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Chapter 10—The Price of Justice
March 23, 2018
Miles saw Maya Fey lying on the floor of some dilapidated old building. He felt himself floating on the air, his legs bent as though he was kneeling. However, he couldn’t approach her. She was breathing silently and was unharmed, though she was clearly uncomfortable. Perhaps she was sleeping; her eyes were closed, after all.
A door opened. Standing in the doorway was a figure cloaked in shadow: Shelly de Killer. Maya stirred at the sound of him entering.
“Your friend has failed you,” the man said ominously. “If you have any last words, I will make sure they are conveyed to him.”
“…Tell him he did the right thing,” Maya said, hunger depriving her voice of its usual energetic optimism. “I’m not… mad at Nick for letting you do this… Your ‘client’ is going to jail… Nick’s a hero… no matter what choices you force upon him… And they’ll find you… Engarde’s a coward… he’ll tell the police all about you… We won… even if you kill me… we won…”
“Noble words. I will make sure he hears them.” He unsheathed a knife and held Maya’s shoulders, forcing her to sit, then cut her throat.
Miles awoke, sweat making his pajamas stick to his skin. He looked at the clock. 5:03 AM. With a shaken sigh, he turned over and attempted to go back to sleep. He had worked late the previous night; Wright had revealed to him that Shelly de Killer had kidnapped Maya and was holding her hostage, willing to release her only if Engarde was acquitted. Since that revelation, they had worked hard to locate de Killer, though he eluded them.
Though the investigators were doing all they could to track down the assassin, Miles was not optimistic. In the end, he believed, it would come down to him and Wright, and though he would do everything he could to draw out the trial, there was nothing to be done if the investigators failed: the truth would be revealed, and Maya would die for it.My path is a just one
, Miles reminded himself as he waited to be summoned to the courtroom. Lives have been lost in the pursuit of justice since time immemorial, and if Maya herself wishes to have Engarde convicted, then it is my duty to see justice done. I know I will regret it… but it is not my place to have people kept in the dark for fear that the light of truth may hurt them. I have seen what walking that path does… The pain of having an innocent person die in the pursuit of justice would be a mere itch compared to the pain of condemning an innocent person to death so that a lie may save another.
He found himself suddenly wanting to call Lana. It would be almost six o’clock in London, so it was unlikely he would be interrupting anything.
“Miles?” the familiar voice answered after a few rings.
Miles sighed. “I just wanted to talk to you before going into court today.”
“Is something wrong?”
“Yes. It’s a delicate matter, so I can’t tell you everything, but someone has been threatened by someone who wants an acquittal. We’re doing everything in our power to make sure the threat is taken care of, but we’re running out of time.” He could feel tears trying to well up in his eyes, though he knew they would not come.
“But there’s something keeping you from letting the defendant be acquitted?”
“The defendant is guilty. I know this for a fact. There is only one other person who could be indicted in this case, meaning a guilty verdict for them—and by extension, a death sentence—would be inevitable if the defendant were acquitted.”
Lana didn’t say anything.
“Please don’t worry if you don’t have any input to give,” Miles said after realizing Lana would not respond. “This isn’t your burden, and I shouldn’t have made you think about it.”
“Don’t apologize. I can’t pretend to be in your position.”
“That’s right. The verdict… is something that Wright and I will determine. He knows the truth, too. I don’t know what he has decided, but I… I believe I know what I will do. I’ll regret either choice, but I will make a choice regardless.”
“I love you,” Lana said, her tone hinting that she was trying to reassure Miles of his decision.
“I love you, too.”
“I’m sure you’ll make the right choice in the end, just as you always have for so long.”
For a while, neither of them said anything.
“Lana,” Miles finally said, “when I return…”
“Whatever you need, I’ll be there for you.”
“Mr. Edgeworth!” the bailiff called as he entered. “You’re needed in court.”
“I have to go,” Miles said to Lana. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“Court is now in session for the trial of Matt Engarde,” the judge said with a whack of his gavel.
“The defense is ready, Your Honor,” Wright said.
“The prosecution has been ready for a while, Your Honor,” Miles half-lied.
“Now, as I recall,” the judge began, “we concluded yesterday’s session with a big mystery on our hands. The mystery being what exactly was Ms. Adrian Andrews’ role in this murder? That is to say, is she really connected to the crime itself? Mr. Edgeworth, if you would please inform the court of today’s proceedings.”
“Adrian Andrews,” Miles said. “She forged evidence that threw suspicion onto Mr. Engarde, and then proceeded to escape the crime scene by wearing a Nickel Samurai costume. The guilt of these actions are those from which she cannot escape.”
“Hmm, then you’re saying that she is guilty after all…?”
“I’m not finished, Your Honor. Ms. Andrews had nothing to do with committing the actual murder.” Miles took out De Killer’s card. “I would like to direct the court’s attention to this card.”
“What is that…? It looks like a shell…”
“This is the calling card of a certain assassin.”
“A-Assassin, you say!?”
Miles struck his desk. “Yes, Juan Corrida was killed by a professional assassin! And the person who hired the assassin, his client so to speak, is Matt Engarde!”
The gallery began murmuring, though the judge simply waited for them to quiet down.
“Wh-What a surprising turn of events!” he exclaimed.
“I would think it’s become commonplace by now, Your Honor,” Miles replied, doing his “evil smile.”Wright, you know the truth. I am willing to work with you to stall the verdict on the off chance that Maya can be rescued, but in the end, if she is not safe, I will make sure that Engarde is convicted and Maya’s final wishes fulfilled.
“But we still have to hold out as long as we can,” Mia said to Wright, who apparently had been thinking something similar. “At least, until Maya’s safe and sound.”That is my hope, but one must be prepared for the worst.
“I wonder how the trial will turn out today…?” Wright muttered.
“Now then, please call your first witness, Mr. Edgeworth,” the judge said with a whack of his gavel.
“The prosecution calls the defendant’s ‘mentor’, Mr. Will Powers to the stand,” Miles announced.I never thought I’d see him in court again…
Powers took the stand.
“Now then, witness,” Miles continued. “Your name and occupation, please.”
“O-OK,” Powers stuttered. “I’m… Uh… Will Powers. I’m a poor, underpaid action star…”You’re the Steel Samurai. I highly doubt you would qualify as underpaid…
“And what is your relation to the defendant?” Miles asked.
“Well, that’s… I guess I’m sort of a lousy mentor to him in a way. Yeah.”
“Um, Mr. Powers,” the judge called. “Please… You don’t need to put yourself down so much.”Exactly what I was thinking.
“Oh, uh, sorry,” Powers said. “Well, but I’m just kind of a nothing sort of guy.”
“On the night of the murder, you visited the defendant’s room,” Miles stated. “Is this correct?”
“Y-Yes. Um, but you know… I didn’t actually get to see Matt when I went…”
“All you need to do is answer what you’re asked. Now then, I would like you to please testify about when you went to Mr. Engarde’s room.”
“O-OK… Sure… After the award ceremony, I went by myself to Matt’s room. Matt was standing there in front of his room, still in his Nickel Samurai costume. He was talking with someone. At first, I thought it was the bellboy. I watched the two of them for a while, but then I gave up and went back. I had guests with me that night, and I couldn’t make them wait for me.”
“Hmm…” the judge mumbled. “Nothing sounds out of place in Mr. Powers’ testimony.”
“If one assumes that the person Mr. Engarde was speaking with was an ordinary bellboy…” Miles commented.
“Wh-What are you implying?”
Miles did his “evil smile” and pointed to Wright. “Well, Mr. Wright. Let’s have your cross-examination, shall we?”
“Looks like we’re in another sticky situation,” Mia commented.
“Huh?” Wright managed to say.I’d think it would be obvious, Wright.
“A trap,” Mia continued. “Can’t you smell it, Phoenix? But for us to find out more, we’re just going to have to charge in head first, right?”
Wright appeared to sigh. “The defendant’s room?” he asked Powers. “Why did you go there?”
“Well, I’m his mentor,” Powers replied, “like a big brother sort of, and I wanted to say congrats…” He stopped.I wonder why he just trailed off like that…
“Wh-What’s wrong?” the judge asked. “Why did you stop?”
“M-M-Mr. Wright!” Powers cried.
“Wh-Wh-What is it?” Wright asked in response, visibly worried.
“You… You’re going to try to trick me into a corner, aren’t you?”
“I… I know I’m just a poor, underpaid action star, but… But… I… I’m not the killer!”
“Um, no one said you were, Mr. Powers.”
“No, please! Don’t trick me! Every time you do your lawyer thing, the witness suddenly turns into the bad guy…”For God’s sake…
“…Witness,” Miles interjected. “I will personally talk to the defense at a later time. So for now, please kindly cooperate and continue with your testimony.”
“S-Sorry…” Powers stammered.
“So, you went to the defendant’s room,” the judge confirmed. “And then?”
“Matt was standing there in front of his room, still in his Nickel Samurai costume.”
“Are you sure that was Matt Engarde?” Wright pressed.
“Yeah, I’m sure. He wasn’t wearing the Nickel Samurai mask then.”
“And?” Miles asked. “What was the defendant doing, standing in front of his own room?”
“He was talking to someone,” Powers said. “At first, I thought it was the bellboy.”
“‘At first’?” Wright confirmed. “What do you mean by that?”
“Well, he was in a bellboy-ish uniform and he had a bottle of juice on a tray.”
“…Sounds like an ordinary bellboy to me.”
“Um, yeah, but… I didn’t think he was a normal bellboy.”
“And why was that?”
“Um… Why did I think that, Mr. Wright?”
“H-How am I supposed to know!?”
“Sorry, but I can’t remember right now. …Sorry.”
“You saw the two of them, the bellboy and the defendant, together, correct?” Wright asked, moving on.
“Yeah,” Powers answered. “The bellboy just wanted to say congrats.”
“Now, while you were watching the two of them, did you notice anything strange?”
“Um… You know, I did feel something weird. I think it was because Matt… Well, he gave the bellboy a tip.”
“So, how long did you watch the two of them?” the judge asked.
“Ah, not more than a minute or two, I think,” Powers said. “I had guests with me that night, and I couldn’t make them wait for me.”
“So who are these ‘guests’ you’re talking about?” Wright asked.
“You guys, of course. You and Maya and little Pearl.”Pearl? The things people name their children these days…
“I thought it would be really rude since I invited you guys, if I disappeared on you…” Powers continued. “So I went back to my seat pretty soon after seeing Matt in the hallway.”Apparently, Ms. Oldbag isn’t the only Global Studios employee with a bad memory… If he doesn’t remember just why he was questioned to begin with, we’re not going to get anywhere.
“Do you remember this incident?” Mia asked Wright. “Did Mr. Powers leave his seat that night?”
“I don’t remember that happening at all,” Wright replied. “Maya was making such a racket in her hyper state… I ended up focusing on her.”
“…I see. In any case, from his story, he probably wasn’t gone for very long.”
“After the award ceremony, I went by myself to Matt’s room,” Powers repeated.This is ridiculous. Is he just repeating himself to try to jog his memory, or is the quality of his memory inversely proportional to that of his acting?
“Matt was standing in front of his room,” Powers continued, “still in his Nickel Samurai costume. He was talking with someone. At first, I thought it was the bellboy.”
“Hold it!” Wright barked. “‘At first’? What do you mean by that?”Not you, too, Wright…
“I didn’t think he was a normal bellboy,” Wright replied.
“And why was that?” Wright asked.
“Um… Why did I think that, Mr. Wright?”
“H-How am I supposed to know!?” Something appeared to dawn on Wright.Finally…
“Actually, Mr. Powers,” Wright said, “only a few minutes ago, you stated: ‘Um… You know, I did feel something weird. I think it was because Matt… Well, he gave the bellboy a tip.’ Could it be that you felt something ‘strange’ about the tip-giving incident itself…?”
“… AH!” Powers recalled. “Yeah! That’s it! You really know your job!”
“Hmm…” the judge mumbled. “Mr. Edgeworth.”
“Yes, Your Honor?” Miles replied. Let me guess: you’ve forgotten what was just said, too.
“This bellboy… He wasn’t an ordinary one, was he…?”
“Perhaps we should let the witness tell us.”
“Very well. Mr. Powers. Please amend your testimony.”
“You mean about the bellboy, right?” Powers asked. “Matt gave the bellboy a tip.”
“So he gave the bellboy a tip,” Wright said. “What’s so strange about that?”
“Ah, well, you see, Matt’s not a poor penny-pincher like me.”Says the man who came to court in a tuxedo that looks like it was designed by an orange juice producer…
“I was trying to figure out how much it was because the tip really shocked me,” Powers continued.
“‘How much it was’…?” Wright repeated.
“But that’s when something even more surprising happened! The bellboy was putting the tip he got in his pocket. And that’s when I got my first good look at the guy’s face… I was really shocked!”
“Hmm…” the judge mumbled again. “I’m afraid I don’t follow at all.”
“What was so shocking about the bellboy’s face, Mr. Powers?” Wright asked.
“Well, he wasn’t exactly a ‘boy’…” Powers clarified, “more like an old ‘gramps’…”
“Ahem!” the judge interrupted. “I hope you know that discrimination towards old men is a no-no in my court!”
“No, no, that’s not what I meant at all! In the smack middle of the guy’s face, there was a line of stitches!”
“A line of stitches…?”
“Yeah! And it went straight from the tippy top of his head to the bottom of his chin! Almost like if that thread snapped, all the stuff in his head would come spilling out.”
“Ah!” Wright yelped, appearing to understand.Thanks for the mental image, Mr. Powers.
“What is it, Mr. Wright?” the judge asked, noticing the attorney’s signature slump and cold sweat.
“A-Ah, nothing, Your Honor!” Wright managed to say, recovering.
Miles heard a harsh whisper from Mia, but couldn’t make it out.
“You sure you don’t have something you would like to say, Mr. Wright?” the judge asked.
“Huh?” Wright responded, feigning ignorance. “Umm… What did you just say, Your Honor?”
“…Nothing, Mr. Wright. Nothing. We’re just going around and around in circles. Now then, Mr. Powers. Please continue with your testimony.”Speaking of going around and around in circles…
“So he gave the bellboy a tip,” Wright repeated. “What’s so strange about that?”
“Ah, well, you see, Matt’s not a poor penny-pincher like me.”Says the man with a house in Rancho Santa Fe…
“I was trying to figure out how much it was because the tip really shocked me,” Powers continued.
“‘How much it was’…?” Wright echoed.We’ve been through this…
“But that’s when something even more surprising happened!” Powers said. “The bellboy was putting the tip he got in his pocket. And that’s when I got my first good look at the guy’s face… I was really shocked!”
“Hmm…” the judge mumbled again. “I’m afraid I don’t follow at all.”
Wright pounded on his desk. “The defendant is a huge star,” he said. “He can afford to give generous tips, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Um, sure,” Powers said. “But giving him that much was maybe a little too much, I think…”
“Would you please clarify for the court,” Miles requested, “about how much would you say the defendant gave to the bellboy?”
“Honestly, I don’t know. I can’t even begin to guess.”
“And why is that?” the judge asked.
“Because he gave the bellboy a really, really fat roll of cash.”
“A ROLL OF CASH!?” Wright screamed in shock. The gallery began murmuring.Why are you so surprised, Wright? Judging by your reaction to the comment about the stitches, you already knew who this “bellboy” really was.
The judge banged his gavel. “Ah, well…” he commented. “How interesting… That certainly was a very generous tip, wasn’t it?”
“A very fat roll of cash…” Miles cut in. “That can hardly be called a ‘tip’, Your Honor!”
“Objection!” Wright shouted. “The defendant is a superstar!” He hit his desk. “That kind of tip is typical fare for people like him!”
“Objection!” Miles shouted back, striking his desk. “Are you saying that all superstars are super-spenders!? If I could receive large rolls of cash by simply bringing people things on trays… Then why on Earth would I stand around here prosecuting!?”
The judge banged his gavel. “Hmm, so supposing that roll of cash was not a tip…” he began, “then what was it?”
“Payment, Your Honor.”
Miles did his “evil smile.” Come now… even if every bill in that roll was a one, it would be a ridiculous tip…
“Isn’t it obvious?” he replied. “For the murder of Mr. Juan Corrida.”
“Then… Then the bellboy the witness saw…”
“Yes, he was the assassin.”
The gallery started up again, quickly silenced by three whacks of the judge’s gavel.
“H-Hold your horses now!” the judge exclaimed. “Mr. Edgeworth, you don’t have any proof of this… do you?”
“Have I ever been unprepared to support my claims, Your Honor?” Miles replied, indicating De Killer’s card. “I have here, the card Shelly de Killer left at the scene of the crime.”
“Shelly… de Killer…”
“He is the person the police’s special investigations team has been chasing for ages.” He paused to strike his desk for emphasis. “I am certain that the person the witness saw was this very assassin, Shelly de Killer!”
“R-Really!?” Powers stammered.
“What’s wrong, Mr. Powers?” the judge asked after a pause.
“No, nothing. Something just clicked in my head and I think I just figured something out!”
“Actually, I saw that bellboy again later on that night!”
“WHAAAT!?” Wright yelped. The gallery started up again, though the judge quickly silenced them.
“Mr. Powers!” the judge demanded. “Please testify! Tell us what you saw!”
“Yes, sir!” Powers responded. “Right away! This time, I was in that hallway because I had to go to the bathroom! And that’s when that bellboy I saw earlier came out of the room! Of course, when I say ‘room’, I mean Juan Corrida’s room! Now that I think about it, that bellboy did seem kinda out of place! Yeah! So he had to be the assassin! I’m sure of it! I mean…”
“Thank you very much,” Miles interrupted. “That is all we need for now.”
“Huh? But I’m not done. There’s still more…”
“Let us first establish that the bellboy was truly Mr. de Killer. Then we shall see.”
“Hmm…” the judge mumbled. “So the bellboy came out of the victim’s room… And if this bellboy really was the assassin… Then, I think the answer is fairly obvious.”
“That would be correct, Your Honor. Well, Mr. Wright. I believe it’s your turn… to entertain and make us laugh.”
“Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha,” Wright replied, an embarrassed look on his face.
“This is no laughing matter!” Mia snapped.
“Um… so what exactly was so ‘out of place’ about him?” Wright asked Powers.
“Wright, Wright, Wright,” Miles taunted. “Why the insipid grin?”
Wright hunched over and started sweating.You are right to sweat.
“Um, well, the bellboy was empty-handed,” Powers explained.
“Empty-handed?” Wright repeated.
“That bellboy was one of those room-service people, right? But he wasn’t pushing a cart and he wasn’t holding a tray either! You’d call that ‘a little strange’ too, wouldn’t you?”
“Hmm… I agree that it is a bit strange, Mr. Powers,” the judge said.
Wright pounded on his desk. “There is nothing strange or unusual about an empty-handed bellboy!” he insisted.
“But there really, really is!” Powers replied.
“There really, really isn’t!”
“Objection!” Miles barked. “If you two are done being schoolchildren… Bellboys are for room service. There is no reason for them to be empty-handed, ever.” Miles struck his desk. “Your Honor! I ask that the witness’ previous statement be supplanted with this new one.”
“I see,” the judge said. “Very well, this court recognizes and grants the prosecution’s request. Mr. Powers, if you could amend your testimony, please.”
“Y-Yes, sir,” Powers answered. “I thought it was kinda strange for a bellboy to come out of a guest’s room empty-handed!”
“Objection!” Wright yelled. “Mr. Powers.”
“You’re easily influenced by other people’s words, aren’t you? As soon as you heard that the bellboy might have been the killer, you got caught up in believing it must be true.”
“But… But… Isn’t he really suspicious!? He’s got all those stitches, and… and…”
Wright struck his desk, cutting Powers off. “So? A baseball has stitches! Are you saying all baseballs are suspicious because they have stitches!?”
Powers gulped.And here I was thinking Mr. Powers was the only one with logic problems here…
“Well, there’s also…” Powers continued, “I mean, what about him being empty-handed!?”
“I would like to ask the court to please take a look here,” Wright said, indicating a photograph of the crime scene.
“This is… the crime scene…” the judge commented.
“There is a wine glass sitting next to Mr. Corrida’s body. The liquid inside this glass is tomato juice. And now, if you would look at what is on top of the table in the lower right corner here… Anyone can clearly see that it is a tray with a bottle of tomato juice on it!” He paused to hit his desk. “The bellboy had just brought this to Mr. Corrida’s room. He left the tray in the room, which is why he was empty-handed when he left!”
“Aah!” Powers yelped.
“B-But!” the judge interrupted. “That would mean that the bellboy had seen and left a dead body in the room!”
“Ah, but can you prove that Mr. Corrida was already dead at that time?” Wright asked, shaking his head.
“Uh… M-Mr. Edgeworth!”
“…Yes?” Miles replied.
“I-I blame you for leading me down this route!”
“Heh heh heh,” Miles chuckled, doing his “evil smile.” “I’m terribly sorry… Witness. Isn’t there one more thing you would like to share with us?”
“I-Is there?” Powers replied.
“The bellboy was empty-handed… Or should I say empty-‘hand’ed? I recall you had something interesting to say about his hands…”
“Oh yeah! I almost forgot!”
“Huh?” Wright stammered. “Wh-What…?”
“That bellboy—he was wearing gloves!”
“Yeah, pitch black, leather ones. All the other bellboys don’t wear gloves like that, right?”
“Black leather gloves…” the judge muttered. “Why didn’t you mention them earlier!?”
“S-Sorry… It slipped my mind.”
Wright pounded on his desk. “So what if he had gloves?” he shouted, his voice wavering. “A lot of bellboys wear gloves!”
“Come on, Mr. Wright! That bellboy was wearing black leather ones!”
Wright hit his desk again. “So? A football is made of leather! Are you saying all footballs are suspicious because they are made of leather!?”
Powers gulped.Are you a lawyer or a politician, Wright!? Your logic is an embarrassment!
The judge banged his gavel.
“But that man…” the judge said. “He received a large roll of cash from the defendant. And then he was seen leaving the crime scene wearing black leather gloves. I don’t think that even someone like myself can believe he was just another bellboy…”
“Urgh…” Wright groaned.
“It seems that we have finally come to an understanding…” Miles said. “Now then, witness. Please continue with the rest of your testimony.”
“Oh yes, please tell us more,” the judge said.
“OK!” Powers replied, suddenly looking much more excited. He then got serious. “After leaving Juan’s room, the bellboy went and knocked on Matt’s door, just like that. He gave something to the person inside the room. Then the old guy just left, without even going into the room. After that, I went to the bathroom and then back to my seat.”
“So the bellboy, after leaving the crime scene, next went to the defendant’s room…?”
“Yeah. I kinda saw all that by accident…”
“Hmm… I think it’s safe to say that we can no longer consider this bellboy to be ‘normal’. Now then, let’s get started, shall we? Mr. Wright, your cross-examination, please.”
“Yes, Your Honor…” Wright sighed, visibly worried. “Is that what you saw while you were busy spying?” he asked Powers, managing to recover.
“E-Excuse me!?” Powers snapped. “I may be a poor, underpaid action star, but even I wouldn’t stoop to spying!”
“Well, I think the point is where did you watch all this from, Mr. Powers?” the judge asked.
“Oh, um, from the door of the bathroom with my left eye, in a sort of sneaky, spy-like…”
“Please,” Miles cut in, “does it really matter if he was doing it over or underhandedly? What did the bellboy do next? That’s all I care to know.”
“He gave something to the person inside the room.”
“Hold it!” Wright yelled, hitting his desk for emphasis. “I said, ‘Hold it!’”
“That’s better!” He paused to clear his throat. “What kind of statement is that!? Please elaborate and give us a few more details!”
“Oh, umm… OK…”
“So who took the ‘something’ the bellboy handed off?”
“Um, actually, I don’t know,” Powers admitted.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m sorry, but I only saw the person’s arm.”
“Only an arm…?” the judge confirmed.
“Then you’re saying you didn’t see the person’s face?” Wright pressed.
“Yeah,” Powers said.
“Well, it was Mr. Engarde’s room, correct?” the judge recalled. “So it could have only been Mr. Engarde himself, I’d say.”
“And then?” Miles asked. “What did the bellboy do after that?”
“Oh, so after he gave the person inside the room the thing…” Powers continued. “Then the old guy just left, without even going into the room.”
“Where did this bellboy go after he left Mr. Engarde’s room?” Wright asked.
“Hmm… He opened the door to Viola Hall, went in there, and who knows after that, right? After that, I went to the bathroom and then back to my seat.”
“Did you see anything strange, suspicious, or just out of the ordinary at that time?”
“Oh yeah, I saw that one thing!”
“There was this jittery alien with a ray gun… It was watching Juan’s door like some sort of stalker.”Thank God I wasn’t staying at that hotel… otherwise “it” would have been watching my door…
“…Um, I think we can forget about the alien…” Wright said. “Well, Mr. Powers’ testimony just now was just as vague as his first,” he commented, turning to Mia.
“It’s a little troublesome, isn’t it?” she agreed. “But I’m sure if you press him enough, everything will become clearer. Although, that just makes it harder on us, doesn’t it?”
“Ugh… Talk about a lose-lose situation.”
“After leaving Juan’s room,” Powers repeated, “the bellboy went and knocked on Matt’s door, just like that. He gave something to the person inside the room.”
“Hold it!” Wright shouted, pounding on his desk. “I said, ‘Hold it!’”
“Umm… OK.”I’ve heard rondos that are less repetitive than this trial…
“That’s better!” Wright said. He cleared his throat again. “What kind of statement is that!? Please elaborate and give us a few more details!”
“Oh, umm… OK…” Powers muttered.
“He gave ‘something’ to this person?”
“And what was this ‘something’?”
“Hah hah hah. If I remembered what it was, I wouldn’t be calling it a ‘something’, would I?”
“But this implies that something was removed from the scene of the crime!” the judge remarked. “Are you sure you really can’t remember, Mr. Powers?”
“Umm… I think it was something kinda small…”
“I would like to summarize the testimony up to this point, if you don’t mind,” Miles said. “When the bellboy left the crime scene, he immediately went to the defendant’s room. There, he handed a small item of some sort to the person inside. As for the person who received the item, all you could see was the person’s arm…”
“Yes, yes! It was just like that!”
“Mr. Edgeworth,” the judge cut in. “Is all this really that important?”
“Of course, Your Honor,” Miles replied. “I think this is of the utmost importance.” He paused to strike his desk. “This is when whatever was removed from the crime scene was handed over to the client!”
“Hmm… Mr. Powers, please try to remember what it was the bellboy handed off.”
“Um… Well, let’s see…” Powers stammered. “Hmm… I think it was… No…”
“If you remember, please add it to your testimony.”
“Y-Yes, sir. If I saw it again, I could say for sure, but I think it was some sort of wooden statue.”
“Objection!” Wright shouted. However, he didn’t continue.Yes, Wright?
Powers looked at Wright, who was still silent, both hands on his desk. The judge was trying to figure out who had shouted.
“What was the point of that pregnant pause!?” Miles roared.
“Where did that objection come from!?” the judge demanded. “Well, speak up!”
“Uh, it was me, Your Honor…” Wright said.
Mia whispered something to Wright, who responded in kind.
“Mr. Wright!” the judge barked. “If you have something to say, please spit it out!”
“Y-Yes, Your Honor,” Wright said. “Mr. Powers. The ‘something’ you saw…” He paused to take out what looked like a teddy bear. “Was it this item?”That’s that toy that we found at Engarde’s mansion…
“Oh, hey!” Powers exclaimed. “That’s it! That’s the something! Wow, Mr. Wright. You really figured it out.”
“Hmm, I recall we found this at Matt Engarde’s mansion…” Miles commented.
“At the d-defendant’s house!?” the judge blurted out. The gallery started up, though the judge banged his gavel to quiet them down. “What does this mean!?” he continued.
“It’s simple, your Honor. Shelly de Killer assassinated Juan Corrida in his room. And then he stole this wooden bear from the scene of the crime.”
“Then, the bear being found at Mr. Engarde’s mansion would mean…”
Miles struck his desk. “It goes without saying, Your Honor,” he said. “Mr. Matt Engarde is De Killer’s client!”
The gallery started up again, silenced somewhat by three whacks of the judge’s gavel. “Order! Order! Order!” he yelled. The gallery continued, albeit less loudly. “…I said ORDER!!!” He directed his gaze at Wright. “Mr. Wright. This is a most unfortunate turn of events for you.”
“Yeah…” Wright grumbled. “Sorry, Mia,” he said to his assistant. They continued back and forth for a bit, though Miles couldn’t make it out.
“Hmm… I think it is clear that there is no need for us to continue this trial,” the judge announced.I suppose you’ll next announce that there’s a continent to the west of Europe, Your Honor?
Wright pounded on his desk. “Your Honor!” he begged. “A minute, please!”
“Y-Yes, Mr. Wright?” the judge replied.
“There are still a few points left that we have not fully explored!”
“What are you trying to pull!?” Miles demanded.
“Oh… Well, we can’t have that,” the judge said. “Alright, Mr. Wright. What questionable point would you like to explore further?”
Wright hit his desk again. “Mr. Powers’ testimony, of course!”
“Huh?” Powers yelped. “I know that my testimony was kind of shaky, but—”
“Objection!” Miles interrupted. “Your inanity stupefies me, Mr. Wright.” I know you want to draw the trial out, but could you please do it without demanding that testimonies be repeated enough for a parrot to be able to recite them?
“We have already clarified all questionable points during the cross-examination just now!”
“Urk,” Wright grunted.
“Wasting time like this, calling the testimony questionable… I’d say it’s your head that’s questionable here!”
“Yes, I agree,” the judge said with a nod, writing down what was most likely a penalty for Wright. “The cross-examination went smoothly and there was nothing wrong with the testimony. Now then, I believe—”
“Hold it!” Wright yelled. “P-Please! Wait!”
“You are being very persistent today.”If you don’t have a good reason to keep going this time, I’m going to demand that you be held in contempt of court.
“I know my outburst just now was a little… questionable,” Wright said.
“Questionable indeed,” Miles agreed.
“But!” He paused to hit his desk again. “There really are some questionable points left to discuss, Your Honor!”
“What are you trying to pull!?”
“Oh… Well, we can’t have that,” the judge said. “Alright, Mr. Wright. What questionable point would you like to explore further?”
“There was one thing in Mr. Powers’ testimony that was very unclear,” Wright said. “And that is the identity of the person who received the bear! ‘He gave something to the person inside the room.’ ‘I’m sorry, but I only saw the person’s arm.’ As long as we don’t know who it was that took the bear, we can’t be sure of…”
“Aaaaaaaaaaaah!” Powers screamed, cutting Wright off. For a while, no one spoke.Everyone insists on wasting time, it seems…
“Wh-What is it, Mr. Powers!?” the judge finally asked. “If you’re going to scream like that, at least give us a good reason why!”
“O-Oh, yeah…” Powers said sheepishly. “Sorry. Actually… So… I remembered. Um… I remembered who took the bear…”
“Wha—!?” Wright yelped.
“Really!?” the judge asked.
“I mean, I only saw his arm…” Powers admitted, “But… But… The arm… It was the Nickel Samurai’s arm! I swear it!”
“YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING!!” Wright screamed.
“Are you sure of that, Mr. Powers!?” Miles demanded.
“Yeah!” Powers said. “I’m sure it was the Nickel Samurai!”
The gallery started up again, calmed down somewhat by three whacks of the judge’s gavel.
“Order! Order!” he shouted. He looked at Wright. “It looks like you’ve dug your own grave… yet again.”The only thing more repetitive than the cross-examinations…
“So the person who took in this little bear was the Nickel Samurai,” Miles said. “And, as we all know, Matt Engarde is the Nickel Samurai!”
The gallery was still quite noisy, though the judge did nothing this time.
“Thanks to the defense, we’ve made that all the clearer,” the judge said.
“What am I supposed to do now!?” Wright begged of his assistant. “Mia, help!”
“You don’t have time to act lost,” Mia replied. “You’ve got to find another angle to attack this from! Hurry!”
The judge banged his gavel. “Now,” he said, “I will bring this cross-examination to—”
“Hold it!” Wright shouted. “Your Honor!”
“Again, Mr. Wright? “We’ve already removed any and all questionable areas of this testimony.”
“It’s about time you were removed from this court, Mr. Wright,” Miles said.
Wright pounded on his desk. “There are… There are still questions left unanswered!”
“What are you trying to pull!?” Miles barked. Blast it! Now he has me repeating myself!
“Oh… Well, we can’t have that,” the judge said for the third time. “Alright, Mr. Wright. What questionable point would you like to explore further?”
Wright hit his desk again. “I think it’s fairly obvious that the bear itself is very questionable!” he insisted.
“The bear… Mr. Wright?”
“This was found at Mr. Engarde’s mansion. However, Mr. Engarde was arrested at the hotel that night! Which means that since the murder occurred, he has not had a chance to go home!”
“I think Your Honor has already figured out what I’m trying to say. It is not possible that it was Mr. Engarde who took this bear to his mansion!”
The gallery reached an intolerable level of noise, though the judge only required a single whack of his gavel to silence them.
“Wh-Why, that’s very true!” the judge acknowledged. “We didn’t consider that point, Mr. Wright! There was no way, timewise, for the defendant to have taken this bear home.”
“Objection!” Miles shouted. He shrugged, amused. “Your haven’t gotten the best of me yet, Mr. Wright.”
“Huh!?” Wright blurted.
“I remember it clear as day. I remember what you muttered to yourself at Engarde’s mansion. ‘I can’t believe it… That butler… All this time, he was De Killer…’ De Killer and Engarde were working together, so to speak.” Miles struck his desk. “And De Killer was hiding at Engarde Mansion… as its butler.”
“Wh-What a… bold move…” the judge commented.
“The bear figurine was brought back to Engarde Mansion by De Killer himself. When it looked like he was about to be arrested, Engarde had him do so. I assume because it would’ve been bad had the police found it during their investigation.”
“Well, Mr. Wright?” Miles taunted. “You’ve been quiet for a while now…”
“I think we’ve heard enough,” the judge said with a whack of his gavel. “We now know why this bear figurine was at the defendant’s mansion, as well as who it was that received the bear from the assassin in his room… Everything has become very clear. The client who hired the assassin to commit the murder was Mr. Matt Engarde! …I see no reason for this trial to continue. Therefore, I will now hand down my verdict!”
“Thank you, Your Honor, for understanding,” Miles said, taking a bow.I do not know what you will think of me for my indirect role in Maya’s death, Wright, but you should know by now that I will not let filth like Engarde escape justice.
“You see, Mr. Wright?” Miles continued. “You could not win against the truth, could you?”
“Any last objections, Mr. Wright?”
Wright was silent.
“I will now announce my ver—”
“Objection!” Wright interrupted.I think I know what you’re going to do. Say what you will; for Maya’s sake, I’ll play your game, but in the end, I will not allow one innocent life to be sacrificed to save another.
“Your Honor,” Wright said. “Right now, we have these two reasons to believe my client is a client of the assassin. Reason number one. He accepted the bear figurine from the assassin. Reason number two. That very same figurine was found at Engarde Mansion. However!” He paused to strike his desk. “It’s possible this is all the work of a certain other person!”
“What are you saying…?” the judge asked.
“What I am saying is, it’s possible a different person is De Killer’s real client!”
The judge banged his gavel to silence the gallery. “The ‘real’ client…?”
“Tsk, tsk,” Miles chuckled. “Is this all you have?”
“Now then, Mr. Wright,” the judge said. “Let’s hear your theory. Who do you say is the real client of De Killer, and therefore, the real murderer?”
“Take that!” Wright yelled, holding Adrian Andrews’s photo.
“Yes. We already know that she tried to frame Matt Engarde for the crime… By wearing a spare Nickel Samurai costume!”
“Ah!” Powers yelped. “Then… Then the ‘Nickel Samurai’s arm’ that I saw…”
“That could have very well been Ms. Andrews!” Wright insisted over the gallery’s comments.
“But what about Mr. Engarde?” the judge asked.
“If you would please recall yesterday’s testimony, the defendant was taking a nap during the break period.”
“That’s right… Then… finding this figure at Mr. Engarde’s mansion…?”
“It was a well-laid trap set by Ms. Andrews.”Wright, I hope you understand just what you are getting yourself into… If, despite my efforts, Ms. Andrews is indicted, you will have to live the rest of your life with the knowledge that you knowingly and willingly sent an innocent woman to her death for a crime she did not commit. You do not strike me as the kind of man who could handle such a burden… For Ms. Andrews’s sake and yours, I hope you abandon this path before it is too late…
“Mr. Edgeworth…” the judge said, calling Miles’s attention back to the present. “What is your opinion on this?”Other than that Wright is walking a very dangerous path in the wrong direction?
“I can’t even begin to count the flaws in the defense’s logic,” Miles said after a pause. “Besides which, there is no evidence to support it. However… I can’t fully discount its possibility either.”
“Hmm…” the judge mumbled.
The gallery was rather vocal in its complaints. Miles paid them little mind; he knew what they were saying.There is no justification for what you are doing, Wright. Save Maya, but send an innocent woman to her death while allowing Engarde to prosper… or lose Maya, but see justice done. I’ll play your game, Wright, but the price may well be your very soul…
The judge finally banged his gavel to quiet the gallery down.
“Order! Order! Order!” he bellowed, his voice starting to show signs of growing hoarse. “All disruptive parties will be forced to leave the courtroom!”
“Your Honor,” Miles called. “…For the benefit of the defense, I’m willing to play along with his ‘what if’ game.
“His ‘what if’ game, Mr. Edgeworth?”
“The prosecution is prepared to challenge the defense’s theory.”
Wright appeared surprised, but said nothing.
“Mr. Wright,” Miles continued. “Even you must have thought it strange and wondered, ‘Why would the criminal want this little wooden bear…?’”
“Why do you ask?” Wright replied. “Is there something special about it?”
“Absolutely. And I’m sure that once the court knows its significance, the true killer’s identity will become crystal clear.” Miles paused to strike his desk, turning his attention to the judge. “Your Honor! The prosecution calls upon a witness who will clear all doubts against Ms. Andrews.”
“And who would that be!?” the judge asked.
“It’s quite simple, Your Honor. Ms. Adrian Andrews herself.”
The gallery started up again, though the judge silenced them quickly. “I see… Well then, the court will take a short 10 minute recess. The prosecution will prepare its witness in that time.”
“Yes, Your Honor.”
The judge banged his gavel again.
“Is it over?” Ms. Andrews asked as Miles entered the prosecution lobby.
“No,” Miles replied. “As I predicted, your testimony will be required again.”
“What do you need me to testify about?”
“A bear figurine found its way from Mr. Corrida’s hotel room to the defendant’s house. As I understand, you bought that figurine for Mr. Corrida.”
“Do you have any idea why it was stolen, let alone why it was in the victim’s room for the award ceremony?”
“I only have my suspicions.”
“Would you mind sharing them with me?”
“…You know about Celeste’s missing suicide note, right?”
“Assuming it exists, yes. Supposedly, the victim hid it.”
“According to Juan, he hid the note in the bear… He was going to pose as Matt and read the note to the press.”
“So Mr. Engarde had the bear stolen so he could get rid of the note.”
“That’s what I think,” Ms. Andrews said.
“I see. Thank you. You will have to testify about that when court reconvenes.”
Ms. Andrews nodded, but didn’t respond. The lobby remained silent until Miles and Ms. Andrews were called back into the courtroom.
“Court will now reconvene,” the judge said with a whack of his gavel.
“De Killer, the man who murdered the victim, handed this to his client,” Miles said, holding the bear figurine. “From this, one obvious question arises. ‘Why this particular item?’ I believe the answer to that question will provide us with the name of the real criminal. Now then, the prosecution calls the defendant’s manager, Adrian Andrews, to the stand!” Ms. Andrews took the stand. “Currently, the witness is accused of tampering and obstruction of justice. However, you have been called to the witness stand today to ascertain who exactly is guilty of murder.”
“I understand,” Ms. Andrews said.
“Very good. Miles indicated the bear figurine. “Now, have you ever seen this bear before, Ms. Andrews?”
“Of course I have.”
“You have seen it before?” the judge asked.
“That’s right,” Miles said. “It’s only natural that the witness has.” He turned his attention back to the witness. “Ms. Andrews. Could you please enlighten the court to this bear’s secrets?”
“Alright,” she said. “Actually, this is an elaborate puzzle. If you know the correct order, it can be taken apart one piece at a time. At its center is a small cavity, with just enough room to store a small item. Because of its complexity, if you don’t know the order, you can’t open the bear. You really can’t tell that it’s a small ‘jewelry box’ just by looking at it.”
“So this figurine… it’s a container of sorts, is it…?” the judge asked.
“Yes. Looks can be deceiving, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Yes. This is superb craftsmanship.” The judge glanced at Wright. “…Oh, yes, I nearly forgot. You may begin your cross-examination, Mr. Wright.”
“It looks like there really was something to that bear after all,” Mia commented.
“A puzzle?” Wright asked Ms. Andrews.
“That’s right,” she replied.
“Hmm…” the judge mumbled, the bear in his hands. “But it looks like an ordinary figurine…”
“So what kind of puzzle is this exactly?” Wright asked.
“If you know the correct order, it can be taken apart one piece at a time,” Ms. Andrews repeated.
“So you can ‘take it apart’? And how would one go about doing that?”
“Well, you first turn its tail to the right and then push it in.”
“…Oh, yes, I see,” the judge said, doing just that.
“After that, the arms and legs are free to move and can be removed.”
“Ooh… This is most interesting…” The judge removed the arms and legs and continued examining the bear, apparently trying to figure out the next step.Part of me wants to raise an objection to the judge’s behavior, though I’m sure he’d overrule it…
“…Oh, don’t mind me,” the judge said, realizing that he was distracting the court. “Go ahead and carry on.”
“So what do you find after you take the puzzle apart?” Miles asked.
“At its center is a small cavity,” Ms. Andrews explained, “with just enough room to store a small item.”
“And how do you know about this…?” Wright asked.
“I know because I was the one who bought it.”
“It was a souvenir from when a friend and I went to Switzerland.”
“Then, this…” the judge cut in, still trying to take apart the bear, “this was a present from you!?”
“That’s right. It was a puzzle in the shape of a bear, so I thought it would be perfect for Juan.”
“Witness, let’s continue with your testimony,” Miles requested.
“Because of its complexity,” Ms. Andrews continued, “if you don’t know the order, you can’t open the bear.”
“So who exactly knew how to solve this puzzle?” Wright asked.
“Only the two of us, Juan and myself. It was a souvenir from Switzerland… So I doubt there are that many people with this same bear in this country.”
“But this looks like it can be easily broken,” the judge said. “Especially if someone wanted to get what was inside.”I can’t help but worry that he will accidentally demonstrate just how easily it can be broken…
“Well, it’s a toy,” Ms. Andrews explained. “But it can never be the same again once it’s been broken.”
“Who else knows that this bear is actually a small container, or ‘jewelry box’?” Wright asked.
“I never told anyone. And as long as Juan never told anyone either, then only the two of us knew…”
“The two of you, huh… Then of course that means Mr. Engarde didn’t know, right?”Considering his spying habits, I wouldn’t be surprised if he found out on his own…
Miles did his “evil smile.” “Well, Mr. Wright?” he called. “I think even you have come to realize…” He trailed off, letting Wright finish.
Wright seemed puzzled, however.
“That there is one very important fact we have uncovered, and that is this: This bear is actually a ‘jewelry box’.”
“Hmm…” the judge murmured.
“Now that we have agreed to this point, there is only one logical question that can come next. And that is this: What is inside this box?”
“That’s right. That’s what we are going to find out next.” Miles pointed at Ms. Andrews. “Witness.”
“Yes?” she replied.
“You are the only one who can open this. Please…”
The judge, with a hint of reluctance, gave the bear to the bailiff, who handed it over to Ms. Andrews. After a few minutes, she reached the box on the inside and opened it.
“I’ve opened it,” she announced, taking out a scrap of paper. “Is this what you wanted?”
“Wh-What is that?” the judge stammered. “It looks like a… note…”
“I don’t think we need to guess at what that is…” Miles said as the bailiff handed him the note. “Do we, Mr. Wright?”
Wright didn’t say anything.
“It’s the suicide note,” Miles continued.
“The suicide note?” the judge asked.
“The suicide note left by Juan Corrida’s former manager, Celeste Inpax. Until now, no one knew of its whereabouts… but just as we suspected, it was hidden. Hidden by the victim, Juan Corrida himself. It seems Celeste Inpax had very beautiful handwriting. And she just as beautifully signed her own name on this document. This is most definitely the note she left right before she committed suicide!”
The gallery started up, though the judge silenced them with a whack of his gavel.
“O-ORDER!” he roared. “Witness! Did you know about this…?”
“…Yes, I did,” Ms. Andrews admitted. “I heard all about it from Juan. When I discovered his body… I looked for the bear. I wanted to destroy the note before it became public. But… I couldn’t find it anywhere.”
“Because it had already been taken by De Killer,” Miles explained.
Mia said something to Wright, though Miles didn’t make it out, nor did he make out Wright’s response.
“Now then,” he continued, “I believe it is only appropriate the contents of this note be made known.”
“I can’t stop you, can I…?” Ms. Andrews sighed, audibly sad. “I went through so much… just to get my hands on it. And I was going to burn it… for her sake.”
“I’m deeply sorry, but I can’t allow you to persuade me to stop.” He handed the note to the bailiff. “Your Honor. If you could please read the contents of the note aloud.”
“Very well…” the judge said as he received the note. “‘I have shown nothing but kindness to others in my life. I never did anything wrong, yet I still suffered. I found love in a man that I thought would always hold me dear. However, I found that he was just using me, and when the time came, he cast me aside as though nothing I had done had managed to touch him. Rather than hate him, though, I chose to move on. In time, I found a better man, one who truly loved me. We were to be married. But then Matt intervened and drove even Juan to leave me. Save for my life, I have nothing that Matt cannot take from me, and I have realized now that there is nothing he will not take from me. I cannot live such a life, one in which everyone and everything I care about is kept from me. With my death, at least, he can no longer hurt me.’ …And that’s all Ms. Inpax had to say.”
The gallery’s reaction was easy to hear; many people were openly voicing their anger toward the defendant.
“There is one thing I would like to say here,” Miles said. “The prosecution has no interest in slandering Mr. Engarde.”
“Then… What…?” the judge asked.
“Our intention, Your Honor, is to establish a motive for murder. Isn’t that correct, witness?”
“Yes…” Ms. Andrews hesitated to reply. “On the night of the murder, Juan was going to make the contents of the note public. After the post-ceremony show… he was going to hold a press conference.”
“My word…” the judge commented.
“Matt Engarde values above all else,” Miles began, “his ‘refreshing like a spring breeze’ image. Which is why he had to stop this note from being made public…” Miles paused to strike his desk. “At any cost!”
The gallery’s outrage toward the defendant was clear, though Miles also heard some of the observers speaking ill of Wright for defending Engarde.
“There is no margin for doubt here,” Miles continued. “Mr. de Killer’s client’s goal was to obtain this suicide note. And the only person who needed this note that badly is the defendant. Let’s not forget that the bear with the note inside was found at the defendant’s house!”
The judge banged his gavel, silencing the gallery. “It seems that we have come to the truth at last,” he said. “The defendant’s motives were entirely selfish. He deserves no sympathy from anyone!”
“Urk…” Wright moaned.
“Why the hesitation, Phoenix?” Mia asked. “Gumshoe hasn’t called yet, so you know what you must do.”Don’t blame yourself for this, Wright. Engarde alone bears the blame for Maya’s death.
“The gavel is already in the judge’s hand!” Mia snapped at Wright. “Phoenix! Hurry!”
“Objection!” Wright screamed, striking his desk as the judge was preparing to bang his gavel again. “Please wait, Your Honor!”
The gallery started up again. Wright ignored them.
“I think Your Honor believes that Matt Engarde killed in order to obtain this note,” he continued.
“Yes, that is correct,” the judge said.
“But that seems a little strange. In fact, I think there is a contradiction here! This note was hidden by Mr. Corrida until the night of the murder. If that is the case… I say that Matt Engarde could not have known what was written on this note!”
“Oh! I didn’t think of it that way…”
“Exactly. But I did think of it that way, and I thought it was rather strange.” Wright paused to hit his desk. “No one in their right mind would kill for a note without first knowing what it said!”
The gallery started up again, albeit without their earlier anger toward Wright and Engarde. Three whacks of the judge’s gavel were sufficient to silence them again.
“Order! Order! Order!” he yelled. “Y-You make a valid point, Mr. Wright! Mr. Edgeworth! What is your opinion!?”And I was willing to let the whole spying matter go…
Miles took a bow. “I believe a show of appreciation is in order,” he said.
“The defense seems to be in love with wishing more despair upon itself.” Miles paused and took out a spy camera and a bug sweeper. “I would like to direct the court’s attention to this.”
“What is that…?”
“It is a very small video camera, Your Honor. This type of camera is commonly used as a means of spying.”
Wright had a confused look on his face behind all the sweat running down it.
“Matt Engarde and the victim both thought of the other as their biggest rival,” Miles stated. “They even went so far as to use this type of item to find each other’s weaknesses!”
“And…?” the judge asked.
Miles hit his desk. “The victim, Juan Corrida, was being spied on! His personal life was being watched by none other than Matt Engarde!”
The gallery started up yet again, and the judge yet again banged his gavel to silence them.
“Order!” he shouted. “Oooooorder!! Ahem!” He glared at Wright. “Mr. Wright!”
“Y-Yes, Your Honor?” Wright stammered.
“You… Don’t tell me you knew about your client’s spying activities!?”
“Well… sort of…”
“‘Sort of’ is not an acceptable answer, Mr. Wright!”
“I see you are confused, Mr. Wright,” Miles cut in, stating the obvious. “You’re probably thinking, ‘But I have the camera that was in the stuffed bear’s eye…’ But this camera that I have is not that same one. Last night, I searched the victim’s house on a hunch…” He held out the bug sweeper. “Using this… By the way, Mr. Wright. The defendant’s fingerprints were found on this camera.”
“Matt Engarde’s fingerprints were on there!?” the judge yelped.
Mia said something to Wright, who didn’t respond.
“I think this is the end,” Miles said. “It’s fairly obvious that Mr. Engarde learned of the suicide note through this. He was watching the victim all along.”
Mia and Wright said several things back and forth, though Miles couldn’t make out what they were saying over the gallery’s complaints.
“Alright, I think this time we finally understand everything,” the judge said with a whack of his gavel. He looked to Wright. “Well, Mr. Wright? You don’t have any further objections, do you?”
Wright pounded his desk. “…I have an objection, Your Honor,” he said weakly.
Miles smirked. “Hmph,” he scoffed. “That was about the weakest objection I’ve every heard, Mr. Wright.”
“Objection!” Wright yelled, his voice echoing. “Your Honor! The defense has no intentions of letting this go so easily!”When do you?
“You are beginning to sound desperate…” the judge commented.In other news, the world is round.
“That’s just your imagination, Your Honor!” Wright insisted. He looked at Miles. “Mr. Edgeworth. This is not like you at all.”What? What are you blathering about?
“In your eagerness to prove your point,” Wright continued, his confidence returning, “you’ve forgotten one very important thing.”
“Hey, isn’t that what I just said?” Mia commented to Wright.
“So, you’re telling me that I forgot something?” Miles confirmed.
“You’re so close, Mr. Edgeworth…” Wright said. “But there’s something you should really examine about this piece of evidence!” Wright indicated Ms. Inpax’s suicide note.
“That is… Ms. Inpax’s suicide note, right?” the judge asked.
“Hmm… Who knows?”Of course…
“I mean, sure, this ‘suicide note’ was found inside this bear,” Wright continued. “But this bear was in my possession until a few moments ago. Which means…” He paused to pound on his desk. “The handwriting on this ‘suicide note’ has yet to be analyzed!”
“Oh…” the judge muttered.Damn it!
“So!” Wright barked. “As to whether this pivotal piece of evidence was really written by Ms. Inpax or not…” He hit his desk again. “Has yet to be even remotely confirmed!”
The gallery started up, though the judge quieted them down with a few whacks of his gavel.
“M-Mr. Wright!” the judge stammered. “You can’t seriously be suggesting…”
“Mr. Wright!” Ms. Andrews interrupted. “You… Are you saying this suicide note is a fake!?”How the hell could you know that, Wright!?
“Ms. Andrews…” Wright called. “You were the one who tried to pin this murder on Mr. Engarde. Who’s to say you didn’t create a fake ‘suicide note’ and put it into this bear!?”
“H-How dare you!?”
“Objection!” Miles shouted, striking his desk. “Your Honor. The defense is indiscriminately accusing the witness again! There is no evidence linking the witness to the suicide note whatsoever!”
“Objection!” Wright barked back, also hitting his desk. “But if this is a fake, then the witness is the only person who could have made it!”
“Recall the witness’ testimony concerning this figurine! The only person other than the victim who could solve the puzzle is the witness herself!”
“Ahh!” Ms. Andrews yelped.
“Ms. Andrews!” Wright shouted, hitting his desk yet again. “You wrote this note, didn’t you? You wrote it so you could use it to frame Matt Engarde!”
“I… I did no such thing!”
“Objection!” Miles yelled. “Wright! If you’re going to pronounce this suicide note a fake…” He paused to hit his desk. “Then show this court some evidence to support your theory!”
“Objection!” Wright shouted back. “Mr. Edgeworth! You were the one who presented this scrap of paper as evidence!” He struck his desk. “That means the burden of proof lies with you, the prosecution!”
“That’s enough!” the judge cut in, banging his gavel. “Mr. Edgeworth. Can you confirm the handwriting on this suicide note…?”
“It is as the defense has stated!” Miles growled, slouching over his desk. “The handwriting has yet to be analyzed!”
“If that’s the case… It seems that yet again we have reached a point where a verdict is impossible.”
“Imposs… That’s impossible!”
The gallery started murmuring.
“I didn’t want to have to do this, but I don’t have a choice,” the judge said, shaking his head. “I request that both the prosecution and defense further investigate…”
The gallery was in an uproar. Anything the judge had left to say was cut off by their complaints. Regular cries of “Guilty!” rang out.
An electronic version of the Steel Samurai theme suddenly started playing loudly.
“Wh-What is that sound!?” the judge roared over the gallery’s veritable chant of “Guilty.”
Wright picked up his cell phone.Are you seriously reduced to using a cell phone call to draw out the trial!?
“Hello!?” Wright almost screamed into his phone. “Gumshoe!?”Oh.
“Where’s Maya!?” Wright demanded. “What happened to De Killer!?” Gumshoe’s response was inaudible. “WHAT!?” “A-Anyway, what’s going on!?”
Mia muttered something, implying she could hear what Gumshoe was saying.
“But…” Wright whimpered. After a moment, he held up the phone. “Do you hear that!” he said after bringing the phone back down to his ear. “They’re calling for his head!” There was a long pause. Miles thought he heard Gumshoe say something. “Wh-What is it!?” “I-I can’t do that!”
The judge banged his gavel. “Mr. Wright!” he shouted. “Would you please get a hold of yourself!?”
“Y-Yes, Your Honor,” Wright said, putting the phone down.
“I am about to end today’s proceedings. You may take your phone calls after…”
“Hold on, Your Honor!” Wright shouted, hitting his desk. He threw the phone to Miles. “Edgeworth! Catch! Take that!”
“Mr. Edgeworth!?” Gumshoe cried as Miles caught the phone.There’s only so far you can push me…
“Please!” Gumshoe begged. “You’ve got to buy us some more time!”
“Court is in session,” Miles said after a pause, ending the call. He looked to the judge. “I’m sorry, Your Honor. You were saying?”
“Mr. Wright!” the judge snapped. “This is a court of law!”
“I’m sorry, Your Honor!” Wright squealed. “But…!”
The judge cut him off with a whack of his gavel. “I am reluctant to do this, however… It appears that I have no choice but to suspend proceedings until tomorrow!”
Wright collapsed.Maya probably won’t survive another day…
“Court is now adjourned for the day!” the judge announced as the gallery started up again.
“Objection!” Miles shouted. “Please wait, Your Honor.”
“Wh-What is it, Mr. Edgeworth?”
“I humbly request another 30 minutes of Your Honor’s time.”
“For what purpose?”
“We can perform the necessary tests on this piece of evidence in that time!”
“Hmm… But can you really obtain your results in 30 minutes?”
“I believe we can, Your Honor.”
“But wouldn’t it be better if we adjourned for today and then reconvened tomorrow…?”
“Thirty minutes,” Miles said sternly, hitting his desk. “Please, Your Honor. That’s all I am asking for.”
“Please!” Wright pleaded, pounding on his own desk. “Your Honor!”
“…Very well,” the judge said. He banged his gavel. “At the prosecution’s request, this court will now take a 30 minute recess. But be advised that I will not allow another recess today. The court will now take its final recess of the day!” He banged his gavel again.
Miles escorted Ms. Andrews back to the prosecution lobby without a word, then walked quickly to the defendant lobby.
“Wright!” he called as he burst in. “Well!? What’s going on with Maya’s situation!?”
“De Killer…” Wright managed to say. “It looks like he got away again. Thirty minutes…? We can’t find her in that time…”
“Unnngh…”I had a feeling it would end this way, but how should I break it to
Miles’s train of thought was derailed by Wright’s phone ringing. The screen displayed Gumshoe’s number.I forgot I even had the damned thing…
“Report!” Miles ordered as he answered the phone. Wright hovered close to Miles so he could hear what Gumshoe had to say.
“Ah!” Gumshoe yelped. “I-Is that Mr. Edgeworth1?”
“We don’t have time! Just spit it out!”
“R-Right! It looks like we just missed them, sir. But De Killer left a few things behind by accident in his rush to get away.”
“A few things…?”
“Can we use any of them as evidence?” Wright asked.
“Ho ho ho,” Gumshoe chuckled. “I thought you’d ask, pal! I’ve got the things he left with me right now and I’m on my way over!”
“That’s odd,” Miles commented. “Any items like that are usually sent to the crime lab first…”
“We don’t have time to wait for those guys, sir!” Gumshoe snapped. “When those guys weren’t looking, I swiped the stuff and ran!”
“Well… I’m not a detective anymore, so I had to… I’m really sorry, sir, but I’ve got to put the law on hold for now! With my hunk of junk car, I’d say I’ll be there in about 20 minutes, sir! Don’t worry! I’ll be there! Wait for me!”
“A-Alright… Just get there in one piece.”
“I’m on a mission and no one can stop me now, sir! No one! I’m pulling out all the stops and running every red light!”Gumshoe, if these things help, I’ll make sure to clear up any problems the department will have with what you’re doing…
A loud crash resounded over the phone.
“Hey!” Miles barked. “What’s wrong!? Detective Gumshoe! Answer me!”
“…No one can stop…” Gumshoe said over loud static. “I’m…”
The phone cut off, beeping.
“Wh-What happened?” Wright asked.
“It sounded like he had an accident,” Miles said. “I’m guessing his cell phone broke as well.”
“Wh-What was he thinking?? We’ve got to hurry and call for help!”
“But we have no idea where he is. His cell phone is broken, and he wasn’t driving a patrol car, so no radio either. Also… If we don’t get to those items before they do, the police will take possession of them.”
“No! We can’t let that happen!”
“Well, if there is a way we can find out where he is, then we stand a chance…”But I don’t see how we could reach him…
“That’s right!” Wright recalled. “There is a way!”
“What!?” Miles grunted. “How!?”
“I’m sure we can find out where Detective Gumshoe is through this…!” He took out Franziska’s photo.I’ll choose not to ask why you have a picture of her…
“Why are you bringing up Franziska at a time like…” Wait… wasn’t she tracking him?
“Oh, I see! I’ll try to get in contact with her. The chances are slim, but she’s all we have…”
“Edgeworth…” Wright muttered.
“What is it?”
“I don’t have any right to judge anyone ever again…”Now is not the time for this, Wright.
“I know my client is guilty,” he continued. “But what I’m doing now… I’m pinning the guilt onto someone totally innocent, and using the evidence to do so…”You can curse yourself after the verdict is read, Wright. You can curse me, too, if you want.
“It might be my turn to say, ‘Defense Attorney Phoenix Wright chooses death’…” he said.
“Wright,” Miles snapped. “It doesn’t suit you to cry useless tears. Whether you did your job well or not… That can only be seen after the verdict has been decided.”
“Is Prosecutor Edgeworth here!?” the bailiff called.
“Yes, bailiff?” Miles replied.
“There’s a phone call for you, sir. They said it was extremely urgent.”
“They’re probably finished with the handwriting analysis,” Miles explained to Wright. “I have to go take this call. In the mean time, think hard about what it is you must do.”
Miles left and returned to the prosecution lobby. The telephone receiver was sitting off the hook on the couch.
“This is Edgeworth,” Miles said, picking the receiver up.
“Mr. Edgeworth, we have the results from the handwriting analysis,” a voice on the other end said.
“The handwriting appears to be that of the victim, Mr. Juan Corrida.”
“WHAT!?” Miles slumped onto the couch.
“A-A more detailed analysis has yet to be carried out, but we are certain that this note was not written by Ms. Inpax.”
“I see… What about Ms. Andrews?”
“What about her, sir?”
“Is there any possibility that she wrote the suicide note?”
“No, sir. The note does not resemble her handwriting in the slightest.”
“Very well,” Miles said. “Please have the note returned to court. Considering the circumstances, a more detailed analysis will not be necessary.”
Miles hung up, then took out his cell phone and called Franziska.
“What do you want?” Franziska demanded as she answered the phone.
“There are some important pieces of evidence that Gumshoe just recovered,” Miles said.
“Are you just calling to gloat, Miles Edgeworth!?”
“Please let me finish. Gumshoe was on his way to the courthouse when he got in an accident. We have no way to find him… and if we can’t get the evidence here quickly, the trial will end prematurely.”
“And why are you telling me this?”
“Because you have a way to find him. We need your help, Franziska. You’re the only person who can deliver that evidence now.”
“You take my case from me, and now you want me to deliver evidence for you?”
“This evidence may well be what gets Engarde convicted in the end. If he is found guilty, it will ultimately be thanks to you.”
“He would have been convicted sooner had I prosecuted,” Franziska spat.So much for the flattery approach…
“Would you have a scheming killer like Engarde go free just because you were not the one to prosecute him? As things stand, Adrian Andrews will probably be convicted in his stead if this evidence is not delivered. This isn’t just about you or me, Franziska. As prosecutors, it’s our duty to make sure the guilty are convicted and justice is served. However you think you may have insulted your profession by being defeated in court, know that it would be a far greater insult to stand by and do nothing when you are the only person who can keep an innocent person from being convicted. If Ms. Andrews is convicted, her blood will be on the hands of many people, you among them. Would you allow this to happen just to satisfy a grudge against me and Wright?”
Franziska didn’t respond for a while.
“Franziska!” Miles called.
“I’ll do it,” she replied. “Don’t forget what I’m doing for you.”
“I won’t. And don’t think it’s for myself that I’m asking you to do this.”
“Don’t let a verdict be read until after I’ve arrived.” Franziska hung up.Thank God… With luck, the evidence won’t be necessary, but knowing the way things work out when Wright is involved…
“Mr. Edgeworth!” a patrolman called. He was holding a two-way radio. “Someone arrived a moment ago and asked for this to be delivered to you. They said it relates to the case.”
“How so?” Miles asked.
“They said to turn it on…”
“Well, what are you waiting for? You’re the one holding it.”
The patrolman turned on the radio after setting it down. For a moment, there was no response.
“Is this the prosecutor in Mr. Matt Engarde’s trial?” a voice asked over the radio.
“Yes,” Miles replied. “What is this about? Who are you?”
“Please excuse me for not remembering my manners, but I am not in a position to disclose my proper name. You may call me Shelly de Killer.”
“De Killer!?” Miles motioned for the patrolman to leave.
“You know of me, yes, Mr. Prosecutor?”
“Are you calling to taunt me!?”
“I am simply offering my assistance in bringing this trial to an end. …Or has it already ended?”
“No verdict has been given yet.”
“Then allow me to rectify that problem. My client, you see, has done something that I cannot tolerate.”
“Explain. I have difficulty believing there is much a professional murderer would consider below him.”
“I have my honor, Mr. Prosecutor. Though I cannot expect a man of pure law and good such as yourself to understand, there are certain things my clients are expected to do in exchange for my services. My client has overstepped his boundaries and attempted to implicate someone else in the murder of Juan Corrida.”
“Are you going to tell me that the earth orbits the sun next? What’s your point?”
“My point is that I no longer feel obligated to protect my client,” de Killer explained. “As such, I am willing to testify to the court as to his identity—provided this radio’s signal is not traced. I do not believe I have to explain to you what kind of a man Mr. Engarde is.”
“You need not. However, there is something that will need to be established if you are to testify: that you are, in fact, Shelly de Killer.”
“Please excuse me for a moment.”What could that be about?
“My apologies for the wait,” de Killer said. “I recognize your voice, Mr. Prosecutor. You were there when I called Mr. Wright last night.”
“What of it?” Miles asked.
“You don’t need to feign ignorance, Mr. Prosecutor. I’m sure Mr. Wright has told you that I have a hostage. You have certainly pressed your luck with me. Imagine what could have happened…”
“Ugh…” Maya groaned over the radio.
“Taunt me some other time, de Killer,” Miles spat. “I accept that you are who you claim to be.”
“Please contact me again when I am needed,” de Killer said. The signal stopped.I suppose I should be thankful that Maya will be safe… After all, if de Killer is willing to turn on his client, he has nothing to lose from Engarde being convicted. Still… It would probably be better if this could end without his help. Not to mention I haven’t had a chance to tell Wright that Maya’s—
“Mr. Edgeworth!” the bailiff called. “You’re needed in court!”I guess Wright will have to find out the hard way… This is not going to be pleasant…
“Court will now reconvene,” the judge said with a whack of his gavel. “I assume both sides are ready?”
“Y-Yes, Your Honor…” Wright stuttered, visibly worried about how things were going to turn out.
“Y-Yes, Your Honor…” Miles said through gritted teeth, furious at the thought of having to rely on an assassin to get Engarde convicted.
“…I can understand the defense acting like this,” the judge commented, “however, why do you also seem distraught, Mr. Edgeworth!?”
“I… that is…” Calm down. We’re finally at the end.
Miles stood up straight and gradually exhaled through his nose. “It’s nothing, Your Honor.”
Miles thought he heard Mia say something.
“Now then, Mr. Edgeworth,” the judge said. “If you could please tell the court the results of the handwriting analysis on Ms. Inpax’s suicide note…”
“Y… Yes, Your Honor,” Miles replied. “Unfortunately… We have discovered that this suicide note is a forgery.”
“What!?” Wright snapped.
“What do you mean, Mr. Edgeworth!?” the judge demanded.
“This… This note was not written by Ms. Inpax herself!” Miles stated, striking his desk in annoyance. “It is a fake!”
The gallery began murmuring again, though the judge was quick to respond with three whacks of his gavel.
“Order! Order! Order!” he shouted. “Mr. Edgeworth! Would you care to explain what is going on!? If this was not written by Ms. Inpax, then who wrote it!?”
“We would need more time to do a more detailed analysis,” Miles answered, “however… It appears that the handwriting matches that of the victim, Mr. Juan Corrida.”
“Mr. C-Corrida…?” Wright stammered. Mia said something, though Miles didn’t bother with it.
“However!” Miles continued, striking his desk for emphasis. “Your Honor. Even though this suicide note is indeed a fake, Mr. Engarde could not have known that, and so that facts remain unchanged!” Urk… “fact remains”, not “facts remain”…
“Acting under the assumption that it was real, he had plotted to possess it!”
“Hmm… That does sound very plausible,” the judge agreed.It wasn’t as I had hoped, but it appears this is sufficient to put an end to this accursed trial…
“Hmm… Actually,” the judge said, “there is something I would like to ask. Mr. Edgeworth. You had stated something earlier to the effect of the defendant had spied on Mr. Corrida’s private life…”Damn it! How could I have not realized that!?
“I believe this would mean that he would have known about the note as well…?” the judge continued.
“Yes, and so naturally…” Wright added, pausing to pound on his desk, “This means Mr. Engarde would have known that the note was a fake!”
“Uungh!” Miles grunted.
The gallery started up, though the judge banged his gavel and quieted them down.
“Order! Order!” he yelled. He then glared daggers at Wright. “See here, Mr. Wright!”
“…Um, yes Your Honor?” Wright squeaked, sweating.
“I was the one who thought of the spying thing! Jumping in and stealing my thunder like that is simply… I can’t even describe it!”
“Ah, yes… Sorry…”
“I could’ve even bragged about embarrassing Mr. Edgeworth to my grandchild had you not… For that, I assign you a penalty, Mr. Wright!”
“Whaaaaa!?”Of all the things to assign a penalty for…
“So then,” the judge said with a whack of his gavel, “the defendant knew this suicide note was a fake. And if that’s true, then the situation has suddenly changed in a very dramatic way.”
“Exactly, Your Honor!” Wright agreed. “The prosecution’s theory as to what Mr. Engarde’s motive for murder was… It has suddenly disappeared into thin air!”
“But Your Honor!” Miles countered. “It’s not as if Mr. Engarde monitored Mr. Corrida 24 hours a day!” He struck his desk. “Perhaps the victim wrote that note in a place Mr. Engarde didn’t know of!”
“Well, right back at you, Mr. Edgeworth! Why don’t you show us some proof that the victim made the forgery at an unknown place!?”
The gallery again started up. The judge banged his gavel.
“Order! Order! Order!” he shouted before turning to Miles. “…Mr. Edgeworth. It looks like this time, it is you who has dug his own grave.”
“Unnnngh…” Miles growled. “As I figured…”
“Huh? …As you figured…?”
“As I figured… It came down to this after all…”
“Mr. Edgeworth, you are not making any sense…”
“When I heard the results of the handwriting analysis, I thought this might happen. The question is… ‘What next?’”
“What next…??” Wright echoed.
“If the prosecution can’t prove Mr. Engarde’s motive through the evidence, then we must prove it through another angle.”
“Well, I agree with you there…” the judge said.
“Your Honor. The prosecution… would like to call a witness to the stand at this time…”
“Oh. Well, that’s fine.”
“However… this witness… This witness is a little… unusual…”I can’t believe I have to do this…
“Unusual?” the judge asked. “Well, what sort of witness is this person, Mr. Edgeworth?”
“This witness is one who is perfectly fit to answer once and for all the question of, ‘Who was it that hired Shelly de Killer to commit murder?’” Miles explained.
“That’s impossible!!” Wright yelped. “Who in the…!? No such person exists who can answer that question with such certainty!”
“Y-Yes!” the judge stammered. “Mr. Edgeworth! Who is this witness!?”
“It is…” Miles stuttered. “It’s… um…”
“Yes!? Go on! Who is it!?”
Miles struck his desk. “The man himself… Mr. Shelly de Killer.”
“Oh, Mr. de Killer. … W-W-Waaaaait!! Shelly de Killer!?” The gallery started up, though the judge ignored them for once. “Um, you mean… The killer? Err… I mean the assassin?”
“Yes… Your Honor.”
“He’s coming here? To the witness stand…?”
“Well, yes, in a manner of speaking… I recognize that this is a very unusual circumstance, so I ask for your permission.”
“Hmm… Well, Mr. Wright?” the judge asked, turning to Wright.
“Y-Yes?” he replied.
“Is this alright with you?”
“The defense has no objections, Your Honor.”
“I wonder if it really is alright to do this…?”
Miles struck his desk. “Very well then,” he said. “The prosecution calls our witness to the stand!”
The bailiff took the radio to the stand, turned it on, and set it down on the edge.
“Now then, witness,” Miles said, not entirely sure if the radio would pick up his voice at such a distance. “…Um, your name… and your, uh… occupation, please.”
“Very good, sir,” de Killer replied over the radio. “My name is Shelly de Killer, and I am a professional assassin.”
“I… I say!!” the judge barked. “Wh-What is going on here!?”
“Your Honor?” Miles asked.
“How can you remain so calm? And what is the meaning of this two-way radio…?”
“Actually, Your Honor, it was delivered to me just now… And it came with a condition. As long as we do not trace its source, Mr. de Killer will testify to the court.”
“Oh no, this will not do. I cannot allow this in my court. First of all, we can’t even be sure this is really Mr. de Killer himself!”
“Witness,” Miles said to de Killer. “Please present some sort of proof that you are in fact Shelly de Killer.”
“I understand,” de Killer answered. “Please wait a second.”
“I’m… sooo… hungry…” Maya moaned over the radio.
“M-M-Maya!” Wright stammered.
“Maya!” Mia cried.
“A… A voice!” the judge exclaimed. “Mr. Wright! Can you confirm anything from this!?”
Wright pounded on his desk. “The defense has no objections to this person!” he shouted, pointing at the radio. “We are satisfied that this man is indeed Shelly de Killer!”
“It looks like we have run into yet another unexpected turn of events…” He paused to bang his gavel. “Well, it doesn’t seem like we have too many choices under these circumstances, so…”
“…Now then, witness,” Miles called. “There is one thing I would like to confirm before we speak of anything else.”
“And what would that be?” de killer asked.
“At the request of a client, you killed Mr. Juan Corrida. Is this correct?”
“… It is as you say. I did indeed kill Mr. Corrida.”
“Now that we have answered that, let’s move on to the name of your client!”
“…Very well.”And make sure you give Maya something to eat when this is over!
“This is all just a bad dream…” the judge said to himself. “Yes, that’s it, a bad dream…”How I wish it was…
“There is something I must first state,” de Killer testified. “To an assassin, nothing is more important than the trust between a client and himself. And that is the reason I am here today on this witness stand. It is my wish that you grasp this concept before I give the name of my client.”
“Hmm, Mr. de Killer seems to be a very clever man,” the judge commented. “I’d almost say he seems to be mocking us.”
Miles did his “evil smile.” “While he may appear to be our enemy, Your Honor, Mr. de Killer is only stating the truth. He is no hypocrite. He has always stood by this one belief.” Though I think anyone would prefer a hypocrite to a murderer…
“You mean about this ‘trust between his clients and himself’ thing? Hmm, it seems to be a level of trust beyond what people like me can comprehend.” He looked at Wright. “…Well, Mr. Wright? Are you ready to cross-examine the witness?”
“Yes, Your Honor,” Wright said. Mia said what must have been some words of encouragement, though Miles didn’t make them out. “The trust between you and your client…?” Wright repeated to de Killer.
“I provide my services in a fast and efficient manner,” de Killer said. “In exchange, I trust that my clients are discreet about me and my identity. If too many people knew my face, it would be quite troublesome.”
“And that is why you’re testifying in this manner?” the judge asked.
“This is the first time one of my clients has ever been accused of murder. I must preserve the de Killer name so my clients can trust me.”
“But couldn’t someone stab you in the back and break your trust?” Wright asked.
“It has never happened before, but if it ever did…”
“That person wouldn’t be my client for very long. They would certainly…”
“Th-That’s enough!” the judge interrupted. “Please, no more!”
“Very well. It was only a hypothetical anyway.”
“That seems a little strange to me…” Wright said. “I mean, you’re about to tell us the name of your client. I would think that this would be very bad for them.”
“It doesn’t matter to me,” de Killer replied. “This client has already broken the rules and acted outside of their prescribed role.”
“Their role…?” the judge asked.
“This person tried to implicate another of the crime in order to save themselves. And this is a trespass that cannot be forgiven.”
“You… Who gave you the right to be so high and mighty…!?”
“To the gentleman who spoke just now… Excuse me, but would you care to die?”
“Ah, no! No! I, uh, didn’t say anything!”
“The trust between you and your client…?” Wright repeated.
“I provide my services in a fast and efficient manner,” de Killer explained again. “In exchange, I trust that my clients are discreet about me and my identity. These are the roles and duties an assassin and his client are to carry out.”
“I’m sorry, but I was wondering about something you just said. You said that your client had already ‘broken the rules’…”
“A person who frames another is the worst kind of human.”
“And that’s why you feel you can betray this person?”
“I have no trust relation with a client who can’t understand their assigned role. Now then, everyone. Do you think you can understand my logic? If you can’t then I’m afraid we can’t proceed…”
“Everyone understands your point, I think. Really.”
“In that case… I believe I am prepared to disclose the information you seek.”
“You have made it crystal clear that you value trust over all else,” Miles said. “I believe we are ready.”
“…Excellent,” de Killer said. “Now then, I do believe it’s about time I revealed the name of my client, don’t you agree?”
Wright pounded on his desk, but said nothing.
“What is it?” the judge asked.
Wright was still silent, clearly hesitant. Don’t worry, Wright. Maya is safe.
“If you can’t ask it, Mr. Wright, then I will,” Miles said. He pointed at the radio. “Witness!” He paused to strike his desk. “What is the name of your client who requested the murder of Mr. Juan Corrida!?”
“That person’s name is…” De Killer paused. “…Adrian Andrews…”
“Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!?!?” Miles, Wright, and the judge screamed simultaneously.
“Objection!” Miles roared. “W-Witness!!” He struck his desk again. “That’s not who you told me it was earlier!”
“Pray tell, what are you talking about, Mr. Prosecutor? I should think I know my own client, and it is Adrian Andrews.”
“Whaaaaaaaat!?!?” You bastard! I’ve met politicians who are more honest than you are!
“Th-This can’t be! On the phone earlier…” You just… Argh! No word in any language I know can describe how despicable you are!
“Objection!” Miles barked. “This… This is outrageous! I was deceived!” He pounded on his desk. “This witness is telling a very serious lie!”
“B-But you were the one who summoned this witness!” the judge stammered.
“Grk! Grr… Y-You… Shelly de Killer…!”
“My testimony is the truth,” de Killer said calmly over the gallery’s murmurs. “The defendant at the moment is Matt Engarde, am I correct? All I wish to do is help procure his acquittal.”
“H… Hmm…” the judge grumbled. He paused to bang his gavel. “The prosecution has failed to provide a motive and has instead, provided this suicide note, which is a forgery created by the victim. Furthermore, there is a possibility the defendant himself knew it was a fake. But most definitive of all, we have heard from the assassin himself; the name of his client. Mr. de Killer’s client who requested the murder was not the defendant at all!”
“…No…” Miles gasped.
“With all this evidence, it is obvious to me that this means that Mr. Matt Engarde… Is innocent!”
“I seem to have caused you all a bit of confusion,” de Killer said. “Please, continue your discussion, and call me when you have reached a verdict.”
“Bailiff!” the judge called with a whack of his gavel. “Please bring Ms. Adrian Andrews in immediately!”
“What now?” Mia asked Wright. “With the way this is going, Engarde will be found innocent. This may be our last chance… to save Maya…”Grr… And if de Killer was plotting to implicate Ms. Andrews, that means he will still kill Maya if Engarde is convicted…
“Yeah… But…” Wright stammered. “But Edgeworth is right. De Killer is lying! And Engarde… my client… I know he’s guilty!”
“Who would’ve believed that the prosecution’s own witness would absolve the defendant!?” the judge exclaimed with another whack of his gavel.
“Your Honor!” Miles barked, striking his desk. “The prosecution requests permission to further question the witness! Shelly de Killer is certainly lying under oath!”
“It wasn’t me!” Ms. Andrews cried as the bailiff brought her in. “Listen! Everyone! Please! That testimony just now… It was all one big lie!”
“Ms. Andrews…” Wright sighed.
“The suicide note may have been a fake. But! That man… Matt… He’s the reason Celeste died! And Juan’s death… It was all because he got pulled into Matt’s twisted world! That testimony just now… You have to believe me… It was a horrible, horrible lie…”I know.
“But… Mr. de killer himself has testified…” the judge countered. “He has named you as his client.”
“No!” Ms. Andrews cried. “That’s not true!”
“Also, there is quite a bit of evidence that points to you. The knife and button, donning the Nickel Samurai’s costume…”
“But that’s… That’s…”
“You even have a motive. We know that Ms. Celeste Inpax was a large part of your life. You wanted to follow her… And you wanted revenge against the two who hurt her. I would say you have plenty of reasons to want them both dead.”
“I… No…” She glared at Wright. “Mr. Wright! You… You know the truth! Tell them! Tell them the real story… Who the real killer is… Tell them! Please… Help me…”When she was testifying last year… trying desperately to protect Ema… This must have been how Lana felt on the inside… The only difference is that she was begging herself to say these things…
“Mr. Wright,” the judge said with a whack of his gavel.
“Yes, Your Honor?” Wright replied.
“I believe we have reached the end of this trial. Therefore, I ask the defense for any final words or opinions.”
“Phoenix…” Mia sighed.
“I can’t do it, Mia…” Wright said. “I can’t accept a not guilty.”
“You are a lawyer.”
“I know. But… But Matt Engarde is a killer; a murderer! I can’t… I can’t let him get away with this. I can’t let someone else take the fall. If I let Ms. Andrews be convicted, then I am no better than Engarde. And even though I don’t want to admit it, I have to face the fact that it is because of Edgeworth that I now know the real truth. He could’ve gotten Engarde convicted so many times over, but he never took a single one of those chances. If I take this verdict right now… I’d be betraying his trust.” He paused.So you finally see it, Wright. You finally understand…
“Mr. Wright,” the judge called again, banging his gavel for emphasis. “Your opinion, please.”
“The defense requests that we be allowed to further question Mr. de Killer,” Wright said.
“A-Am I hearing you correctly, Mr. Wright!?”
“Wright…” Miles managed to say.
“But… But…” the judge stammered. “That witness has cleared your client through his testimony! Your job here is done!”
“I’m not done yet,” Wright said. “To see through this witness’ lies and find the truth… THAT is my job, Your Honor!”Perhaps my prediction was wrong. It appears I am going to enjoy this…
“Very well,” the judge said with another whack of his gavel. “The trial will continue. Mr. Edgeworth. Please re-establish connection with Mr. de Killer.”
“Right away, Your Honor!” Miles replied, taking a bow. The bailiff ran off to get the radio, coming back with it rather quickly and placing it on the stand.
“…Has a verdict been reached?” de Killer asked.
“Before that, we would like to talk with you a little more,” Miles said.
“About? All you needed from me was the name of my client. What else could you need me for?”
“Well… Actually, we would like to hear everything you know about this case. That is how things are… usually done.”
“But… What shall we have him testify about now?” the judge asked.
“Mr. de Killer,” Miles continued. “If you don’t mind, please testify about your client in more detail.”
“You legal people and your procedures,” de Killer complained. “Is it any wonder no one likes to go to court?”I can’t say I enjoy hearing about murders, but this kind of thing has to be done… lest the United States have its own Timothy Evans.
“As I have already stated quite a few times,” de Killer testified, “Adrian Andrews is my client. However. One thing I simply cannot overlook is tampering with the scene of the crime. My client did it to frame another for the crime. While pretending to be the first person to discover the body and enter the scene, Adrian Andrews already knew from the very beginning that Juan Corrida was dead! But even more appalling is the creation and planting of the ‘knife’ and ‘button’. That act is what I was referring to when I said my client had ‘broken the rules’.”
“Hmm…” the judge mumbled. “This is a most unexpected turn of events… For the… um, fifth time now…? However, this time, everything has finally been revealed.”
“Objection!” Miles barked, striking his desk. “Just a second, Your Honor!”
“Yes, Mr. Edgeworth?”
“We still have the cross-examination to do…”
“But you don’t need to question testimony like this…” He turned to Wright. “Do you, Mr. Wright?”
“… Your Honor, the defense will question the witness,” Wright said.
“Huh!? Why!? What this witness has said is nothing but beneficial to the defense’s case! If you scrutinize his testimony, then…” He paused, shaking his head. “I don’t understand what’s going on anymore…”
There was an uneasy silence over the courtroom as Wright looked over the testimony.
“Thank you so much for taking the time to testify, Mr. de Killer,” he finally said, his tone a confident one.
“What is the meaning of that attitude?” de Killer asked.
“When Adrian Andrews entered the victim’s room,” Wright continued, pausing to strike his desk, “your ‘client’ had no idea that Juan Corrida had been murdered!”
“But how…” the judge gasped. “How do you know that!?”
“From this wine glass, Your Honor,” Wright replied, indicating the glass Ms. Andrews had left at the crime scene.
“Mr. de Killer’s supposed client thought Mr. Corrida had only fainted. Which is why this glass of tomato juice was poured for the victim!”
“Hmm… But isn’t that just a part of Adrian Andrews’ calculated plan?”
“That is not possible, Your Honor. this glass bears the fingerprints of that person. Had this been planned, they would never have left their fingerprints behind!”
“I see your point…” the judge said, turning to Miles. “Mr. Edgeworth!? What is your opinion?”
“Strangely enough… I had the same exact thought just now,” Miles said. He hit his desk. “Witness! How do you explain this strange phenomenon!?”
“I-Isn’t it a waste of time to ask about such a minor detail?” de Killer asked. “It’s not a very important point anyway, correct…?”
Miles did his “evil smile.” “I’m afraid you are mistaken. If Adrian Andrews really is your client, as you claim… Then your client should have had knowledge of Mr. Corrida’s death. If not…” He paused to strike his desk. “Then that can only mean that Adrian Andrews was never your client at all!”
The gallery started up, though they quieted down on their own.
“How strange…” de Killer said after a pause.
“Yes?” the judge asked.
“Why is it that the attorney has yet to raise an objection at this absurd situation…?”
Mia whispered something to Wright, who said something back.
“Objection!” Wright shouted. “Mr. Edgeworth! I’m surprised! You know you can’t say things like that without any evidence.”
“Ah… Sorry,” Miles said. I’ll let it go for now, if only to buy time for Franziska to arrive…
“Th-That sounded like an awfully weak ‘Objection!’ to me…” the judge commented.
“Anyway!” Miles cut in. “I am positive there was a contradiction in that testimony. The prosecution requests further testimony concerning when the request was taken!”
“Very well,” de Killer said after a pause.Wright, you had best be careful what you ask. If de Killer realizes our plan, Maya is doomed.
“This request came to me… oh, about a week ago,” de Killer said. “It was a request for my services on the night of the awards ceremony. We met at a certain bar to discuss and finalize a few matters. That is what occurred. I trust my memory, and I believe I have made no mistakes.”
“Hmm… So you physically met your client, huh?” the judge confirmed.
“That is correct. Meeting one’s client is the first step to building trust, in my opinion.”
“I see…” He looked at Wright. “Well, Mr. Wright, your cross-examination, please.”
“One week ago?” Wright asked de Killer. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I am quite sure,” de Killer said. “I, of course, had my own preparations… And I was barely able to finish. When you request my services, Mr. Attorney, I hope you will keep that in mind.”
“In any case, my client this time had a very specific date and time in mind.”
“Did you ask why on that specific night?”
“No. I try to fulfill all the conditions of my clients’ request. But as for why, I only had my suspicions.”
“So what are these ‘suspicions’ you had? Why did your client request that night…?”
“I’m sure it was all for the bear.”
“My client spoke of it. ‘I’m sure there will be a bear-shaped figurine in Juan Corrida’s room. I would like you to retrieve that item for me.’”
“Inside that figurine was a suicide note,” Miles explained. “Naturally, the victim brought it with him to his hotel room. He was planning to publicly disclose its contents at the press conference, after all.”
“That is correct,” de Killer said. “And if I had not done the job that night, I would not have known where that bear figurine was…”
“Well, Mr. Wright?” the judge asked. “Was the testimony just now of any importance?”
“The testimony just now has made one thing clear,” Wright said. “And that is…” he paused to hit his desk. “The ‘client’ knew the secret of the bear figurine!”
No one replied. I know you’re trying to buy time, Wright, but I’d prefer if that time was not wasted.
“Huh…?” Wright muttered, noticing the silence. “Why is everyone so quiet…?”
“Mr. Wright,” the judge called. “I think all of us already knew that.”
“Witness, please continue with your testimony,” Miles said to de Killer.
“We met at a certain bar to discuss and finalize a few matters,” de Killer repeated.
“So you physically met Adrian Andrews, right?” Wright asked.
“… Of course I did.”
“Witness! I would like for you to give us a few more details.”
“I always meet my clients as a matter of principle. I have never taken a request by telephone or mail.”
“And why is that?” Miles asked.
“That’s because I value the trust between a client and myself above all else,” de Killer explained. “And the only way to establish that is to speak to the client while looking them in the eye.”
“Hmm…” the judge mumbled. “Well, Mr. Wright? Was the testimony just now of any importance?”
“Why he meets his clients is not important,” Wright said. “And that wasn’t the point. Witness, please stop side-stepping my questions!”
“Wh-What do you mean by that?” de Killer stammered.
“My question was ‘Did you really meet Adrian Andrews in person?’”
“I have already told you, Mr. Wright. I did. It was only through talking with him face to face that I began to trust him. That’s when I thought, ‘I can trust this person as a client.’”
“Hmm… It’s true what they say about talking face to face,” the judge agreed.I can’t help but question that, considering how many people have lied to another person’s face…
“Well, Mr. Wright?” the judge asked. “Was the testimony just now of any importance?”
“Your Honor,” Wright called. “I believe the testimony just now was of the utmost importance.”
“If that’s the case…” Miles said. “Witness, please include the statement just now in your testimony.”
“Very well,” de Killer replied. “From the moment I saw him, I thought, ‘I can trust this person as a client.’”
“Objection!” Wright yelled. “I would like to go over this one more time. You met Adrian Andrews at a bar and took the request at that time?”
“Yes, that is correct.”
“And that’s when you thought ‘he’ was trustworthy…”
“How many times must I repeat myself? Yes, that is correct.”
“I’m sorry, but that is an impossible tale.”
“Shelly de Killer.” Wright paused to pound on his desk. “You have never met the real Adrian Andrews!”
“Wh-Why would you say that…?”
“Because you made one very big slip-up… …about her.”
“So what is the issue…” De Killer paused when the problem occurred to him. “Wh-What did you say just now…? About ‘her’…?”
“If you had ever met Adrian Andrews in person…” Wright paused again to hit his desk. “One look would have told you that she is a woman!”
“Ohoooooo!” The radio’s outer casing burst off.
The gallery started up, though the judge banged his gavel and quieted them down.
“O-Order!” he yelled as the bailiff put the radio’s casing back on. “Order in the court!” He turned to Wright. “Mr. Wright! What is the meaning of this!?”
“This witness testified to the following: That he always meets face to face with his clients when taking their request,” Wright said.
“But he has never met Adrian Andrews in person…”
“Yes, Your Honor!” Miles replied. “That is exactly the point!” He struck his desk. “That means Mr. de Killer’s client could not have been Ms. Adrian Andrews!”
“Ugnnn…” de Killer groaned as the radio began leaking some sort of brown liquid. The gallery started up again.I shall consider the quality of this radio representative of just how much you respect the courts, Mr. de Killer.
“Mr. Edgeworth… I understand your logic on this one…” the judge said. “However… Why would the assassin make such a basic mistake?”
“I believe it has to do with her name, Your Honor,” Miles suggested.
“Yes. Adrian Andrews is, without a doubt, a very androgynous name.”
“Hmm… Yes, I see…”
“Unluckily for Mr. de Killer, the entire time he was on the stand, no one had stated Adrian Andrews’ gender. And so, he simply picked the wrong gender to go with.”
“Wh-What… What is going on…?”
The gallery got noisy enough that the judge saw fit to bang his gavel again.
“Shelly de Killer!” he roared at the witness. “This court demands an explanation!”
“Umm… I-I think somehow… I must have mixed up this client with another,” de Killer lied.
“So does that mean you remember something different now?” Miles taunted.
“Yes, of course. Please, if you would allow me to testify once more…”
“Very well,” the judge said with a whack of his gavel. “But this time, please give us the truth, and nothing but the truth!”
“Yes, now I remember,” de Killer testified as the radio stopped leaking. “I took that request by mail. There have been times when I took a job without having met my client. The request was for the murder of Juan Corrida and 2 or 3 other small things. When I saw the name at the end of the letter, I thought my client to be a man.”
“Hmm…” the judge mumbled. “So you took this job through a letter…”
Mia said something to Wright, who said something in response.
“Now then, let’s begin the cross-examination,” the judge continued.
“Two or three other things…?” Wright asked de Killer after looking over the testimony.
“Yes,” de Killer replied.
“And what were these ‘other things’?”
“A few other things that have nothing to do with this case.”
“Hmm…” the judge mumbled.
“Whether or not they’re related to this case is for the court to decide,” Wright insisted.
“…Mr. Attorney,” de Killer growled.
“Everything I have said from the beginning has been nothing but beneficial to your client. Which is why I wonder what is pushing you to continue with this cross-examination. Could it be…” The radio began giving off steam and jumping, yet it miraculously never fell off the stand. “That you are planning to betray your own client…?”
“I smell the stench of a back-stabber.”Said the pot to the kettle…
“And should you turn out to be one…” de Killer continued.
“W-W-Wait!” Wright interrupted. “Witness, this is a very important matter. Please cooperate and tell us what these other ‘jobs’ your client requested were…”
The radio stopped giving off steam. “If it’s truly that important, I suppose I don’t have much of a choice,” de Killer sighed. “The bear figurine.”
“The bear figurine…?”
“After the assassination of the target, I was to find that figurine. I was told that this job was just as important as the actual killing.”
“And… Where was that figurine…?”
“It was inside Mr. Corrida’s suitcase.”
“And then… what did you do next?”
“I handed it over to my client right away.”
“You gave it to your ‘client’… Interesting.”
“Hmm… This information certainly sounds important to me,” the judge said to de Killer. “Witness, please include what you just stated in your testimony.”
“As you wish,” de Killer replied. “One of these was to find the bear figurine and to give it to Adrian Andrews.”
“Objection!” Wright shouted. “Shelly de Killer. If you had really given the bear to Ms. Andrews… then this item should not have been inside it.” He indicated the fake suicide note.
“I see where you’re going…” Miles commented.
“Yup that’s where I’m going…” Wright said.
“Where is everyone going!?” the judge asked. “Do I need to pack a suitcase?”
“Your Honor. Please think back to Ms. Andrews’ testimony. ‘And I was going to burn it… for her sake.’” Wright pounded on his desk. “If even for a single minute, this bear had actually been in Ms. Andrews’ hands… I’m sure she would have taken the suicide note out and burned it!”
The gallery started up.
“Order! Order! Order!” the judge roared, banging his gavel with each shout of “Order!”. “So that’s where you two were going!”
“So by the very fact that this suicide note was still inside the bear…” Miles said. “Tells us that your ‘client didn’t know how to disassemble the puzzle!”
Miles struck his desk. “It means, Your Honor, that it is impossible for Adrian Andrews to be the ‘client’!”
“Ohoooooo!” de Killer screamed as the radio’s casing burst off again.
The gallery started up again and the judge banged his gavel again.
“O…Order!” he shouted as the bailiff again put the casing back on. “Order! ORDER!!”
The radio began giving off steam again. “Ungh…” de Killer growled. “Mr.…Phoenix Wright… I… I’m sure I mentioned this before. How I hate traitors above all else!” The radio jumped on the word “traitors”.It looks like this is the end… Wright, don’t blame yourself for this.
“I think your cross-examination has clearly demonstrated something to me,” de Killer continued, the radio jumping several more times. “You… You must wish to break your end of our agreement!”
“No!” Wright cried. “That’s not…”
“That’s enough! If that is your intention, then there is only one thing for me to do!”
Wright pounded on his desk. “W-Wait! Please!”
“Gentlemen, ladies, please excuse me. I have a matter that I must attend to.”
“Hold it!” Wright begged, pounding on his desk again. “N…No… Please… Not that… Please wait…”
“Mr. Attorney! Bring this trial to a speedy end, and I may stay my hand! Otherwise…”
“Nnnngh…” Wright collapsed, his head in his hands. “Gnwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!!”
The gallery started up again. The judge did nothing, too shocked by Wright’s reaction to bang his gavel.
“What in the…?” he stammered. “Mr. Wright…? Are you…?”It appears Franziska could not arrive in time…
“Mr. Edgeworth…? the judge called.
“Yes, Your Honor?” Miles replied.
“I didn’t understand the witness’ outburst just now. Do you think there is a need to hear more testimony, or is this enough…?”
“Well… We should…” Would de Killer give more testimony if we asked? I doubt it, but it’s worth a
— Miles noticed the pleading look on Wright’s face. “U…Ungh! The prosecution…” I… think I understand, Wright. …You love her, don’t you?
“Wh-What has come over everyone?” the judge stammered. “Even you are…”
“The prosecution… rests.” I’ll let you carry the burden, then. But know this, Wright: while you cannot be blamed for Maya dying… if Ms. Andrews is sent to her death, her blood is just as much on your hands as it is on Engarde’s.
“What is going on around here…?”
Miles struck his desk, regaining his composure. “The prosecution has no further questions, Your Honor.”
“Wh… Whaaaaaaaat!?” the judge screamed as the gallery got even louder. “Well, I never thought I’d see the day. This is a most unusual situation… If the prosecution rests with no further questions… Then… the prosecution has failed to uphold its stance.”It’s time to see just what kind of person you are, Wright. Since you asked for this burden, I can no longer save you if you make a mistake.
“If that is the case,” the judge continued, “then even though I am reluctant, I must believe that Mr. de Killer’s testimony is accurate. That would mean that Shelly de Killer’s client is… Adrian Andrews!”
Miles collapsed onto his desk, his arms barely managing to prop him up. “Nnngh…” he growled.
“Mr. Wright!” the judge called.
“Y-Yes, Your Honor?” Wright replied.
“If I end the trial here, right now, then your client, Matt Engarde, would be declared innocent. And in his place, Adrian Andrews would be charged with murder.” He paused to bang his gavel. “The prosecution has no further questions, so we will no hear the defense’s final remarks. Bailiff! Please bring the defendant, Matt Engarde, to the stand!”
The bailiff escorted Engarde to the stand. He maintained his guise of innocence as he set down the glass of chocolate milk he had been holding.
“Dude, did the old guy finally decide?” Engarde asked.
“To be honest,” the judge said before Wright could reply, “I can’t think of you as a truly innocent and good person. You have done enough evil to drive a woman to suicide.”He’s done far more than that, Your Honor, and if I was wrong to entrust his fate to Wright, he will get away with all of it.
“But…” the judge continued. “At least on the charge of murder, it would appear you are innocent.”
“Hah…!” Engarde chuckled. He swept back part of his hair, revealing a scar on his face that looked like the work of an especially angry cat. Following that, he picked up his glass of milk and began swirling it around. “So, I guess even the old fuddy-duddy figured me out!”
“You were atrocious as a lawyer, weren’t you?” he taunted Wright. “Giving your client away like this! And that ‘refreshing like a spring breeze’ crap; it’s just as atrocious, don’t you agree?”You are the most atrocious thing of all…
“Anyway,” he continued, “get on with it and pronounce me innocent already. Right, Mister Lawyer!?”Your time is up, Wright. You asked for this choice… now prove to me I was right to give it to you!
“Now then, Mr. Wright,” the judge said with a whack of his gavel. “Let’s hear the defense’s final statements on this matter. If the person who hired the assassin was Adrian Andrews… Then your client, Mr. Matt Engarde is innocent.”
“Hmph…” Engarde scoffed. “There’s no need to ask, old man. After all, my lawyer is going to say what I want… aren’t you?”
“Wright…” Miles warned.
“My client…” Wright struggled to say. “Matt Engarde is…” He trailed off, apparently unable to speak.
“We are waiting for your answer, Mr. Wright!” the judge barked. “Matt Engarde, your client deserves an answer!”
“Matt Engarde is…”
A whip cracked, cutting Wright off.
“F-Franziska von Karma!!” Wright stammered.Thank God…
“Wh-What are you doing here…” the judge managed to say before the edge of Franziska’s whip struck him. “OWW!”
“You see now, don’t you… Mr. Phoenix Wright?” Franiska gloated. She held up her tracking device. “This is exactly why you should NEVER take your eyes off of that scruffy fool!”
“Did you bring them?” Miles asked. “The final pieces… Do you have them?”
“You should know better than to ask that, Mr. Miles Edgeworth. A Von Karma is perfect in every way! The evidence is here in perfect condition! Don’t worry about Scruffy. He’s fine, and his injuries are minor.”Good. He deserves as much after what he’s been through…
“All of the items are inside this,” Franziska continued, holding up Gumshoe’s trench coat, which had been tied up like a bag.
“What a filthy, old coat this is…” the judge commented.
“I apologize for its ugliness, but there was nothing else to wrap the items in.”
Wright pounded on his desk, revived. “Your Honor!” he shouted. “Inside that filthy coat… Are the defense’s final pieces of evidence!”
“Your final… evidence!?”
The gallery started up again, though the judge did not bang his gavel.
“This trial is already over,” he said after a pause. “All that remains is for me to hand down my verdict. I do not believe that any evidence presented now, would change the outcome of this trial.”No! We can’t be stopped now!
“Objection!” Miles shouted, striking his desk even harder than Wright had a moment ago. “Your Honor. It is our duty to examine every piece of evidence, down to the last. I request that Ms. von Karma be allowed to present these pieces of evidence!”
“Hmm…” the judge grumbled. “I suppose you are right, Mr. Edgeworth. I grant permission to do so.”Thank God…
“However, this one rule applies here,” the judge continued. “If these items do not bring up any new points, then they will not be accepted by this court. Now, Ms. von Karma. If you please.”
“These pieces of evidence are items left by De Killer during his escape from the police,” Franziska explained.
“Hmm… He must have been in quite a rush.”
“Yes, Your Honor. De Killer left three pieces of evidence.” She paused and took out a handgun. “The first item is a pistol.”
“Please present the next piece of evidence,” Wright requested.
“The second piece of evidence is this video tape,” Franziska continued, taking out a videocassette.
“Have you checked the contents of that tape?”
“Unfortunately, there was no time to.”
“But I would speculate that this tape is very important.”
“Why would you say that?” the judge asked.
“Because he came back to his hideout for it,” Franziska answered.
“De… De Killer went back for it…?” Wright asked.
“That’s right. It looks like he was trying to recover it. He injured three of the officers at the site.”
“Hmm…” the judge mumbled.
“But somehow, it looks like they managed to protect it from De Killer. Shelly de Killer is no ordinary man.” She put the videocassette down and took out what looked like a bellboy’s uniform from the Gatewater Hotel. “The last piece of evidence is this bellboy’s uniform.”
“Was that used during the crime?” Wright asked.
“I am almost certain it was,” Franziska replied. “There’s even a pair of black leather gloves in one of the pockets.”Then there’s no doubt that de Killer wore that uniform…
“There’s one thing I found interesting about this uniform,” Franziska continued.
“And what is that?” Miles asked.
“There is a button missing on this uniform.”
“It’s a very unique button. I’m sure if we were to recover it… It would provide us with an interesting clue.”
“Hmm…” the judge mumbled.
“That is all I have to present, Your Honor.”
“Hmm… It’s just as I thought.”
“And… what is that, Your Honor…?” Wright struggled to ask.
“I’m sure, were we under normal circumstances, these items from Shelly de Killer’s hideout would be very important clues. However… Our question is not ‘Who did the killing?’”
“It is, ‘Who is the client?’…” Miles finished.
“Yes, that is correct. And these three items do not tell us anything about that!” The judge paused to bang his gavel. “Thank you for your hard work, Ms. von Karma. You may step down now.”
“Hold it!” Wright begged. “Wait, Your Honor!” He pounded on his desk. “Please allow me to examine this new evidence!”
“Overruled. This court already has all the evidence it needs to hand down a verdict!”
“Wonderful…” Engarde snarled. “Absolutely splendid. This judge is such a brilliant man, isn’t he?”
“Phoenix,” Mia called.
“I knew it…” Wright whimpered. “There’s no such thing as a ‘miracle’ in this world, is there?”
“I think you’re wrong. I think they do exist.”He’s not God. A miracle, by definition, is something that would not normally occur under any circumstances. If Wright gets out of this, it will be incredible, but it will be no miracle.
“But you have to make that ‘miracle’ happen,” Mia continued. “You’ve come this far! You can’t give up now!”
“But… But… No matter how you think about it… It’s… It’s…”
“Try… For my sake. Just think about it for a second. There are two ways out of this situation for us. The first… Make Engarde wish from the bottom of his soul for a guilty verdict.”
“De Killer will always place his client’s wishes first. If Engarde himself wishes to be convicted, then he will let his hostage go.”
“Th-That may be true, but… That’s asking me to do the impossible!”
“The second way… Force De Killer to end his contract with Engarde. If De Killer were to no longer think of Engarde as his ‘client’… Then he would let Maya go.”
“Mia!” Wright cried, hitting his desk. “That’s even more impossible! He is a man who values his duty towards his clients above all else!”She’s right, Wright. Even though they both seem impossible, they’re our only way out!
“I know both of these seem like impossible feats at first,” Mia said, echoing Miles’s thoughts. “But if you could make either one happen, it would truly be a ‘miracle’.”
“The bigger problem is,” Wright replied, “the judge has already said he doesn’t need any more evidence! The pieces he was just shown; he’s not accepting them!”
“Phoenix. Think things through from the other side. Isn’t that what has always worked for us?”
“You mean… to turn things around?”
“Phoenix. The judge says he doesn’t need the evidence. If that’s the case, then who does need it?”That’s a good question. A better question, though, Mia, is since you seem to know what to do, why the hell are you not doing it!?
“The defense, prosecution, and the judge…” Mia continued. “We have seen all the pieces of evidence. And that is how we have come to know the ‘truth’. But there are people who have not seen them all. And those people do not know the ‘truth’. That truth… It may be what will bring about the miracle in the end.”
The judge banged his gavel, apparently through letting Wright and Mia continue talking. “There are no objections this time, correct?” he asked. “Now then, I will pronounce my verdict!”
“Why don’t we all respectfully sit back and listen, kids,” Engarde said.
“Objection!” Wright shouted.
The judge shook his head. “I have already told you, Mr. Wright,” he said. “This court does not need any more evidence.”
Wright pounded on his desk. “I am not saying it is us that needs the evidence, your Honor!” he shouted.So you have it, do you? I should hope you do…
“Then… you want to show the evidence to… that person…?” the judge asked, probably choosing not to name “that person” because he did not know who Wright meant.
“Yes, Your Honor,” Wright said with a nod. He hit his desk again. “Please, Your Honor!”
“Mr. Wright. For you to ask with such passion… I will grant you one chance. Please show your evidence to who you think is the right person.”
“Objection!” Miles shouted, striking his desk. “That’s impossible! To turn this situation around in one try…”
“One try. That is all I will permit.”I tried… Wright, this is all up to you now. For Ms. Andrews’s sake… and for Maya’s sake… you better not fail!
“Now then, Mr. Wright,” the judge said with a whack of his gavel. “Let’s not waste any more time. Who would you like to show evidence to?”
“Take that!” Wright shouted, tossing a profile to the judge.
“I see. And now… Tell this court what one piece of evidence you would like to show this person!”
“Take that!” Wright yelled again, holding the videocassette.
“Well, what do you think, Mr. Edgeworth…? the judge asked as the bailiff handed Miles the profile.Shelly de Killer… Is it that hard to say a name, Wright? Still…
“Uh…” Miles stuttered. “Um… I think there is some merit… in showing this evidence to that witness.”
The judge banged his gavel after a moment. “Bailiff! Bring in the transceiver from earlier!”
The radio was brought in, already on.
“Maya…” Wright said. “She’s OK, right!?”
“Didn’t I tell you to concern yourself with bringing about a speedy end to this trial?” de Killer asked. “Now, if I understand correctly, you wish to show me one piece of evidence?”
“Yes. One is all I need.” Wright held up the videocassette. “I have here a video tape. It was found at your hideout.”
De Killer didn’t respond.
“I heard you injured three officers in your attempt to get this back,” Wright continued.
“That was most regrettable,” de Killer said. “However, it was an order from my client. I was told to protect that video tape. I’m afraid I seem to have failed in that regard.”
“Do you know the contents of this tape?”
“I was sternly told by my client to not watch it. So I have absolutely no idea.”In that case, I would think it safe to say that it’s the tape of the murder.
“Actually, you are on this tape,” Wright said.
“Me?” de Killer asked.
“There was a video camera hidden at the crime scene. Your actions were being recorded.”
“Is that true!?” the judge cut in. “Mr. Wright!?”
“Who…” de Killer stuttered. “Who was it that planted a camera…!?”
“Well,” Wright replied, “the only person who could have placed a camera at the scene of the crime… would be your ‘client’ naturally.”
“Th-That was… Adrian Andrews…” the judge stuttered.
Miles struck his desk. “Be quiet and listen… Your Honor,” he ordered.
“Your ‘client’ specified a place and time for you, isn’t that right?” Wright continued.
“Y-Yes…” de Killer admitted.
“That was so they could film you.”
“I had no idea,” de Killer said after a pause. He was silent for a moment. “Mr. Wright. Why would my client do such a thing?”I can only think of one reason… Wright, you have done well. I can see now how we can end this properly.
“I would like to know why…” de Killer continued.
“There is only one reason why your ‘client’ would secretly film the crime scene,” Wright said. “They…” He trailed off and hit his desk. “Your ‘client’ once told me something very interesting. We were talking about you, and this is what they said. ‘But I’m no weakling. I don’t believe anyone… least of all assassins.’ ‘Oh, come now, Mr. Wright. Assassins aren’t above blackmail.’ ‘Yes, that’s where the video comes in. With that, I can keep him at bay, and even blackmail him if I want.’ Your ‘client’ didn’t trust you at all. They were thinking of using this video to blackmail you!” He pounded on his desk. “What do you have to say to that, Shelly de Killer!?”
“Gnnn…nnnngh…” de Killer growled, the radio leaking again. “Ohoooooo!” The casing burst off again and the gallery started up.Game over, Engarde. Few victories have been more satisfying than this one.
“It looks like…” de Killer managed to say after the casing was put back on. Steam was coming out of the radio again. “It looks like I was being deceived from the very beginning…”
“Yes…” Wright agreed. “By a natural… that is the kind of person they are. Your ‘client’ is a person who only thinks and plots of how to use the people around them to protect themselves from any and all dangers that may arise. That is the true nature of your ‘client’.”
“I have one question for the witness,” Miles said.
“Yes?” de Killer asked.
“You told us one thing numerous times during your testimony. You said that you detest traitors most of all.”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“But what if that traitor was your own client…?” Miles paused to strike his desk. “What would you do then!?”
“… That’s obvious. I would break our contract in that case. And then… That client would become my next target. For the honor of the De Killer name, even if it takes an eternity… I would follow that person to the ends of the earth to exact my punishment.”
“I see,” Miles said, doing his “evil smile.” “That’s all I wanted to know.” Considering the sentence almost certainly awaiting Engarde, I can’t say I particularly care whether it is de Killer or the state who ultimately takes his life…
“Mr. Wright,” de Killer said.
“Yes…?” Wright responded.
“My contract with my client is over as of now. I seem to have a new job on my hands. I will now return to you, your precious item.”
“…What the!?” Maya shouted over the radio. “I’m not an item!”Finally… Yet again, Wright, you have saved a life where I would not have. This was no miracle, but it was truly impressive.
“Um…” the judge mumbled. “This trial appears to have come to its conclusion… However… I… Actually, I am sort of… I don’t quite know what just happened there with the client and the witness and…” Franziska cut him off with her whip. “Gwaaah!” His head darted back and forth as he tried to figure out where the whip had come from. “M-Ms. von Karma! Where did that…!?”
“She always has you in her sights,” Miles said. Considering what that man put me through, I wouldn’t mind whipping him myself…
Miles struck his desk. “Now! I do believe it’s time to finally hand down a verdict!”
“Mr. Engarde,” Wright taunted his client, who was sweating artillery shells. “It looks like somehow, you got what you wanted. You will finally receive the acquittal you wanted so badly. You should be happy.”
“But before that,” Miles added, “I would like to make one final statement. Sometime in the near future, one very betrayed assassin may appear before you. Needless to say, that man is very good at what he does.” He indicated the videocassette. “I’m sure you would understand what I mean, if you watch this video.” As I understand, your rival was a Senior Level Sambist. Yet de Killer still killed him with only a scarf. I wonder how well you will fare…
“…H— Help me…” Engarde squeaked.
Miles struck his desk again. “Now then, Your Honor!” he called. “The verdict, if you please.”
“I-Is this alright with you, Mr. Wright?” the judge asked.
“We have finally reached the end of a very long battle,” Mia said. “Whether he’s convicted or acquitted, there is no escape for him now. Go on, Phoenix. Plead whichever way your heart tells you.”
“Right, Chief,” Wright replied. He looked at Engarde. “…Matt Engarde. Even though I am a lawyer, I cannot make your crime disappear. I think a guilty verdict is appropriate here.”
“M-Me!?” Engarde stammered. “My wonderful self…!? G-Guilty!?”
“Even if you got an acquittal, the instant you set foot outside the detention center, your life would be in danger. No matter which way you look at it…” Wright paused to strike his desk, then pointed an accusing and satisfied finger at Engarde. “You can’t run away from your crime anymore!”
“Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!” Engarde screamed, scratching his face vigorously. “Guiltyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Guuuuuilty!!!GGG—Guuiiillltyyyy!!!GGGUUUILLLTYYY!!GUILTY!!!GuiLTy!!guIIIltYY!!Guil—guilty!guilty!GUilTY!GUILTY!” Miles thought he had heard the judge declaring a guilty verdict, though Engarde’s screams drowned out most of what the judge said. After falling silent, Engarde was escorted toward the doors by the bailiff, his face bleeding profusely from his scratching it.
Miles motioned for the bailiff to come to him.
“Please leave Ms. von Karma in charge of this filth,” he whispered to the bailiff. “She will keep a good eye on him while we finish up in here.”
The bailiff nodded and motioned for Franziska to follow him as he left the courtroom with Engarde.
“As always, it looks like we have uncovered the real truth,” the judge said.Says the man who contributed nothing…
“Mr. Edgeworth,” the judge called. “How is Matt Engarde?”
“I have left Ms. von Karma in charge of his incarceration,” Miles stated. “I’m sure he’s getting a full-course meal of whip leather right about now.”
“Very good.” The judge turned his attention to Ms. Andrews. “That was a close one, wasn’t it, witness?”
“Yes…” she replied. “I plan to pay my debt to society for my own crime, Your Honor.” She fell silent and hung her head.It’s nothing you can’t handle. Were Lana here, she’d be able to tell you as much.
“This trial was the first time I had stood on the witness stand,” she continued, “and when I did… I really felt hopeless. But… after that, when I was alone at the detention center… that’s the first time I really saw myself and who I am.” She paused. “And today… When the two of you used your combined strength to convict Matt…” She paused and smiled brightly. “I… I felt like I had finally been saved.”A smile second only to Lana’s… It’s astonishing, how much this case reminds me of Lana’s trial…
“I am really happy that you two were in charge of this case,” Ms. Andrews said. “I really don’t know how to express how I feel at this moment… This is… This is the first time I’ve felt comfortable with myself; with who I am. Thank you so much, everyone!”
“It looks like we have resolved everything at last,” the judge announced. “As for myself, there are still a few things I’m confused about… But everyone seems to be in good spirits, and that is good enough for me. That is all. This court is adjourned!” The judge banged his gavel a final time.
Miles returned to the prosecution lobby and recoiled in horror at the sight awaiting him: Engarde was lying on the floor in a pool of blood, not moving. Powers had collapsed onto the sofa, his face extremely pale. Franziska was gripping her whip tightly.Oh, dear…
“He’s still alive,” Franziska said. “Not that he deserves to be. He lost consciousness after only a few lashes, the weakling.”
Miles breathed a sigh of relief as four guards entered and carried Engarde out to receive medical treatment.
“Are you going to be alright, Mr. Powers?” Miles asked.
“I… I-I think so…” Powers managed to say.
“I’m sorry you had to witness that.”
“I-It’s nothing, really…”
“Are you sure? You’re as pale as a ghost…”
Powers sighed. “I-I’m sorry… When Ms. von Karma started whipping Matt like that… I just…”
“There’s no need to apologize,” Miles interrupted. “It’s my fault for asking that Ms. von Karma handle Engarde’s incarceration. If I had remembered that you were in here, I would have asked for Engarde to be taken somewhere else.”
“I’m going to keep an eye on Engarde,” Franziska said, excusing herself.
“S-So… Maya…” Powers stuttered, tears welling up in his eyes.
“She’s safe,” Miles said. “Engarde dug his own grave by plotting to betray de Killer.”
“I expect I will be called any moment with word that she is being driven here. Of course, Ms. Andrews will still have to serve her time in prison for her actions…”
“But she seemed much more satisfied with herself. I believe she’ll leave prison a much happier woman than she was when this case started.”
“That’s a relief… I just… I remember how… distant she was…”“Славься, славься, наш Русский Царь!
“This is Edgeworth,” Miles said, picking up his cell phone.
“Sir, we have found Ms. Maya Fey,” a patrolwoman on the other end said.
“Tell Nick I’m okay!” Maya shouted in the background.
“We’re on our way to the precinct—”
“Actually,” Miles interrupted, “please take her to the courthouse.”
“Some people who care about her are waiting here. There’s no point in making them wait to see her any longer than is necessary.”
“Understood, sir. We’ll be there momentarily.”
Miles hung up. “Well, Mr. Powers,” he said, “if you’ll excuse me, I must go tell Wright the good news.”
“Okay,” Powers replied, leaving.
“Ah! Wait!” I shouldn’t pass up this opportunity…
“My soon-to-be sister-in-law is a big fan of the Steel Samurai. Since I have you here right now, do you think you could sign an autograph for her?”
Powers smiled, blushing slightly as Miles handed him a pen and a piece of paper. “S-Sure. What’s her name?”
“Um… How is that spelled?”
“Okay.” Powers wrote the autograph and handed it back to Miles.
“Thank you. I’m sure she will be pleased.”
Placing the autograph in his coat pocket, Miles left the prosecution lobby and walked to the defendant lobby.
“Wright!” Miles called, entering the lobby.
“E-Edgeworth…” Wright stuttered.
“I have good news. Maya is now safe in police custody!”
“Really!?” Pearl almost cried.
“P-Pearls—” Wright stuttered.
“You’re telling us the truth, right Mr. Edgeworth!?”
“Y-Yes…” Miles replied. “She’s quite safe. She is on her way here as we speak in a patrol car.”
“Aaaaaaaaah! Mystic Maya! Mystic Maya’s safe!! You did it! You really did it, Mr. Nick!” She punched Wright hard in the arm. “I… I believed in you. I kept saying to myself: Mr. Nick will save her… Mr. Nick will save her… Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” Pearl burst into tears.
“Ah, um… Thanks,” Wright muttered, blushing.
“Oh…” Pearl gasped, calming down. Miles followed her gaze.Franziska…
“What’s wrong?” Wright asked.
“Ms. von Karma…” Pearl said.
Franziska approached Wright, but didn’t speak.
“Um…” Wright managed to say. “About earlier… Uh… Thanks…” Franziska whipped him. “OWW!!”
“Why are you still smiling… Mr. Phoenix Wright!?” Franziska demanded. “You… You lost!! Your perfect win record has now been crushed! And yet… You are still happy!?”She was certainly quick to forget what I told her…
“I don’t think you’ll ever understand… Ms. von Karma,” Wright said.
“How dare you!?” she snapped.
“Don’t worry,” Miles said. “She may in time. After all, I was like that myself, until a year ago…”
“E-Edgeworth…?” Wright stammered.
“For my own personal victories… and for guilty verdicts… I used every dirty trick in the book. And so my win record remained spotless. But… A man appeared and stood fast against that selfish me. I fought him in my usual manner, and tasted my first defeat. I felt like I had lost everything because of that. And then… It was my turn to sit in the defendant’s chair. And I was saved… by that person I called my ‘enemy’…” Yes… Twice, I suppose, if not even more than that… To think I once fought so blindly… and so selfishly… Innocent people have surely suffered because of me…
“I couldn’t forgive myself for all that had happened. So I left the Prosecutor’s Office. And I left that note… ‘Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth chooses death’…”
“Hmph, as well you should have,” Franziska scoffed. “A prosecutor who has shamed himself with defeat should crawl into a hole and die!”
“…But that was not what happened.” And I should hope you do not follow your own suggestion, Franziska.
“After I left the Prosecutor’s Office, I finally came to realize something. And it was in that moment of clarity that everything began to change.”
“Wh-What foolish nonsense…”
“We prosecutors use anything we can to attack the defendant. But every time we did so… No matter how desperate the situation… instead of giving up like most people, that man would hold strong with his undying faith. And then, before I knew it… I began to trust in that man as well.”
“Wh-What!? You trusted your enemy!?”It appears Wright’s faith is rubbing off on me… In due time, Franziska, I believe you’ll understand just who the “enemy” is…
“It doesn’t matter how many underhanded tricks a person uses… The truth will always find a way to make itself known. The only thing we can do is to fight with the knowledge we hold and everything we have. Erasing the paradoxes one by one… It’s never easy… We claw and scratch for every inch. But we will always eventually reach that one single truth. This I promise you.”
“The ‘truth’…” Pearl repeated.
“Yes. That’s the reason why prosecutors and defense lawyers exist. But I’m sure you knew that already, didn’t you Wright? That’s why you couldn’t forgive me; this man who went into hiding. Isn’t that right? This man who only had his sights set on ‘victory’, who ran away into the night…”
“Ah! Is… Is Mr. Edgeworth right, Mr. Nick…!?”You didn’t see me when I was like that, Pearl. Count yourself lucky.
“When you disappeared, I felt… betrayed,” Wright said. “The reason I decided to become a lawyer to begin with… Was because I believed in the things you said to me, all those years ago… And you… You betrayed your own words. That’s why… one year ago, I made up my mind. I decided that the Miles Edgeworth I knew had died… …At least, that’s what I told myself.”
“You pathetic fool!” Franziska spat.
“M-Ms. von Karma…” Pearl stuttered.
“I don’t want to hear the wretched whimpering of a disgraced loser! A Von Karma is someone who is destined to be perfect! Miles Edgeworth… You are no longer worthy! You are no longer worthy of being a Von Karma! And neither am I! It’s over… It’s all over!” She threw down her whip and something else and stormed out of the room.
“This is… an electromagnetic receiver,” Miles said, picking up the object.
“Isn’t that the thing she used to track Detective Gumshoe…?” Wright asked.
“I’ll return this to the precinct later. There’s something else…” Miles picked up the whip.
“Ah!” Pearl exclaimed. “Isn’t that Ms. von Karma’s whip!?”
“‘I’ll never set foot in another courtroom again’… I’m sure that’s what she’s saying by this action…” He handed it to Wright. “You should keep this, Wright.”
“Umm… OK,” he said after a moment of hesitation.
“Nick!!” a familiar voice cried. Miles looked in the direction of the voice. It was Maya, looking on the verge of tears.
“Mystic Maya!” Pearl exclaimed. She started crying again. “Mystic Mayaaaaaaaa!”
Maya ran into Wright’s arms, Pearl joining them.
“Oh, Nick!” Maya cried. “I knew you would come through! You got Engarde convicted, like I knew you would… And on top of that, you even rescued me!”
“Well, of course I did!” Wright replied, his own voice breaking. “You know I would never desert you! But we sure pressed our luck this trial… You’re really lucky to be standing here!”
“Whatever, whatever. Look, it’s over, OK? Besides, if I did croak, I would just come back and haunt you like a bad ghost through Pearly!”…I suppose calling her a fraud would be inappropriate at a time like this… It’s not as if she’s hurt anyone with her act…
“Th-Thanks a lot… Nick,” Maya said.
“Um… Don’t mention it,” Wright replied, blushing.
“Maya…” Miles cut in. I don’t think talking about how ready I was to let her die would be proper, either…
“Oh, Mr. Edgeworth,” Maya said, a bit surprised.
“Um… I’m relieved you’re alright.”
“Hey… It looks like you’ve made some real progress, Mr. Edgeworth!”
“Umm… Well, I suppose I’m a little different from who I was a year ago.”
What would have likely been a joke was prevented when Maya’s stomach growled loudly.
“Alright!” Maya chirped, grabbing Wright’s hand and trying to lead him out the door. “I think it’s time we got out of this depressing place!”
“Huh?” Wright muttered. “Where are we going!?”
“Food, Nick! FOOD! Grub! Chow! I’m starved! I’m so hungry even you look like a nice, juicy burger on a bun to me, Nick!”
“Y-You think I look like a burger…? I’m a Prime Rib at least!”What would that make me? Lobster thermidor?
“Come with us, Mr. Edgeworth!” Pearl insisted, grabbing Miles’s hand. “Please!!”
“Uh, um…” Miles muttered. “If you insist…”
“Alright…” Wright said. “So how about we hit up our usual burger joint…?”
“Don’t be silly, Nick,” Maya replied.
“This case messed up that awesome evening, and got in the way of my gourmet food. So I’ve decided that we have to make it up by having another feast!”
“A-Another feast…?”I can’t help but wonder if Wright can afford that…
“C’mon, Nick!” Maya excitedly shouted as she pulled on Wright’s arm. “FOOOOOOD!”