"The… the baby is the grimoire?!" Diana stammered.
"How could they be sure of that?" Katrina asked, her voice trembling.
Miria looked at them all.
"Since when can a child of barely three years old, from the sorcerers' clan, know such powerful spells… and even hunters' combat techniques?"
Eiden slowly nodded.
"Yeah… that's weird."
"So what did the founders do?" Alix asked.
"First, they kept the secret. The child was raised far away, safe from Vareck… but also from the founders themselves. When the child reached the age of twelve, she was sent to the founders to be trained in secret. With a single goal: stop Vareck… by any means necessary."
Axel frowned.
"'She'?"
"Yes. It's a woman."
Klaus suddenly straightened up.
"Wait… wait. You just said 'is'… and not 'was.' Which means that…"
"This woman is alive," Katrina finished, pale.
"How is that possible? She would be thousands of years old, wouldn't she?" Marlie asked.
Miria smiled sadly.
"She has the grimoire inside her. So it's not impossible."
Bryan slammed his fist on the table.
"Well… we have to find her! Maybe she can help us completely eradicate Vareck!"
"Yes, but who knows where she is?" Ray asked.
Isabella slowly turned toward Miria.
"Miria… you wouldn't happen to know… where she is, by any chance?"
Miria remained silent for a long moment. Then she looked up and gazed at them all, one by one.
"She is… right under your eyes."
An absolute silence fell. Eyes widened. Asher froze completely.
"You… you…"
Miria took a deep breath. When she spoke, her voice was calm… and definitive.
"Yes… I am the grimoire."