[center][h2]Matou Zouken (?)[/h2][h3]Matou Mansion[/h3][/center]

An entertained laugh washed through the dark halls in response to the Master and Servant. 

"Edelfelt? Ah, it's been quite some time since I've spoken with one of you. To see that regality, and to see that you've separated from your other half to come here, times have indeed changed." The unseen magus remarked, a droplet of self-deprecation embedded in his tone. "It is wrong for me to not name myself when you have done so. Matou Zouken. It has been long since I retired, so you can consider me a groundskeeper of sorts. As you no doubt are aware, I am not one of the seven Masters. Or rather, I suppose it's eight, given that the Edelfelts are here. It's actually quite gratifying, the system was never actually built with the consideration of 'two Masters as one' in mind, but it seems to have adapted rather well."

"At any rate, my aged self can no longer fight, so I've left the stage to my descendants." He admitted, though in spite of his words, there was not an ounce of fear in his voice. Rather than someone facing down a member of one of the most notorious magus families in the world, and two beings who could match the strongest humans lurking in the modern day, he sounded more akin to a man ordering a breakfast pastry at his local bakery.

"If you simply would like to converse, then I will of course oblige as a host. As you've said, your enemy is Youzai; while I have a fondness for my children, it is not the place of the old to interfere in the squabbles of the young. Even I was willing to, though, it is not as though these brittle bones of mine could stand up to a Servant, much less two." Another laugh laced his tone, though this time it sounded almost mocking. Whether that notion was meant to be leveled at himself or the intruders, though, was up for debate. However, when he spoke next, that mirth seemed to abate slightly; it was still present, his tone never becoming truly "tense", but there was a new steel in it. 

"There is nothing in this home for you. There are no resources to plunder, no Servants to defeat, no fallen leylines to leech off of. I thus hope we do not come to hostilities, as they would be pointless. This is not my fight, after all."

Abruptly, the air of the mansion seemed to change. It was not merely some semantic shift, but rather it truly felt like the space of the mansion had grown more abrasive to exist in, as if the workshop itself was little more than an extension of this "Zouken's" body.

"...with that said, I am the groundskeeper nonetheless. If you seek to do to this home of mine what your allies did to the manor of Tohsaka, if you seek to try and plant your flag into this soil, then you will be forcing my hand to mark you as an enemy. For the sake of all those here, I hope that this does not happen. This old man might not have much fight left in him, but he's been around for quite some time. You pick up a few tricks after so long."