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

Octavious's memories led me, but that was

will be arriving

"Mhm."

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

what I did to the Green Paw Guild, I felt as if my life suddenly became simpler. In addition to having an excellent information network, they also provided me with a

was no thanks to them that I was able

"We have arrived."

car stopped, and the driver got out.

orphanage is up

a certain chapel off in the distance with his finger. It was uncannily similar to the way it appeared in

you like for me to

"That's okay."

my head. From

was as if this was just a regular

leave; I can go back on

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

whoever this Protector was… they weren't something that

orphanage; how

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

I greeted her politely.

take a look. You see, my

"Ah."

eyes lit up, and she smiled

if that isn't

led me toward the

moment. I will contact the head nun and

"Thank you."

Creak―!

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

with the scent of

the walls were adorned with faded paintings that were no longer discernible. There was something unsettling about the paintings, but I couldn't quite make out what

'There it is.'

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

came to a stop, and I

'It looks normal.'

from where I was, there didn't seem

notice something since I can now control a

seem to

interested in the

a distant voice. When I looked up, I

eyes at

'She seems familiar.'

soothing, and it made me want to

of impression

I didn't outwardly display my wariness and

interested in the

a few steps forward, and curiously looked

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

to." The nun smiled, caressing the statue next to her. "Our chapel doesn't belong to a religious branch. You can say that this statue does

"Hm?"

I cocked my head.

"That's rather interesting."

chapel was a place of worship. If they weren't worshipping

were interested

question, but recalling what I had said to the other nun at the entrance, I nodded my

my wife and I are

"Is that so?"

myself frowning. For some reason, it felt

like it in a very long time, and it wasn't a pleasant sensation

"Is there something wrong?"

Her smile was unsettling.

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

head. "It's just that we

"Hm?"

I raised my brow.

"Lie?"

"Mhm."

She then gently

You're not here for the children. You're here for him,