I know some of your are curious about the title. Let's just say Edna becomes a major fan of a certain Servant from the Type-Moon series, and even cosplays as her. If you need any further hints, the Servant in question has a face that is used repeatedly, often with a Servant of the Saber Class.

Edna knew the second she met the Shroud brothers that something bad had happened, and that the younger's physical condition was likely his older brother's attempt to undo what had happened.

Idia's eyes told her the entire story, and she could relate. She didn't even have to ask what happened, though it was unlikely Idia had attempted to use alchemy beyond his actual skill level.

Rather than say anything, she kept her silence. It wasn't her place to interfere, though strangely she found herself drawn to the introverted housewarden.

She didn't know why Azul (another housewarden) kept giving her those looks though.

Once the meeting ended, Edna headed to the next one which fortunately started an hour after the board game club ended for the day. The first month was when most freshmen found a club to join after all, and she had been highly interested in the Science club the moment Rook mentioned it.

Edna had only just entered Science club room when she happened to see a book left behind by the club supervisor, Professor Crewel.

"What's this?" she asked.

"Oh, that's a book on alchemy. Professor Crewel brought it in as an example to the freshmen of the club," explained one student, someone from Ignihyde if she remembered right.

Edna picked it up and skimmed through it. Her eyebrows went up with an incredulous look.

"I don't know where he got this, but he definitely got scammed, big time," she said dryly.

"And what would an ill-trained pup know of alchemy?" said Crewel annoyed. Edna barely twitched at the sound of his ever-present whip.

"First off, half these circles are incorrect and the translation is wrong," she said flatly. "And the other half is so poorly drawn that it's unlikely to create anything."

Crewel stared at her.

"Explain," he said sharply.

It was fairly clear they weren't going to get anything done today, especially with the free entertainment.

Edna easily picked up a beaker and broke it with her right hand. Crewel's glare was particularly sharp at the wasted equipment.

So you could imagine his shock when he saw Edna easily draw what could only be a basic transmutation circle completely freehand. She put the now broken beaker and all the glass into the circle...and used very little magic to activate the circle. When the light disappeared, the beaker was completely fixed, as if she had never broken it.

Crewel examined the beaker critically. If he hadn't seen her shatter it before him, he never would have known it was broken in the first place.

"You know alchemy. Real alchemy, not the lesser version I teach to my students," he stated.

Edna smirked at him.

"I am a State Alchemist. Basic things like that are par for the course. From what I can tell whoever sold that book was scamming you."

"It was supposed to be a copy of a Basic Guide to Alchemy. With the language being a dead one, even Professor Trein was unable to verify it's authenticity."

Edna's expression said volumes.

"Sir, if you can get me some paper, ink and binding material I could recreate an actual copy of a Basic Guide to Alchemy. Though there might be a few translation errors, since this isn't my first language."

Edna was not surprised in the least when Professor Crewel took her up on the offer. On the plus side, she definitely secured a place among the Science Club.

Even better, she was unlikely to be very bored. Night Raven was certainly shaping up to be very interesting, especially since she had several new people to play chess against.

Vil decided to broach a topic that had been bothering him since he took Edna's measurements.

"Shroud, a word."

The tablet paused from where it was floating. He was sure Idia was highly curious as to what the model wanted from him.

"Do you need something?"

"Have you ever heard of something called 'automail'?" asked Vil.

The tablet nearly fell from surprise.

"Automail? Where have you even heard of that? It's pretty much considered a myth in multiple fields, as there's no conclusive proof that such prosthetic even existed...especially considering the level of technology from that dead kingdom," said Idia.

"Well one of my freshmen has a set of rather unusual limbs, and due to the recent growth spurt they've been limping. You were the first person to come to mind, since it was more likely you would know who to contact for an adjustment."

Edna had, much to her delight, put on a bit of a growth spurt recently. Likely due to the fact she wasn't quite as active and was eating more calories than she had been previously.

The problem was that her left leg hadn't grown with the right, which had resulted in a bit of a limp that drove Vil crazy.

There was nothing romantic between them. Edna was a part of his dorm and appearances had to be kept. She had been getting better about controlling her temper of late, but it was her physical appearance that sent Vil up the wall more often than not.

Admittedly, Edna was at least willing to listen to Vil's directions regarding make-up and proper beauty routines. From what he could tell, she had been raised primarily among soldiers and men, and lacked a proper feminine role model.

There was an odd sort of respect between her and Vil, and it was clear to Rook that Vil had begun to view Edna as a sort of 'younger sister'.

Be that as it may, Vil refused to watch Edna's limping any longer than he had to.

Idia's tablet floated for several moments.

"I have heard of automail, but I've never seen any. Like I said, it's considered a myth by most serious mechanics. I would have to see the person in question before I could give you a serious answer as to whether an adjustment would be possible, or who could do them."

"When and what time?" said Vil seriously.

"The board game club ends around seven tomorrow, so around eight."

"Fortunately the student in question happens to be part of that club," said Vil.

That narrowed down the possible list to just one in Idia's mind.

"It's Elric, isn't it?" he guessed.

"Yes," said Vil without hesitation.

Edna didn't argue with Vil's suggestion. The limp was annoying her as well.

In Ignihyde

Idia wasn't the only one staring. Ortho looked equally as fascinated with Edna's left leg and right arm.

He had heard stories about automail...but he never thought for a moment they were true.

"How?" he asked. "Amestris before the fall barely had a working phone system, much less a functioning government. The amount of wars that fallen kingdom produced were ridiculously high even for that time period."

"Don't ask me. I'm not the automail mechanic. I just know that the surgery was a bitch and a half and it hurts like hell having to reattach new limbs," said Edna.

She was an alchemist, not an automail mechanic. She could barely do the bare minimum of maintenance, which did not include adjusting her leg to her growing height.

Idia looked particularly eager to get his hands on her automail, to figure out how it actually worked. From what he could tell at a glance, Edna had the actual thing...and was one of the more advanced versions he had only read about.

However he couldn't exactly let her leave the dorm with no leg. It would reflect bad on him and Vil would pitch an absolute fit for sure.

Which was why he was re-purposing some parts that he had since replaced on Ortho's mechanical body. He'd have to make a few adjustments of course, but it would serve in the meantime until he hopefully found a way to adjust the leg to Edna's new height.

Edna grit her teeth as Idia removed the leg. That was the easy part, and it sucked because it meant having to reattach it later. After examining the port more closely, Idia went to work adjusting the spare he had brought with him.

Ortho, in an attempt to distract her, brought out a box.

"What's this?" she asked, curious.

"It's called Battleship," said Ortho cheerfully. "Have you ever played it?"

"Ortho, the only games I ever got to play were usually card based or chess. We didn't exactly have much in the way of real entertainment as you would think of it," said Edna dryly. "So how do you play it?"

Ortho beamed at her, and gave her a quick run-down.

Idia only looked up occasionally when hearing Edna's outbursts. It took him nearly four hours to make a working limb for her, as some of the ports had to be adjusted to match Edna's current ones.

He had to pilfer a few parts from a couple of broken down blastcycles to even get the thing to come remotely close to the ports.

Edna grit her teeth, as Idia aligned the temporary limb to her leg. At least it wasn't her arm, which usually took Winry the longest time to recreate. A leg was much easier in comparison.

She bit back a yelp, mostly at the feeling of her leg being reconnected.

"Well?" said Idia.

Edna tested out the leg. It moved mostly as it should, but lacked the connection her other one had. It certainly wasn't as good as the temporary ones Winry and Granny had on hand.

"It'll work for now," she said.

"Give me a few days to see what I can do with the other leg. This is mostly a patch job, since I only had a brief examination of the ports. It's going to take a week to get the right parts to match up with the old connections," said Idia.

For a chance to properly examine an actual automail limb, he'd track down the missing parts himself. Especially if it meant Edna would let him examine the arm as well.

A week later...

Edna limped partially into Ignihyde. The stopgap measure had worked, but she was hopeful Idia had figured out how to adjust her old leg.

The connections he had made with the spare leg had begun to slip out of place two days ago, and she had only recently gotten word from Ortho that her new leg was ready.

She could tell upon first glance this was not her old leg. This model was a bit more advanced, and more importantly looked water proof.

Idia honest expected her eyes to glaze over at the technical specifications for her new leg. Most people rarely care enough to actually listen to him ramble on about it.

To his shock and open delight, Edna asked intelligent questions about it. She might not have caught even half the technical aspects of what he had done and the modifications he had made, but she was able to keep up with enough that she understood most of what he was saying.

"So the metal used by my old leg was reacting bad to all the frou-frou nonsense Vil insists are necessary?" said Edna.

"While it's good for general use, the chemical reaction to the oils had some detrimental effects on the components. It wasn't just that you had outgrown your limb...some of the connections were reacting badly to the oils and were causing the more delicate parts to corrode at an increased rate," explained Idia. "If it had continued they would have become useless within a month, if not two."

Edna winced, as she knew Winry would never let her hear the end of it.

"Fortunately I was able to reuse some of the old connection wires and updated some of the bad ones. This new model is waterproof, but you'll still need to have it adjusted every few months at least. It's also made of lighter, more durable materials so it should provide less strain on your body to move."

Edna didn't have to think twice about what she said next. If her leg had been malfunctioning from the oils from the crap Vil had all but dumped on her and demanded she used daily, there was no telling how bad her arm was reacting to them.

Especially the hand and wrists...she had thought they felt a bit stiff lately.

"How long would it take for you to do the arm?"

Idia perked up at that, clearly hoping to have a crack at the far more advanced limb. The leg was easy...it just took a bit of rewiring and re-purposing an old part he had mostly abandoned once he upgraded his brother. An arm was far more complex and required a higher degree of mobility than a leg would.

"It would likely take me longer than the leg, since that was mostly upgrading and re-purposing some old parts I had lying around. Arms, especially a full one like yours, would require a lot more work since I assume you want the same mobility your current one has."

"I know the Spelldrive tournament is coming up. Would waiting until that was over help?" she asked honestly. Not that she cared much, but still.

Idia nodded. While Ignihyde wasn't exactly the sporty type, there were a few enthusiasts who generally made up the team. He'd be able to put more of an effort in with some proper rest and not having to worry about the inter-house competition looming over his head.