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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of Octavious's memories, the orphanage was

as far as Octavious's memories led me, but that

will be arriving

"Mhm."

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

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

was no thanks to them that I

"We have arrived."

out. Coming around, he

orphanage is

similar to the way it appeared in the memories I saw. It was probably a little bit more rundown, but other than that, it was pretty

like for me to wait for

"That's okay."

I shook my head.

as if this was

can go back on

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

true, then whoever this Protector was… they weren't something that I

the orphanage; how may

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

I greeted her politely.

just wanted to take a look. You see, my

"Ah."

nun's eyes lit up, and she

that isn't

me toward

I will contact

"Thank you."

Creak―!

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

the scent of

draped in tattering black cloth and the walls were adorned with faded paintings that were no

'There it is.'

the chapel stood a familiar statue. Its marble surface

a stop, and I stared

'It looks normal.'

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

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

seem to be the

you interested

I saw an

squinted my eyes

'She seems familiar.'

was soothing, and it made me want to put my

impression that made me warier of

didn't outwardly display my wariness and merely

am indeed interested

steps forward, and curiously

seen such

"Our chapel doesn't belong to a religious branch.

"Hm?"

I cocked my head.

"That's rather interesting."

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

you say that you were interested

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

my wife and I are

"Is that so?"

nun smiled, and I found myself frowning. For some reason, it felt as though I was

and it wasn't a pleasant sensation by any stretch of the imagination. Especially ever since I reached the strength

"Is there something wrong?"

Her smile was unsettling.

someone that has no shred

head. "It's

"Hm?"

I raised my brow.

"Lie?"

"Mhm."

nun nodded her head. She then

not here