...Quoi? Un angalis? Avec le pouvoir sacré?

I don't need "fixing" you daft fool. Comment un Belmont ne sait-il pas le français?

Typical Brit. No tact or class.

Juste Belmont. I do not recall which Belmonts were drink sodden wrecks...

And apparently I am "Late for Hall'oween"

And they also called me a "fa-got" I have no clue what that is. But judging by the laughter, it was not something positive.

However, they stopped laughing when I Summoned the Soul of Hydra. Flaming dragons tend to dampen the enthusiasm of rude louts.

...It is very strange. This realm. If it is indeed a realm. There are many magical beings. But also many monsters and many demons...

However, I have faced dangers with less. Whatever will come, my soul will face these trials!

I have secured lodgings, food, and wine. Without my fair Lydie, it will be most difficult....

What a strange looking woman....I had not even realized her a woman until she spoke, with....such unfeminine short hair.

Then again, that would not be unlike my honored ancestor Sypha....she pretended to be a man to escape those trials of witches.

A most strange era....

.....What does it mean to "not keep it" in ones pants...?

Our Father, who art in Heaven. Hallowed be thy na- .....?!

Such a dreadful demonic power...!

[The Belmont grabs the Vampire Killer, rushing out into the street with his spellbooks in his jacket or in a strap.]

J'accuse! Monstre! Urizen

That was a foolish mistake!

Damn! He escaped! Curses!.....