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

as far as Octavious's memories led me,

we will

"Mhm."

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

suddenly became simpler. In addition to having an excellent information network, they also provided me with a personal

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

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

you like for me

"That's okay."

my head. From

this was just

I can go back on

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

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

to the orphanage; how may I

from Octavious's memories.

I greeted her politely.

look. You see, my wife

"Ah."

eyes lit up, and

that

led me

for a moment. I will contact the head

"Thank you."

Creak―!

as the nun pushed it open, revealing a

was heavy with the scent

pews were draped in tattering black cloth and the walls were adorned with faded paintings that

'There it is.'

Its marble surface was chipped and

a stop, and I stared at the statue from

'It looks normal.'

was… just a statue. Observing it from where I was, there didn't

since I can now control a bit of the laws,

didn't seem to

interested

looked up, I saw

squinted my eyes

'She seems familiar.'

me. Something about being in her presence was soothing, and it made me want to

impression that made me warier of

didn't outwardly display my wariness and merely smiled at

interested in

a few steps forward, and curiously looked at the

many churches in my life, and I've never seen such a statue

The nun smiled, caressing the statue next to her. "Our chapel doesn't belong to a religious branch. You can

"Hm?"

I cocked my head.

"That's rather interesting."

If they weren't

interested in taking

what I had

and I are

"Is that so?"

some reason, it felt as

it in a very long time, and it wasn't a 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 has

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

"Hm?"

I raised my brow.

"Lie?"

"Mhm."

nodded her head. She

here for the children. You're