Angel: "An old acquaintance?"
"Yes." A faint sadness flickered in Iron Armor Granny's eyes. She sighed. "More precisely, a limb belonging to an old acquaintance."
A limb belonging to an old acquaintance? Angel froze for two seconds before understanding what Iron Armor Granny meant. He lightly tapped the tabletop with a finger, and countless illusion nodes surged from his fingertip, casually constructing an illusion across the wooden table.
The illusion displayed the scene Dodolo had once seen.
A pitch-black cavern. Rectangular stone platforms arranged around an altar. Numerous containers, and all manner of organs stored within them.
Among them, the organ that drew the eye most was a woman's arm sealed within a long, narrow liquid container.
"Is it this one?" Angel pointed at the arm covered in black-and-red patterns. Among the many organs contained in vessels, its features were exceptionally distinct.
"Yes." Iron Armor Granny silently watched the arm in the image. Only after a long while did she gently nod. "I did not see wrong. It truly is the right hand of the Night Butterfly Witch."
"The Night Butterfly Witch..." Angel swiftly searched through his memories. Several seconds later, he said with slight hesitation, "Granny, do you mean 'Slender Crimson Night Butterfly,' Ginny Watson?"
Iron Armor Granny nodded. "It seems your recent studies have been useful after all. That's right, it's her. The patterns on her arm are very distinctive. I have seen them before."
Angel said, "So it was her? There seemed to have been no news about her recently. Though in old magazines from the last century, gossip about her was everywhere."
'Slender Crimson Night Butterfly,' Ginny Watson, was a first-level wizard of the Watson Family. The Watson Family had been quite renowned two thousand years ago, a wizard family that had long ranked among the