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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memories,

Octavious's memories led me, but that was

will be arriving

"Mhm."

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

Green Paw Guild, I felt as if my life suddenly became simpler. In addition

them that I

"We have arrived."

stopped, and the driver got out. Coming around, he opened

is

chapel off in the distance with his finger. It was uncannily similar to the way it appeared in the memories I saw. It was probably a little bit more rundown,

you like for me to

"That's okay."

distant chapel, I shook my head. From the exterior,

was as if this was just a regular

I can go back on my

my clothes and moved toward the chapel. Secretly, I

was true, then whoever this

to the orphanage; how may I be of

nun than the one from Octavious's memories. She

I greeted her politely.

You see, my wife and I

"Ah."

lit up,

that isn't great

led me

a moment. I will contact the head

"Thank you."

Creak―!

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

heavy with the scent of incense

were adorned with faded paintings that were no

'There it is.'

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

a stop, and I stared at the statue from where I

'It looks normal.'

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

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

didn't seem to

interested

voice. When I looked up, I saw an elderly nun making

squinted my eyes at her

'She seems familiar.'

made a favorable first impression on me. Something about being in her presence was soothing, and it made

it was that sort of impression

I didn't outwardly display my wariness and merely

indeed interested in

few steps forward, and curiously looked at

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

her. "Our chapel

"Hm?"

I cocked my head.

"That's rather interesting."

worship. If they weren't worshipping a god, what were

that you were interested in taking a child for

I had said to the other nun at the entrance, I

my wife and I

"Is that so?"

I found myself frowning. For some reason, it felt

time, and it wasn't a pleasant sensation by any stretch

"Is there something wrong?"

Her smile was unsettling.

I getting creeped out with someone that has no shred

shook her head. "It's just that we don't appreciate

"Hm?"

I raised my brow.

"Lie?"

"Mhm."

nodded her head. She then gently caressed

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