Edward Elric the unique servant.

Chapter 3

Artoria's POV

The atmosphere between us was still, the night pressing in around us, but my mind was anything but calm. Edward had opened the door to a flood of questions, and I wasn't one to let an opportunity like this slip away. He knew so much about me—more than any other Servant should. Now, it was my turn to learn something about him.

I started with the most pressing question.

"Why did you ask me about your class?" I asked, my tone steady. "You said you didn't know much about it before, but why? Servants are usually well-versed in their own class and abilities when they're summoned. You should have had that knowledge from the start."

Edward's smile faltered slightly as if he had anticipated this question but was still unsure of how to answer it. He ran a hand through his hair, glancing to the side before meeting my gaze again.

"Well," he began, "the thing is, I didn't get the full information most Servants do when they're summoned. It was... different for me."

"Different how?" I pressed.

"When I was summoned, I didn't have the usual understanding of my class. I had no idea what a Foreigner even was. The moment I heard it, I thought it was just some odd title. I didn't realize the weight of it until Lancer explained that my class was tied to... something greater. A 'god' of sorts."

I narrowed my eyes. "A god?"

Edward nodded. "Yeah. In my case, it's Truth."

Truth. The name sent a chill down my spine, not because I fully understood it, but because of the way Edward said it. There was something heavy in the way he spoke the word—as if it carried a deeper meaning, something beyond mortal comprehension.

I folded my arms, my curiosity piqued. "What do you know about it now? After what Lancer told you, what have you figured out about being in the Foreigner class?"

Edward leaned back slightly, thinking over his response. "What I've pieced together so far is that my connection to this class comes from the fact that I've come into contact with something beyond the human realm—something greater, something that normal humans aren't supposed to interact with. In my case, that's Truth."

He paused, his eyes darkening slightly. "Back in my world, I... broke a law. I committed a taboo that allowed me to come into contact with Truth. It wasn't just knowledge—it was a force, a presence. Something that shaped everything. And when I did that, I paid a price."

I kept silent, letting him continue. I could sense that whatever this "Truth" was, it was deeply personal to him.

"That's why I'm in the Foreigner class. It's not because I'm some alien or because I've been touched by a literal god. It's because I've seen something that no human should see. Something that exists beyond the physical world."

"So," I said slowly, trying to wrap my mind around what he was saying, "this Truth you speak of—it's the force that gave you your abilities?"

Edward shook his head. "Not exactly. Truth doesn't give anything. It just... exists. It's like a reflection of the laws of reality, the rules that govern everything. And if you try to break those rules, there are consequences. My abilities come from alchemy—something that manipulates the natural world using equivalent exchange."

He hesitated before continuing. "But the reason I'm in this class is because I've come face-to-face with Truth, and it changed me. I'm human, but I've touched something far beyond human understanding. That's what sets me apart."

I took in his explanation, trying to reconcile it with what I knew about the war and the Grail. Edward wasn't like the other Servants. His connection to something as abstract and powerful as Truth was beyond anything I had heard of. Most Heroic Spirits were bound by their legends, by the myths and stories that defined them. But Edward's existence seemed to be tied to something far more profound—something that transcended the usual boundaries of heroism and divinity.