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

far as Octavious's memories led me, but

will

"Mhm."

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

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

them that I was

"We have arrived."

the driver got out. Coming around, he

is up

the way it appeared in the memories I saw. It was probably

like for me to wait for

"That's okay."

my head. From the exterior, nothing

was as if this was just a regular

leave; I can

the driver on his way, I fixed my clothes and moved toward the

true, then whoever this Protector was…

orphanage; how may I be

the one from Octavious's

I greeted her politely.

wanted to take a look. You see, my wife and I have been

"Ah."

lit up, and she

that isn't

me toward

a moment. I will contact the head nun and let you see the

"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

the scent

black cloth and the walls were adorned with faded paintings that were no longer discernible. There was something unsettling about

'There it is.'

center of the chapel stood a familiar statue. Its marble

came to a stop, and I stared at the statue from

'It looks normal.'

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

since I can now control a bit of the laws,

didn't seem to be

you interested in

voice. When I looked up, I

my eyes

'She seems familiar.'

in her presence was soothing, and it made me

that sort of impression that made me warier

I didn't outwardly display my wariness

interested in

forward, and curiously

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

her. "Our chapel doesn't belong to a religious branch. You can say that

"Hm?"

I cocked my head.

"That's rather interesting."

worship. If they weren't

you were interested in taking

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

wife and I are looking

"Is that so?"

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

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

"Is there something wrong?"

Her smile was unsettling.

I getting creeped out with someone that has no shred of

"It's just that we don't appreciate

"Hm?"

I raised my brow.

"Lie?"

"Mhm."

head. She then gently caressed the

everything to me. You're not here for the