"Oh, of course! You wouldn't know. This is the Marco Polo Hotel, a luxury tower hotel in Shinjuku." Liliesviel turns back to face you, spreading her arms to encompass the building and obviously happy to speak on a subject she's well-informed about again. "My family built it here a few decades ago, in case we needed somewhere to stay in Tokyo. It has always made quite a profit, and bounded fields keep mundanes from noticing any of the parts of the building we use. Everyone in this restaurant forgot it existed and left a few minutes before we came in. When they come back, they won't know anything was unusual about their day."

"Quite a method, for hiding in plain sight," you muse. From the way Caster and Edelfelt had talked about the workshops maintained by magi, you had the impression they would try to keep everyone out, and set up shop in the seclusion of a sealed mansion, or isolated tower. This is something else again.

"Yes." In spite of your compliment, Liliesviel pouts as if you'd voiced a critique of the hotel, one in which she shares. "In Fuyuki, where the previous Holy Grail Wars were fought, we had a marvelous castle built far outside of town, in a forest which was entirely maintained as the castle's estate and covered by its bounded field. But then, that was built two centuries ago, and there was far more space available. We must make do with what we have."

"I guess you do, at that." So, your first guess was more accurate after all. Remembering Caster's comments in the Akeldama about the necessity of solid gold decor, you can't help finding the whole thing a bit comical. From the most ancient right down to the present day, it seems an enchantress will always crave the showiest possible home. Forced to use it she might have been, but you prefer Liliesviel's home here in Tokyo to the castle she describes. Blending in with the ordinary folk strikes you as quite a bit wiser than making yourself a gleaming target, in a Holy Grail War.

"If your curiosity is satisfied, Archer," Caster begins, interposing her voice over your thoughts on strategy, "shall we make our way to the training hall?"

With a nod, you follow Liliesviel to the elevator and the three of you depart, leaving the sour-faced maid (or perhaps her colleagues) to clean up the restaurant and return it to its ordinary occupants. With a slender finger Liliesviel presses the button marked '44', and after a a short period of movement the doors slide open to reveal... a steaming jungle.

"Here we are," Caster declares brightly, stepping out into the brilliant greenery. "Shall I tutor you in magic, or would you prefer to train in physical combat?"