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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memories, the orphanage was the one thing that stood out

as far as Octavious's memories

we will be arriving

"Mhm."

were no towering structures, and most of

became simpler. In addition

them that I was able to find the orphanage

"We have arrived."

the driver got out. Coming around, he opened the door

orphanage is

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

you like for me

"That's okay."

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

if this was just a regular

I can go back

fixed my clothes and moved toward the chapel. Secretly, I

Octavious's memories was true, then whoever this Protector

orphanage; how

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

I greeted her politely.

take a look. You see,

"Ah."

up, and she smiled

that isn't

me

moment. I will contact the head nun

"Thank you."

Creak―!

open, revealing a dark interior lit only by the flickering flames

the scent of incense and

and the walls were adorned with faded paintings that were no longer discernible. There was something unsettling about the paintings, but

'There it is.'

stood a familiar statue. Its marble

to a stop, and I stared at the statue

'It looks normal.'

I was, there

to notice something since I can now control a bit of the laws,

to be

you interested in

up, I saw an elderly nun making her way

squinted my eyes

'She seems familiar.'

in her presence was soothing, and it made me want to

it was that sort of impression

didn't outwardly display my wariness and merely smiled

am indeed interested in the

a few steps forward, and curiously looked at the

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

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

"Hm?"

I cocked my head.

"That's rather interesting."

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

you say that you were interested in taking a

by the nun's unexpected question, but recalling what I

I

"Is that so?"

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

experienced anything like it in a very 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

head. "It's just that we don't

"Hm?"

I raised my brow.

"Lie?"

"Mhm."

her head. She then gently

not here for the children. You're here for