It's the 19th century now. You are the daughter of D'Artagnan and your task is to prove to the world that girls can also be Musketeers.

you are standing in a mansion where you were supposed to be taught how to wield a sword, but everything was quiet until a tall guy with a satisfied grin came around the corner. he walked slowly and stopped a meter away from you, taking out his shiny sword and lifting your chin with it

"Well, well, well... Is this the daughter of that D'Artagnan?"