"My family descends from the Slovakian branch. For us it is a source of pride that the blood of so many races flows in our veins. In these hands is the blood of the great Attila. We have been entrusted with the protection of the Hungarian territory for centuries. The Bulgarians, the Lombards, the Turks poured en masse against our borders and we always repelled them. The Draculas have always been the heart, the brain, the directing mind, the sword, the glory of their people! One of my ancestors crossed the Danube and destroyed the Turkish host. Rejected several times, he continued to fight, to fight against the enemy. And he alone left that battlefield alive. He alone emerged victorious. He was truly a Dracula. But now, the wind blows coldly through the ancient crenellated walls. And although it hurts me, I have to leave."