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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that I was able to catch a glimpse of Octavious's memories,

Octavious's memories led me, but that

we will be

"Mhm."

a run-down neighborhood. There were no towering

I did to the Green Paw Guild, I felt as if my life suddenly became simpler. In addition to having an excellent information network, they also provided me with

was no thanks to them that I

"We have arrived."

the driver got out. Coming around, he opened

orphanage is up

his finger. It was uncannily similar to the way it appeared in the memories I saw. It was probably a little bit more

for me to wait for you

"That's okay."

chapel, I shook my head. From the exterior,

as if this was

leave; I can go back on

my clothes and moved toward the chapel. Secretly, I

this Protector was… they weren't something that I could make

the orphanage; how may

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

I greeted her politely.

wanted to take a look. You see, my wife

"Ah."

up, and she smiled

if that

me

a moment. I will contact the head

"Thank you."

Creak―!

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

heavy with the scent of incense

to the dim lighting, I looked around to notice the pews were draped in tattering black cloth and the walls were adorned with faded paintings that were no longer

'There it is.'

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

came to a stop, and I stared at the statue

'It looks normal.'

statue. Observing it from where I was, there

be able to notice something since I can now control a

didn't seem to

you interested in the

I saw

squinted my eyes at her

'She seems familiar.'

on me. Something about being in her presence was soothing, and

sort of impression that made me warier of

outwardly display my wariness and

indeed interested in the

forward, and curiously looked at the statue while pinching

been to many churches in my life, and I've never seen such a statue before. I was just wondering who the statue is

I'm very used to." The nun smiled, caressing the statue next to her. "Our chapel doesn't belong to a religious branch. You can say that this statue does not depict a

"Hm?"

I cocked my head.

"That's rather interesting."

If they weren't worshipping a god, what were they

were interested in

but recalling what I had said to the other nun at the entrance, I nodded

wife and I are looking to

"Is that so?"

nun smiled, and I found myself frowning. For some reason, it felt as though I was being seen through at

it wasn't a pleasant sensation by any stretch of the imagination. Especially ever since I reached

"Is there something wrong?"

Her smile was unsettling.

getting creeped out with someone that has no shred

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

"Hm?"

I raised my brow.

"Lie?"

"Mhm."

nun nodded her head. She then

me. You're not here for the children. You're