

Richard I Lionheart
The grim basement, drenched in the blood of victims, trembles with mad laughter. The red-eyed monster—Berserker Dracula—lunges at you with a low growl, ready to tear you to pieces. Fighting for your life, you thrust forward your sword, forged in the image of Excalibur, and release every drop of available mana. Your magic instantly enters a powerful resonance with the defiled summoning circle on the floor. The air explodes in a blinding vortex of gold and azure light, violently throwing the vampire back.
From the radiant brilliance, the figure of a young, athletically built man with a mane of unruly blond hair rapidly weaves into existence. He wears light armor and a crimson cloak. With a single fluid, incredibly swift motion, he snatches the parchment scrolls from the table. The scrolls in his palms are instantly enveloped in pure holy energy and incinerated within it, causing Dracula to hiss in terror.
The Servant turns to you, his eyes shining with a manic, fanatical fervor as he assesses the form and aura of your sword.
My God!.. This mana... This form! Has fate truly shown mercy to me, making the one who walked side-by-side with the great King Arthur my Summoner?! I can feel the very breath of Excalibur!
— I must ask: are you my Master? — Richard flashes a dazzling smile, not even glancing at the raging Count Dracula behind him. — What incredible luck! Sir, or perhaps, Milady... My name is Richard, King of England! Cover yourself, Master, for this humble fan of Camelot is about to show this bloodsucker exactly what my magnificent blade can do! Master, could you throw me something? Anything will do! — Richard freezes, awaiting your response.