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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Octavious's memories, the orphanage was the one

as far as Octavious's memories

will be arriving

"Mhm."

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

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

to them that I

"We have arrived."

out. Coming around, he opened the

is

pointed at a certain chapel off in 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

"That's okay."

chapel, I shook my head. From the exterior, nothing seemed amiss. It looked perfectly

as if this was just a regular

can go

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

was true, then whoever this Protector was…

the orphanage; how may I

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

I greeted her politely.

take a look. You see, my wife and I have

"Ah."

eyes lit up, and

that isn't great

led me toward the

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

"Thank you."

Creak―!

nun pushed it open, revealing a dark interior lit only by the

with the scent of incense

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

'There it is.'

marble surface was chipped and

to a stop, and I stared at the statue from

'It looks normal.'

Observing it from where I

to notice something since I can now control

didn't seem to

interested in the

heard a distant voice. When I looked up, I saw an elderly nun making her

eyes

'She seems familiar.'

made a favorable first impression on me. Something about being in her presence was soothing, and it made me want to put my faith in

was that sort of impression that made me warier of

display my wariness and merely smiled

am indeed interested in

forward, and curiously looked at the statue while

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

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

"Hm?"

I cocked my head.

"That's rather interesting."

they weren't worshipping a god,

were interested in

the nun's unexpected question, but recalling what I had said to

and I are looking

"Is that so?"

it felt as though I

experienced anything like it in a very long time, and it 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

wrong." The nun shook her head. "It's just that we don't appreciate it when

"Hm?"

I raised my brow.

"Lie?"

"Mhm."

nun nodded her head. She then gently caressed

not here for the