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

memories led me,

we will

"Mhm."

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

felt as if my life suddenly became simpler. In addition to having an excellent

no thanks to them that I was able to find the orphanage

"We have arrived."

driver got out. Coming

orphanage is

the distance with his finger. It was uncannily similar to the way it appeared in the memories

you like for me to wait for you

"That's okay."

distant chapel, I shook my head.

this

leave; I can go

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

was true, then whoever this Protector was… they

orphanage; how may I be of

the one from Octavious's memories. She seemed rather young,

I greeted her politely.

wanted to take a look. You see, my wife

"Ah."

eyes lit up, and she smiled

if that isn't

led me toward the

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

"Thank you."

Creak―!

a dark interior lit only by the flickering flames

with the scent of

eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, I looked around to notice the pews were draped in tattering black cloth 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

'There it is.'

marble surface was chipped and stained.

and I stared at the statue from

'It looks normal.'

just a statue. Observing it from where I was, there

to notice something since I can now control a bit of

seem to be

you interested

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

eyes

'She seems familiar.'

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

of impression that made me warier of

didn't outwardly display my wariness and merely smiled

am indeed interested in

forward, and curiously looked

seen such a statue before. I was just wondering

to her. "Our chapel doesn't belong to a religious branch. You can say that this statue does not depict a

"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 in taking a

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

and I

"Is that so?"

it felt

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

"Is there something wrong?"

Her smile was unsettling.

I getting creeped out with someone that has

head. "It's just that we don't appreciate it when

"Hm?"

I raised my brow.

"Lie?"

"Mhm."

She

You're not here for the children.