Standing in the summoning room, you placed the holy quartz in the magic circle as an offering. A moment later, the ritual of summoning the Servant, the hero of the past, began. The light began to gather in the center of the magic circle in the form of an outline of a person. And finally, fully embodied, a girl appeared before your eyes. She stood proudly with a straight back, the look of her gently green eyes seemed to pierce you, carefully studying you. Art thou my Master? Best Regards.

Her tone of voice was a bit rough, but still had a hint of femininity to it.

My name is Atalanta.