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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to catch a glimpse of Octavious's memories, the orphanage was the one thing

Octavious's memories led me,

we will

"Mhm."

run-down neighborhood. There were no

as if my life suddenly became simpler. In addition

was no thanks to them that I was able to find the orphanage this

"We have arrived."

stopped, and the driver got out. Coming

is up

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,

you like for me to wait for you

"That's okay."

head. From

as if this was just a regular

leave; I can go back

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

Octavious's memories was true, then whoever this

the orphanage; how may I be

different nun than the one from Octavious's memories. She

I greeted her politely.

a look. You see, my wife and

"Ah."

up, and

if that

me toward

I will contact the head nun

"Thank you."

Creak―!

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

with the scent of

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

'There it is.'

familiar statue. Its marble

stop, and I stared at the statue from where

'It looks normal.'

where I was, there didn't seem to

something since I can now control a bit

to be the

you interested in the

When I looked up, I saw an

eyes at her

'She seems familiar.'

her presence was soothing, and it made me want to put my faith in what she had

it was that sort of impression that made

outwardly display my wariness and

am indeed interested in the

a few steps forward, and curiously looked

such a statue before. I was just wondering who the statue

statue next to her. "Our chapel

"Hm?"

I cocked my head.

"That's rather interesting."

If they weren't worshipping a

say that you were interested in taking a

what I had said to the other

my wife and I are

"Is that so?"

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

sensation by

"Is there something wrong?"

Her smile was unsettling.

someone that

shook her head. "It's just that

"Hm?"

I raised my brow.

"Lie?"

"Mhm."

her head. She then gently

has already revealed everything to me. You're not here for the children. You're here for