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

memories led me, but that was

will

"Mhm."

were no towering structures, and most of the homes were

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

to them that I was able to

"We have arrived."

and the driver got out. Coming around, he opened

orphanage is up

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, but other than that, it was pretty

you like for me to wait for

"That's okay."

observing the distant chapel, I shook my head. From the exterior, nothing

this was just a regular

leave; I can go back on

toward the chapel. Secretly, I started to channel

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

orphanage; how may I be of

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

I greeted her politely.

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

"Ah."

up, and she smiled

that

me toward

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

"Thank you."

Creak―!

creaked as the nun pushed it open, revealing a

with the scent of

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 make out

'There it is.'

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

stop, and I stared

'It looks normal.'

from where I was, there didn't seem to

I'd be able to notice something since I can now control

to

you interested

I

squinted my eyes

'She seems familiar.'

me. Something about being in her presence was soothing, and it made me want to put my faith in what she

sort of impression that

display my wariness and merely smiled at

am indeed interested in the

took a few steps forward, and curiously looked

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

used to." The nun smiled, caressing the statue next to her. "Our chapel doesn't

"Hm?"

I cocked my head.

"That's rather interesting."

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

you were interested

was momentarily thrown off by the nun's unexpected question, but recalling what I

and I are looking to

"Is that so?"

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

long time, and it wasn't a pleasant sensation by

"Is there something wrong?"

Her smile was unsettling.

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

her head. "It's just that we

"Hm?"

I raised my brow.

"Lie?"

"Mhm."

head. She then gently

to me. You're not here for the children.