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

Octavious's memories led me, but that was

we will be arriving

"Mhm."

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

life suddenly became simpler. In addition to having an

them that I was able

"We have arrived."

driver got out. Coming around, he opened

orphanage is up

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

for me to wait for

"That's okay."

shook my head. From the exterior, nothing seemed

this was just a regular

can leave; I can go

way, I fixed my clothes and moved toward

what I saw in Octavious's memories was true, then whoever this Protector was… they weren't something that I could make light

how may

Octavious's memories. She

I greeted her politely.

to take a look. You see, my

"Ah."

up, and she smiled

that isn't great

me toward the

for a moment. I will contact the head nun

"Thank you."

Creak―!

wooden door creaked as the nun pushed it open, revealing a

with the

lighting, I looked around to notice the pews were draped in tattering black cloth and the walls were

'There it is.'

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

a stop, and I stared at the statue

'It looks normal.'

statue. Observing it from where I was, there

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

seem to be the

you interested in

looked up, I saw an elderly nun making her way toward the

my eyes at

'She seems familiar.'

presence was soothing, and it made me want to put

that sort of impression that made me warier

outwardly display my wariness and merely smiled

indeed interested

curiously looked at the statue while pinching my

life, and I've never seen such a statue before. I was just wondering who

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

"Hm?"

I cocked my head.

"That's rather interesting."

place of worship. If they weren't worshipping a

were interested in taking a child

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

wife and I

"Is that so?"

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

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

"Is there something wrong?"

Her smile was unsettling.

am I getting creeped out with someone that

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

"Hm?"

I raised my brow.

"Lie?"

"Mhm."

nun nodded her head. She then gently caressed the

me. You're not here for the children.