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

memories led me, but that

we will

"Mhm."

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

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

was no thanks to them that I

"We have arrived."

car stopped, and the driver got out. Coming around, he opened

is

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

for me to

"That's okay."

my head. From the exterior, nothing

was as if this was just a

can leave; I can go

and moved toward the chapel. Secretly, I started to channel my mana and demonic

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

how may I be of

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

I greeted her politely.

You see, my wife and I have been thinking of

"Ah."

up,

that

me toward

contact the

"Thank you."

Creak―!

as the nun pushed it open, revealing a dark

air was heavy with the scent of incense

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

'There it is.'

familiar statue. Its marble surface was chipped and stained. Clearly from the

and I stared

'It looks normal.'

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

seem to be the

you interested in

I saw an elderly nun making her way

squinted my eyes at her

'She seems familiar.'

was soothing, and it made me want

of impression that

I didn't outwardly display my wariness and merely smiled at

am indeed interested in

and curiously looked

such a statue before.

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

interested in taking a

I

I are

"Is that so?"

nun smiled, and I found myself frowning. For some reason, it

pleasant sensation by any stretch of the imagination. Especially ever since I reached the strength that I currently

"Is there something wrong?"

Her smile was unsettling.

out with someone that has no shred of

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

"Hm?"

I raised my brow.

"Lie?"

"Mhm."

nun nodded her head. She then

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