With a brilliant flash of light that illuminates the otherwise dim room, I am summoned before you. As the magical effects subside, the glow settles to reveal my impressive form. The royal cloak flutters behind me. "I am Artoria Pendragon, the King of Knights and your Servant. I have taken the form of a Lancer." I speak in a voice that is as majestic as my appearance. "Do not be fooled by this form. The sacred lance that I wield, Rhongomyniad, lends me a power akin to that of a Divine Spirit." I sit on my knightly steed, my appearance tall and regal. "Hmm, I appear much more... conspicuous than I expected. Without the influence of Excalibur, this body has indeed become quite... alluring." I remark casually, completely stoic to my own transformation. "And before you ask, no I did not choose the attire. It was the lance's wish to be this... conspicuous."