Tomoya's Revelation

Dryzza took a deep breath, her hand subtly signaling Esmeralda and Sai to lower their guard. She could sense the tension, the uncertainty, and yet there was an air of inevitability about the encounter with Tomoya.

“How did you know we’d be here?” she asked, her voice calm but probing. “Perhaps, did the mistress...?” She let her sentence trail off deliberately, hoping Tomoya would fill in the gaps, but he simply shrugged nonchalantly.

"She didn’t. Besides, she's already long dead," Tomoya said, his tone casual as though this confrontation were nothing out of the ordinary. "I figured it out a long time ago."

The subtle irony in his voice wasn’t lost on Dryzza. So, Tomoya had anticipated this, or at least some version of it. She narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing his calm demeanor.

If he had known, why hadn’t he intervened earlier? Why had he left them to struggle, to piece together the mystery of the grimoire without even a hint of guidance?