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Franziska Von Karma sat across her little brother, her arms crossed and brow furrowed. She was supposed to head an investigation at Interpol right now. But now she isn’t. Because of her little brother.
Miles Edgeworth massaged his forehead in distress as he read up on a case, seemingly taking no notice of his sister’s anger.
“I DEMAND to know, Mister Miles Edgeworth, that for what foolish reason you have called me here.” She clasped and clasped the sleeve of her shirt, her teeth gritted.
“Haven’t you heard?” he only said, in a careless yet pained tone, “of what happened to him?”
Of course, the last word hinted of THAT MAN, which her little brother seemingly worshiped ever since he met him.
“No, I haven’t heard of anything regarding Phoenix Wright. Honestly, Miles, you should speak his name a little more, it might even calm your nerves.” she quipped.
Miles stood up to pick up a manila envelope kept on the sofa beside them. The words “Engimar VS State” on the front. He handed the envelope over to Von Karma, murmuring bitterly,
“Wright has been disbarred.”
Fransizka stood up in amazement, clutching her whip tightly, and she took the envelope.
“You’re bluffing.”
“I’m not.”
“You certainly are! I refuse to believe it!”
“It’s all in the file.”
“What, did he take his bluffs too foolishly far this time?”
“He has been accused of forging evidence, which the bar association believed.”
“You’re bluffing like that fool! I refuse to believe such a fool would go so far as that!”
“Maya Fey, who was sobbing and hiccuping over the phone, informed me of this.”
“P-Proof Miles Edge-!”
“You have it in your hands.” he said, trying to sound as calm as possible.
Franziska glanced at the file, and opened it as quickly as possible, trying not to rip the envelope.
The file informed of a case involving the murder of Magnifi Gramarye, head of the famous Gramarye troupe; the man indicted was Zak Engimar, his pupil. Franziska glossed over it, rushing to the second page regarding the technicalities of the case.
On the second page, was the name of the defender, Phoenix Wright. Underneath, printed in clear words, ‘Forged evidence, proved by prosecutor in-charge’.
Franziska Von Karma closed the file, returned it to the envelope, and handled it over to the little brother.
“Why did you call me again, Miles? This is beyond my-”
“I need you to conduct an investigation.”
“Of what? Why he was disbarred? Do you really-”
“Of Engimar VS State.”
“The case is closed. He lost.”
“Of his sudden vanishing from court, and to find Zak Gramarye.”
“Do you really expect me to go out of my way to help that foolish fool who let himself get foolishly disbarred? Your feelings, Miles, for this ma-”
“Please, Franziska, I need you.”
The prosecutor stood across the man for a while, staring down daggers at him. The man, on the other hand, only looked at her, his face pale and brow furrowed with pain. They stood in silence for a few minutes, before Von Karma let out a long sigh.
“You’re really lucky, Miles. You’re lucky that that idiotic man was the only man who rivaled my genius. After all, I can’t let him get away before crushing that man in everlasting defeat.”
Miles broke into a smile,
And for once, the perfect prosecutor smiled back at him as well.