According to the past "he" had mentioned in the memory fragments, his name when he had still been a mortal was the same as that baron's.
That meant he had once also been called Alex.
After "he" disappeared, Fingernail Granny had searched for "him" for many years.
She had never imagined that one day, she would use Alex, one of his former names, to search for traces of him. Yet when that name casually slipped from Vanason's mouth, her heart, silent for so many years, suddenly began to pound.
Although she knew that the Alex Vanason mentioned was very likely just a coincidence, that the name merely happened to be the same as his had once been.
Still, this was the first time Fingernail Granny had heard the name Alex in all these years.
Perhaps it was nostalgia, perhaps excitement, or perhaps some fated sense of connection.
After pondering it again and again, Fingernail Granny decided to come and see for herself the protagonist Vanason had spoken of: Alex.
Even though Fingernail Granny knew this was merely a play crafted by Angel, even though there was a strong chance that the play itself had been fabricated and the protagonist's name was fictional, she still did not wish to let even the slightest clue slip past her.
What was more, this name had truly stirred her emotions and memories. Perhaps this, too, was a wizard's omen, guiding her here through her subconscious.
As the strange, drawn-out, terrifying sounds drifted farther and farther away, Fingernail Granny felt as though she had entered a narrow, profound passage. An invisible pair of hands pushed her into a dark and unknown Box Garden.
This was a sign of entering an illusion.
With Fingernail Granny's abilities, she could have easily broken free. Yet she did