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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glimpse of Octavious's memories, the orphanage was the one

as far as Octavious's memories led

we will be

"Mhm."

There were no towering structures, and most

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

that I was able to find the

"We have arrived."

out. Coming around, he opened the

is up

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, but other than that, it was pretty much the

me to wait for you

"That's okay."

head.

if this was

leave; I can

moved toward the chapel. Secretly, I started

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

how may

from Octavious's memories. She

I greeted her politely.

You see, my wife and

"Ah."

up,

that isn't

led me toward

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

"Thank you."

Creak―!

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

heavy with the

were draped in tattering black cloth and the walls were adorned with faded

'There it is.'

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

I stared at the statue from where

'It looks normal.'

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

notice something since I can now

seem to

interested in the

a distant voice. When I looked up, I saw an

eyes at her

'She seems familiar.'

presence was soothing, and it made me want to put my faith

was that sort of impression that

I didn't outwardly display my wariness

interested in the

and curiously

and I've never seen such a statue before. I was

the statue next to her. "Our chapel doesn't belong to a religious branch. You can say

"Hm?"

I cocked my head.

"That's rather interesting."

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

say that you were interested in

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

and I are looking

"Is that so?"

it felt as though I

it in a very long time, and it wasn't a pleasant sensation by any stretch of

"Is there something wrong?"

Her smile was unsettling.

someone that has no shred of

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

"Hm?"

I raised my brow.

"Lie?"

"Mhm."

head. She then

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