"The atmosphere here isn't even good. Let's just go back to town and move the townspeople all into the Church until this is sorted with," Vala sighs.
"Um... excuse me," Lord Belmont cut in, as he and Gorecilia neared. "You all don't look like my employees... or any monsters that were around here."
Vala eyed them with suspicion. "... No, we aren't. We got called her-- wait, employees? Are you the owner of this place?"
"If you mean I'm Lord Belmont, yes. It's thanks to her I didn't die from exposure." Lord Belmont jerked his thumb toward Gorecilia. "We were just about to get to the bottom of what has been happening."
"Yeah, one of your workers sent a letter for us to come over and find you. Kinda figured you were dead by now since this place is empty save for all the monsters we had to deal with. Which you're welcome, by the way, they were persistent little bastards." Vala deadpanned.
"Quite. Though, you all look quite roughed up. It isn't safe here, so I assume you'll be taking your leave from what we could hear?"
"Not really. We're just going to head back to town, get some rest and treat wounds the best we can, and come right back here. I don't think you understand how grave this situation really is." Vala started walking back to where they had walked through, hoping to find a quick way to exit the manor. "Long story short, you've got a necromancer that's about to revive... I guess a different Belmont, since you're alive. And if we let that happen, this town is as good as taken over by those monsters she had sent at us as fodder."
Lord Belmont turned pale at the mention of his family name. "Oh no... a necromancer is going to revive Grandfather!? ...It's decided, we all need to leave right this minute! Grandfather spent all his adult life slaying monsters that plagued the lands. There's definitely no way a ragtag group like yourselves can stand a chance against a zombie-witch AND my grandfather in your state. Especially when she has access to the study. That's where his slayer whip is. It's among the most powerful tools the family inherited from Grandpa Simon." He turns to Gorecilia. "I don't suppose you could help us make a quick escape? We ought to block off any exits so we aren't followed on the way back."