[Alucard never believed the rumors of the Belmont estate when he heard them in passing in Lupu. Growing up as he did, with his parents being who they were, he was always inclined to dismiss these things. Oh, yes, supernatural things roamed the world, but what was being described? It was too far a fantasy to entertain.

Until he had to.

The Church had his mother. That meant neither Alucard or his father could approach, for they would not only be repeled by the building, but they would feed the horrible accusations against Lisa. And so there had been a parting of ways, each manically trying to save her in their on way.

The Belmont Estate story came to Alucard's head in the depths of his despair. It was the witch that walked away unburnt that propelled him to the property. It is the fleeting hope that something might be here, even if it's just enough of an oil to let him pass by a church without being harmed. Something. Anything.

He walks the ruins with a boldness he doesn't feel. Carries an oil lamp whose flame does not flicker in the wind.]

If any of the rumors are true of what dwells here, I would have word with you and your ability to prevent witch burnings.

[That confidence is also a false thing. But he moves forward with it anyway. He must.]