Edward Elric the unique servant.

Chapter 2

Saber's POV

The tension from the battle still lingered in the air, the flames of Edward's alchemy flickering and casting long shadows across the street. I watched as Illya and Berserker retreated, their figures slowly disappearing into the distance. It didn't make sense. Why would they just leave? Berserker never backed down from a fight. His strength was overwhelming, and yet... they had walked away.

I sheathed my sword, though I kept my guard up. Something about this wasn't right.

Before I could voice my thoughts, Edward turned toward me. His eyes, those strange, golden eyes, met mine with an unsettling clarity. He didn't carry the typical air of arrogance that I expected from most Servants. No, there was something more to him. Something... knowing.

"Artoria," he said, his voice cutting through the quiet. "Thanks for the help, but you and Shirou should head home. The streets aren't safe."

I froze.

My name.

He said my name.

No one—not a single person—knew that name. Not in this war. The only thing any of the other Masters or Servants knew was that I wielded Excalibur. They knew me as King Arthur, the legendary king of Britain. But Artoria? That was a name lost to history, buried with me long ago.

I stared at Edward, my mind racing. How could he know? No one alive knew that name.

"...What did you just say?" I asked, my voice quieter, but edged with suspicion.

Edward's expression didn't change. He just gave me that same calm look, as if he hadn't just revealed something impossible.

"I said the streets aren't safe," he replied, though the casual smile on his face told me he knew exactly what I meant.

"No," I pressed, stepping closer, my hand still gripping the hilt of my sword. "You called me by name. Artoria."

Edward shrugged, unfazed. "Yeah, I did."

I narrowed my eyes, a cold knot forming in my chest. "How do you know that name?"

For a moment, Edward didn't answer. He just looked at me, his eyes gleaming with that same unsettling confidence. It was as if he knew more than anyone else in this war—as if he had knowledge no one else was privy to. And that made him dangerous.

Finally, he spoke, but it wasn't the answer I expected. "I know more than most," he said simply, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "And right now, that's all you need to know."

I clenched my teeth, the weight of his words pressing down on me. There was something off about this man—this Servant. He wasn't like the others. He wasn't just fighting for a wish or for his Master. He knew things. And that made him unpredictable.

My instinct was to demand answers, to press him until he explained how he knew my true name. But I also knew that now wasn't the time. Shirou was still here, and the streets were, as Edward said, dangerous. We couldn't risk another encounter—not after Berserker had just left.

Still, I couldn't shake the feeling that Edward's knowledge posed a greater threat than anything I had faced so far.

"You're not telling me everything," I said, my voice low. "But I'll find out. Eventually."

Edward didn't seem bothered by my warning. He simply nodded, as if he expected nothing less. "I'm sure you will. But for now, get Shirou home. You've done enough for tonight."

Rin's POV

I couldn't believe it. Everything about this night had been strange, unpredictable, and now I was standing here, watching my Servant let one of the most dangerous opponents in the war simply walk away. Illya and Berserker had vanished into the night without any interference from Edward, and I had no idea why.