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The form that emerged from the circle was not quite exactly what it appeared to be- namely, it was not the form of a man. The royal musketeers uniform hid what little chest she had and her hips were, as described by her mother, unfortunately narrow. Her face was one that was pretty in a way that was timeless but not distinctly male or female, but the fiery glint of determination in her eye spoke to the sensibilities that were far more often the former than the latter. 

Of course given these facts no one could possibly be blamed for thinking the figure of Saber was male, least of all Saber herself- who would not correct anyone who made that mistake. If anything, this was always the intention of the fourth musketeer, as no sooner than the flash had faded than she had moved to cement this misconception.

She cut a deep bow and doffed her hat before speaking, in a voice no more conclusive than her body, "[color=6ecff6]So, which one of you lovely ladies is my master?[/color]"... It was like she didn't even notice Theta. 

She stepped forward before waiting for a reply, reaching out for the girls, "[color=6ecff6]Is it you? Or you? You maybe? You?[/color]" Rapid fire, one after another, pressing her lips to the back of their hands, offered or not, with face becoming less noble and more transparently lecherous by the syllable. "[color=6ecff6]Oh God you've been too good to me, I can't even choose, you're all so lovely![/color]" ... D'Art, it isn't your choice to begin with. 

As the excitement mounted she collapsed to her knees, head tilted back towards the sky as an even greater possibility dawned on her and she extolled her joys. "[color=6ecff6]Don't tell me it's all of you!? Did I die and go to heaven!?[/color]" Her expression sobered suddenly, and her finger went to her chin. " [color=6ecff6]...Well I did die, but...[/color]" 

She snapped back to mania not a second later, upon noticing Venus' predicament. " [color=6ecff6]Oh dear, you're bleeding! My darling please, don't use your own kerchief, take mine instead- Oh but it would be rude to give one of you a gift and not the rest or you'll think I'm playing favorites... Oh this is a fine predicament you've gotten yourself into d'Artagnan![/color]" 

Just like that, without a second's hesitation, she blurted her true name out. Things were off to a wonderful start.
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