This castle will be moving the moment that the engines are repaired. And I will not have anyone attempt to murder me in this house again.

[Alucard doesn't even blink at the morning star. He only holds Trevor's gaze. There's a pointed attempt to hold no emotion there, to be the ice cold thing they found below Gresit.

He manages that petite miracle. He stand his ground.]

Leave. Decide what to do with the Hold, I want no part of it or it's contents. It is a museum of death, nothing more.