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

memories led me,

we will be arriving

"Mhm."

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

life suddenly became simpler. In addition to having an excellent information network,

that I was able to

"We have arrived."

the driver got out. Coming around,

is

appeared in

for me

"That's okay."

observing the distant chapel, I shook my head. From the

as if this was just

leave; I can go back on

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

saw in Octavious's memories was true, then whoever this Protector was… they weren't something

to the orphanage; how may I be

than the one from Octavious's memories. She seemed rather

I greeted her politely.

just wanted to take a look. You see, my wife and I have been

"Ah."

nun's eyes lit up, and she smiled

if that isn't great

led me

moment. I will contact the head nun

"Thank you."

Creak―!

wooden door creaked as the nun pushed it open, revealing a dark interior lit only by the flickering

heavy with the scent of

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,

'There it is.'

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

feet came to a stop, and I stared at the statue from where

'It looks normal.'

statue was… just a statue. Observing it from where I

I'd be able to notice something since I can now control a bit of

didn't seem to be the

you interested

up, I saw an elderly nun making her way

my eyes

'She seems familiar.'

presence was soothing, and it made me want to put

that sort of impression

I didn't outwardly display my wariness and

am indeed interested in

forward, and curiously looked at the statue

never seen such a statue before. I was just wondering who the

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

"Hm?"

I cocked my head.

"That's rather interesting."

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

that you were interested in taking a child for

was momentarily thrown off by the nun's unexpected question, but recalling what I had said to the other

my wife and I are looking to

"Is that so?"

For some reason, it felt as though I was being seen through at

long time, and it wasn't a pleasant sensation by any

"Is there something wrong?"

Her smile was unsettling.

getting creeped out with someone

nun shook her head. "It's just that we don't

"Hm?"

I raised my brow.

"Lie?"

"Mhm."

nun nodded her head. She

to me. You're not here