[h2]Arturia Pendragon, Saber[/h2]

Saber fell silent, watching as her Master seemed to enter some kind of trance. For a moment, she wondered if, perhaps, this was some form of Magecraft technique. She was largely unfamiliar with magecraft in general, and therefore she could not help but question the possibility when faced with Katenka's silence and somewhat dazed stare. Perhaps it required focus and concentration on another matter rather then anything present? However, it quickly became apparent that her Master had become somehow distracted. For a few moments, the short blonde knight was surprised and confused when Katenka took her armored hand to guide her along to the dining area. To say the least, it wasn't exactly anything Saber had suspected, and for a few moments she dully followed, staring at the other girl's hand.

However, the matter was quickly put out of her mind when the dark-haired girl questioned her identity, in a rather awkward and flustered manner. The blonde girl paused for a moment when she heard the name 'Joan of Arc'. Unfortunately, the mention of Jeanne d'Arc made Saber recall a truly evil individual but only for a moment. Truthfully, it was only right that her Master know her identity. Indeed, secrecy was hardly an important matter when all the Servants were required to work together in order to surmount this strange 'singularity' threat.

Regardless of how deeply she had failed. Regardless of how she had lead to one of her closest knights falling into darkness... There was a simple, undeniable facet of Saber's identity. No matter how she believed she must erase it, for the good of all those who had suffered and died due to her rule, she was the Once and Future King. And so, that was how she would introduce herself.

"My identity is Arturia Pendragon," she began, even as she slowly followed Katenka to the dining area, "King of the Britons."