getting creeped out with someone that has no

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

"Hm?"

I raised my brow.

"Lie?"

"Mhm."

nun nodded her head. She

me. You're not here for