DECEMBER 27 7:12 AM
HIGH PROSECUTION'S OFFICE
ROOM 1012

Fredrick was able to book me an appointment with Prosecutor Byrne Faraday. I remember his office being in Room 1012 from one of Father's previous cases. Because of how urgent my case was, he agreed to set my appointment the next morning. Serena dressed me up in a collared, buttoned-up white shirt with a red suit, matching dress shorts, a pair of blue dress shoes with a matching bow tie. It wasn't red velvet, more like cherry red, but it did look nice on me. Certainly different from my usual gray suit, red bow tie and dress shorts.

Dick, of course, followed right behind me as we walked up the stairs. I wasn't ready to take the elevator yet and Dick was very concerned for my well being. I'd rather not face another panic attack. I already had a lot on my mind. Not being allowed to see or defend Father was especially hard. Regardless, I had to do this.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Dick asked me with concern.

"I will have to do this at some point," I stated factually, approaching the door.

"Y-You know... you don't have to force yourself," Dick said, sounding defeated. I knew he was only trying to help, but I just turned from him, then knocked on the door.

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The door opened and Mr. Faraday answered the door before looking down at me. He smiled gently. He was Father's former opposition, but I like him. He was always nice and let me speak in court when Father was defending a client. Not a lot of Prosecutors do that. Father allows me to assist him, but I'm often ignored by the opposition. It's probably because I'm small and young. (1) Father always tells me that is expected, but I still help him regardless and that always gave me courage.

"Hello there. You must be the Young Edgeworth," the Prosecutor said, holding his hand out to shake mine. I took it.

"Yes, Mr. Faraday. I'd like to testify the case regarding my father," I said.

"Come in, then," the Prosecutor Faraday spoke as Dick and I walked in. The Prosecutor closed the door behind us. "So, which case are we talking here? Is it DL-6 or Rachael Newslayday?"

"Both," I replied, watching Mr.Faraday take a seat in his chair in his office. Dick and I sat in the two chairs across from the desk.

"Alright then, which would you like to start first?"

"I'd like to start with Rachael Newslayday. As you know, she is my mother. I was still inside her, while Prosecutor Debeste tried having her executed. He kidnapped me during DL-6. This is the second time he has threatened my life."

"I see and I understand you didn't contact the police, due to Blaise Debeste's position?"

"That's right."

"These are serious accusations and you are still considered a minor. Your word might not be considered fit, depending on the circumstances." (2)

"That's why I want to turn to you. I am a minor, as you stated, ergo my words are hardly validated. Father cannot report, because he fears my abductor may hurt me as a result. I'm sure there's evidence of a search party and the trial itself mentioning of a missing child..."

"Yet, you are not the child the trial considers to have been kidnapped. The child is Manfred Von Karma's youngest son."

"OBJECTION! His youngest son is 23 years old! I might be a child, but I know for a fact that the legal adult age in this country is 18! Even so, a teen is automatically considered an adult as soon as they have children and Fredrick Von Karma has one child!" I shouted, slamming my hands on the desk. It felt like a courtroom almost.

"Perhaps it is a mistake in gender. Von Karma does have a younger child that is closer to your age."

"If you count seven years apart being close. A two-year-old toddler can hardly be compared to the child in the article, who obviously looks to be 8 and like me or are you going to avoid the elephant in the room, including my DNA proving that the child on the contraption was related to the Defense, NOT the defendant!"

"Bravo! Still a clever little ball of fire as ever. I'm certain more evidence has entered in that prove the child in question does not belong to Manfred Von Karma. It will certainly not look good for my boss."

"... but?" I asked, I knew there was more to this than meets the eye. One of the things I love about Prosecutor Faraday was that he was always honest with me. He never belittled or ignored me for being young. (3)

"This will destroy Mr. Von Karma's motivation. See, your father's argument was that, because Von Karma's son was held hostage, he was confessing to a crime he didn't commit in order to save his child. Though, if the child does not belong to him, but to the Defense, then the Prosecution can turn it around on your father's head. That will make it seem like Mr. Von Karma is the one hiring henchmen to hold the child of his Defense Attorney hostage in order to get a Not Guilty verdict."

"B... But..." I muttered, trying to think hard and getting a blank. I wasn't in the trials, so I don't know much about what's going on.

"It is possible your father could turn this around on Prosecutor Debeste's head, but he will need motivation for his client to want to protect someone that isn't his child. After all, your father and his client originally had bad blood and, according to the Prosecution's argument, the defendant attempted to murder Gregory Edgeworth before he missed and murdered Yanni Yogi instead. It still counts."

"But, there's a contradiction!" I stated as Prosecutor Faraday hummed, listening to me. "The window on the 3rd floor. The bottom half was shattered in order to send me flying to the sky. The scene of the crime took place on the bottom floor, which would be the Basement Floor. That would mean that my kidnapper would be taking me up four floors before sending me off."

"What's your point?"

"My point is, there was a 15 minute lapse between the death of the victim and when the body was found. TAKE THAT!" I shouted, pointing my finger, as my other hand showed a copy of the Autopsy Report I got from Dick. I didn't have physical evidence that Father found, but I did have record of it, including the Autopsy Report. "During this 15 minute gap, I was taken four floors up and sent flying out the window. Because it is December, the sun does not set until 5:30 and yet it is pitch black outside. It takes 30 minutes for sunset to end, meaning this picture in this article would have been taken after 6:00 and, if I'm not mistaken, that was when Mr. Von Karma had already confessed to his crime.

"Also, consider Mr. Von Karma's circumstances. He could have succeeded in kidnapping me and killing his victim without anyone knowing he ever came and went. Why then did he confess? It is irrelevant if I am his son or not! The fact is I am still a child and as long as I am considered a child, Mr. Von Karma has every reason to want to protect me as his duty as a citizen. My kidnapper just assumed I was Mr. Von Karma's son and unless you can prove that Mr. Von Karma and Father made the claim that I, the kidnapped child, was the son of Manfred Von Karma, the Prosecution cannot prove that the defendant was using me against Father. The Prosecution is the one to blame, if he made such an error."

"... you're right, your father nor his client ever mentioned about the defendant's son being the child that was kidnapped. That was only claimed by the Prosecution first before the Judge made the same claim."

"Wait, what does that mean?" Dick asked.

"That means... I might just have a case," Mr. Faraday smirked slightly. He looked at me. "Miles Edgeworth, Dick Gumshoe, I am going to need both your testimonies.

8:15 AM
COURTHOUSE
DEFENDANT LOBBY #2

I waited in the Defendant Lobby. I was able to get better sleep tonight, now knowing my son was safe with Serena at the Von Karma Residence. I honestly thought it was sad that Blaise doesn't even know where Manfred lives. Then again, Manfred does have a PO Box, so maybe that's how he gets his paychecks. Still, I forget that Blaise isn't always the brightest crayon in the box. I'm glad he isn't, though, given the circumstances. Having had time to relax, I realized that I could never see myself doing something like this to my employee.

Not only did Blaise cruelly interrogated Manfred, but he purposely starved him. I was pretty cruel myself as a detective, but I never starved or hurt any of my employees like that. My employees were like family to me, even back then. To do something like that would be like starving my own children. I can't understand how Blaise could do this to someone that worked faithfully for him for no more than seven years. This wasn't something I could just allow to happen again and made sure to report it to Detective Badd after talking with Wendy. (4)

I heard the door open and Detective Badd brought in Manfred. He seemed much better from before. He quietly walked to the couch and sat down, crossing his arms and closing his eyes. I turned to Detective Badd.

"I checked and made sure he had breakfast this morning... just in case," Detective Badd stated factually.

"Thank you," I said.

"Hmph... do you... plan on bringing that up?" Detective Badd asked. He must be talking about the case with Rachael Newslayday.

"I do. Now that I know my son is in good hands, there's nothing that's going to hold me back now. I know I owe you and the Police Department this much to know the truth."

"... I'll let you have this trial, then." (5)

"I half expected you to try to arrest me," I said as a tongue and cheek.

"You've changed from nine years ago. I can see it in him," Detective Badd said, pointing to Manfred on the couch. "When I was taking him from the Detention Center this morning, he promised me he'd raise my paycheck after this trial." 

"It's not a big deal. You are a fine and hardworking detective. I was the one at error during IS-7. Once I get out, I will make sure to find that corpse as soon as possible," Manfred promised.

"We'll have to first solve the flying child in today's trial," I stated.

"Speaking of which. I received some results from the Karma Detective Agency on the photos," Detective Badd said, handing me a file with the photos. There was the one shown in court yesterday and the other one seemed to have been lightened around Miles, showing the flying contraption the detective and I found in the dump. This will help hold my argument.

"What kind of contraption is that?" Manfred asked.

"It's some sort of glider with an engine that can fly. It can only carry anything under 50 pounds," I replied.

"What!? But, Miles is 8! I'm no scientist or mathematician, but even a caveman can see a child his size is over 50 pounds!"

"Yes... that's what I'm going to bring up in court."

"Mr. Edgeworth believes the child was falling," Detective Badd explained.

"F-FALLING!?!" Manfred asked, now freaking out. "How did he survive that!?"

"I'm still trying to figure that one out myself," I sighed, rubbing the bridge of my nose.

"We did get lab results from the DNA we found in this piece of hair on the tarp. It belongs to your son, Miles Edgeworth," Detective Badd stated. I found the results in the data behind the pictures in the file. "There's also more. Unfortunately, the ladder was manipulated by Bonnie Young, but we did get matching results from the dry blood. It matches the DNA of Miles Edgeworth." He gave me another file of the step ladder, though I caught my eye on something.

"The part in red is where the falsification from Bonnie Young was made, correct?" I asked.

"... yes."

"In this falsification, the fingerprints belong to you and Raymond Shields!"

"I can understand the assistant, but why in the world would Debeste want to frame the detective!?" Manfred asked, looking confused.

"It's to hurt me. Both Tyrell Badd and Raymond Shields have one thing in common," I replied.

".... we were your best students," Detective Badd realized, his eyes turned from me as if that realization just hit him. "Debeste is using me against you... isn't he...?

"Yes, he's been you against me, even when I was working under him."

"... why didn't you tell me?" Detective Badd asked with widened eyes. It seemed as if he discovered something he never thought was possible or perhaps was proven wrong about something. It made me wonder... did Tyrell believe I didn't care about him or was using him for all these years? Is that why he hasn't forgiven me?

"I didn't want you to be a part of it, Tyrell. You matter just as much to me as Raymond does. But, at the time, I had thought Debeste only wanted what was best for me. I suppose... when you're being used or abused by someone... it feels... normal." (6)

"... I see."

"I know now that anyone who uses your loved ones against you would not care if you lived or died. All they care about is your services and nothing more. I only wish I would have known that a long time ago. I really... really am sorry," I told Detective Badd, who just stood in silence. I could see there was something in his eyes. Guilt? Regret? Maybe both.

I noticed Manfred, who had poured himself a cup of hot tea. He was staring at it with glaring eyes. I walked to him, sitting on the couch.

"Thinking about something outside of the trial?" I asked.

"It's non of your concern," Manfred replied, giving me a glare that told me he didn't want to talk about it. I respected that and nodded.

"Okay."

"We... also got results from the clothes your son sent to us, Chief," Detective Badd, handing me a bag of my son's clothes he wore inside the elevator and data. I read the data.

According to the data, the clothes showed that urine had been soaked in the pants. From the test results of the urine, it shows that Miles had not eaten since lunchtime at the time he urinated, which seems appropriate. There's also splinters from some sort of crate or wooden box. Dry traces of blood can be found on the clothes as well that belong to my son. What caught my eye was the results for the fingerprints.

"Have you found no results for the fingerprints?" I asked.

"Only one, including a piece of... hair that belongs to the same man."

"Blaise Debeste," I muttered,showing a small smirk upon my lips. I got him!

"Here is the rest of the evidence your son and Dick Gumshoe found during and after your trial yesterday... Just in case you need it," Detective Badd said, giving me the rest of the evidence Miles and Dick found.

"He's not going to go down without taking you with him, Gregory," Manfred warned me.

"I know. I'll likely be arrested after this trial, (6) but Manfred..." I said as Manfred looked to me. "Thank you... for everything."

"What?" Manfred responded, looking at me with awestruck eyes, grabbing his wounded shoulder that was healing.

"You protected my son, even when it didn't benefit you. What's more, you gave him a place to go, so I will be able to face my crimes without fear. I've never owed my life to another person in so long, but I owe you everything," I replied, showing a relieving smile as Manfred looked up at me with blinking eyes before the door opened, showing the bailiff.

"Court is about to start!" The Bailiff announced.

"Let's do this," I smirked with confidence as Manfred nodded, getting up, then following behind me. I noticed he seemed to be glaring at the floor the entire time. I wonder what he's thinking about.

8:30 AM
DISTRICT COURTHOUSE
COURTROOM #1

I walked to the Defense's bench, taking a deep breath as soon as I sat down. Manfred sat in the Assistant's seat with full confidence. There were murmurs from the gallery, while the Judge and Prosecution were taking their seats. Judging from what I could see of Blaise, he didn't seem too thrilled. Having failed to kidnap my son, yet again, and getting tased by him, it's clear that he is in a world of trouble.

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The Judge slammed his gavel as soon as he took his seat, announcing, "The Court will now continue for the trial of Prosecutor Manfred Von Karma!"

"The Prosecution is ready, your honor," Blaise responded with composure he forced himself to hold.

"The Defense is ready as well," I responded.

"Very well. Prosecutor Debeste, your statement, please," the Judge said.

"It seems an unexpected phenomenon has occurred that caused much dismay in the courtroom during yesterday's trial. This phenomenon being an article of the child seen flying," Prosecutor Debeste stated confidently. "Yesterday, we learned that there may've been a possible kidnapping of a child that belongs to Manfred Von Karma. Today, I will show the court that it has nothing to do with the murder of Yanni Yogi and all of this is nothing more than a red haring."

"HOLD IT! If I may, your honor, there is something I failed to mention yesterday due to the unfortunate circumstances surrounding the kidnapped child shown in the article,"I said.

"Go ahead," the Judge agreed.

"The child does not belong to my client and neither does he have a child of that age. His youngest son is 23 and his youngest child is two years old as well as female. The child in question is mine. He was in the elevator with me until he went missing. By the time I woke up in the hospital, he was out of my sight and I was forced to keep quiet about it until I was certain he was safe," I announced and there was a massive murmuring in the gallery. Now, that Blaise knew whose child Miles belonged to and I knew he was safe with the Von Karma's, I no longer had to fear revealing to the court about whose child he truly belonged to. I plan on using that to my advantage.

"Well, this is certainly an interesting turn of events. I take back my last statement. Now having been informed, I shall prove in this court that the defendant not only killed Yanni Yogi, but once he failed to murder Gregory Edgeworth, he took his one and only son and used him as a hostage in order for his Not Guilty verdict to be assured," Blaise smirked devilishly. I knew he would go there.

"OBJECTION! Unfortunately for you, Prosecutor Debeste... there's a contradiction to that statement," I replied, showing a confident smirk.

"What?"

"A contradiction?" The Judge asked, his eyes curious and full of interest.

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"Let's look back at the evidence. Might I remind all of you that the murder weapon has the fingerprints of Yanni Yogi, but seems to be missing the fingerprints of my son, who shot into my client's shoulder before he entered the elevator. The lack of my son's fingerprints has yet to be answered. Second, in the fifteen minute time span between when the victim was killed and when my son appeared flying in the article, you are stating my client manhandled my son, which I will not deny he would be strong enough to do with a gunshot wound, then somehow threw him through the window and had him take off to the skies. Perhaps if he used two arms, but his shoulder was injured, making his right arm completely useless! I'd like the court to take a look at this evidence right here!" I said, showing a picture of the broken window on the 3rd floor inside the storage room that had been hidden by boxes. I could feel Blaise's glare upon my back, but I didn't care and faced him with full confidence. "Prosecutor Debeste, you can't possibly be telling me that Manfred Von Karma not only threw an eight-year-old boy through this window, but managed to set up all these boxes to cover this window with one arm? I think I'd like to believe that my son somehow spread wings and flew before I could believe that!"

"I have to agree with the Defense on this one. It seems very impossible. Though, I'd like to know how the boy was able to fly like that," the Judge said, furrowing his eyebrows.

"I can answer that."

"OBJECTION! Have you lost your marbles, Mr. Edgeworth! Perhaps I should remind you that HUMANS. CAN'T. FLY!" Blaise argued, pointing his finger at me.

"It seems your memory is lacking, because I stated yesterday it was possible with a flying contraption of some sort. Also... I agree, he wasn't flying," I stated.

"What?"

"Could you explain this to me, Mr. Edgeworth?" The Judge asked.

"Certainly," I replied, nodding my head. Then, I brought the picture in the article up. "Let's bring to your attention to this picture. I've had a reliable Private Detective, Detective Karma, lighten up the photo to find any objects. This was the result." I slid over to the next picture of the same picture, only the flying contraption holding Miles was found. This resulted in a crowd of gasps.

"OBJECTION! I was given the evidence of this flying contraption that seems to match the picture. According to the evidence..." Blaise started, reading the data. "The flying contraption that was found in the dumpster, indeed, has a small engine that gives this the ability to fly, but it cannot hold anything or anyone above 50 pounds and unless you want to be charged for starving your child, Mr. Edgeworth, a healthy eight-year-old boy is not under 50 pounds!"

"You're right! As I said... my child was not flying in that picture. I did say I would explain how that was possible and why he wasn't flying. Perhaps, if you let me finish my explanation, then it will all become clear," I said.

"Objection overruled... go ahead, Mr. Edgeworth," the Judge nodded to me. I could see the frustration building inside Blaise. He knew how my son was able to fly, but was trying to hide that fact from the court. He was trying to focus on the flying aspect to shut me down. Unfortunately, that wasn't going to work.

"Thank you, your honor," I replied, then continued. "As the Prosecution has so eloquently stated, this flying contraption cannot hold anything over 50 pounds, yet this was staying afloat. The reason for this is simple. Imagine you're on an airplane and suddenly the engine stops working while in midair. Does the plane suddenly point face-down and crash? No, it glides in the air, falling at a downward diagonal level, while the wings are being pushed against the wind from the bottom. It is how paper airplanes are able to fly or glide. This contraption's wings are the ones keeping my son afloat, but in reality, he was falling at an angle. (8) Considering this contraption shows signs of crash-landing at 20 miles per hour, I can say with confidence that my son was not flying, but falling and had crash-landed; by miracle had survived! Does that sound reasonable to you, Prosecutor Debeste? Or, perhaps you'd like to continue proving that this is no more than a red haring! I OBJECT TO THAT!" I slammed my hand on the counter."Not only was my son kidnapped, but he was strapped to this flying contraption and was falling at an angle that would easily be taken for flying! I have three eyewitnesses, two already have clarified this fact and the last one will now come and give her testimony! Your honor, I call Wendy Oldbag to the stand!"

"Hmph, so that's how you want to play it, Mr. Edgeworth. Very well, I'll let you have your fun. The Prosecution has no objections, your honor," Blaise stated.

"Very well. Bailiff, bring Ms. Oldbag to the stand, if you will!" The Judge ordered.

"Yes, your honor!" The Bailiff replied, walking to the Witness Bench, then bringing Wendy.

"How much trouble is this woman?" Manfred asked, arms crossed.

"Imagine Larry Butz, if he grew 20 years older and had a sex change... and a thing for my son," I groaned as Manfred shuttered in disgust. "Hopefully, I might be able to make it through one testimony without her... um... wanting to..."

"For my own sake, please don't finish that sentence."

'I don't blame him. I still don't know why I was friends with her,' I thought to myself.

"Name and occupation," Blaise started.

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"Wendy Oldbag. I work part time as a bailiff, in case you haven't noticed," Wendy said, puffing her curly hair.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Oldbag."

"Oh, you shut up, it's your fault for chasing my Edgeypoo away, you Red-bearded Satan From Hell!" Wendy shouted angrily at Blaise, who began trembling slightly. "Because of you, my Edgeypoo started avoiding me-while-I-was-dealing-with-puberty-and-high-schoolnotthatit'sanyofyourconcern.AllyoucareaboutisyourpaycheckandmakingsureEdgeypooiskeptinline.Iswear,Ihavenevermetascoundrillikeyouinmylife,exceptthewhorethatstolemyEdgeypooandevenfuckedhim.WhatamI,groundbeef!?IhavelovedEdgeypoosinceIwasonlyadashingdaisyinthetwilightsky."

"... and she's been chasing you since when?" Manfred asked, sweating and looking like he wanted to run and hide from Wendy, not that I blame him.

"Worse. She's... my childhood friend. We grew up together as neighborhood children and played together," I groaned.

"She's your childhood friend!?"

"Much to my misfortune. Now you know where Miles gets his troublesome-friends-making."

"This woman would make those kids look tame."

"HEY! I HEARD YOU, YOU WRINKLY OLD-" Wendy yelled before the judge slammed the gavel.

"I'd like to ask the witness please stop rambling on the stand, if you will," the Judge ordered. He looked at me. "Mr. Edgeworth, if you will."

Ugh! Why me!?

"Yes, your honor," I replied, sighing as I rubbed the bridge of my nose. "Ms. Oldbag, I'd like you to testify witnessing the flying boy last night."

"Oh, well, since you asked, of course I will. Anything for you, Edgeypoo," Wendy replied flirtatiously.

"I think I'm going to need Aspirin after this," Manfred whispered.

"You and me both," I agreed with him.

"I started my shift at 3 PM on December 25. I heard Edgeypoo was trapped somewhere and began searching for him when I ran into two whippersnapper loitering in the Storage Room on the 3rd Floor," Wendy started. It seemed to match up with the boys' testimonies.

"I had been chasing them for a few hours. I eventually chased them outside and that was when I saw the flying boy."

"HOLD IT! Can you describe the flying boy?" I asked.

"He was pretty high up, so I couldn't get a good look at him. I assumed he was just a blimp or some sort of prank. Though, I remember he had some very white hair and wore a dark suit."

"I see."

"Go on," Blaise said.

"I didn't know who the boy was, but he seemed to be flying over us. I heard the kids shout something about flying miles, but nothing more," Wendy continued. She must've not known Miles was his name.

"HOLD IT! What angle was the boy flying at?" I asked.

"It's hard to say. He was right over me, so I can't really pinpoint it at all, though it was different from what the picture shows." (9)

"How so?" I asked.

"He looked like he was slowly getting bigger before flying behind me. I was in too much shock at the time, so I didn't look behind me."

"Did you see anything else?" I asked.

"Not really. By the time I got back to my senses, he was gone for good. Though, I did see something very strange?" Wendy said, crossing her arms, then putting her finger to her chin as if she was trying to remember something. "Oh yes, there was some hooligan playing with one of those doohickeys whippersnappers use nowadays. You know how it is. You just can't keep up with the toys the new generation plays with these days. I mean, just the other day, I was hearing some whippersnappers playing with this small box called a Nintendo. What is that even?"

"Could you add that to your testimony?"

"Well, since you asked," Wendy replied flirtatiously. She added, "I saw some hooligan playing with some strange toy. It looked like one of those things whippersnappers play on those Nintendo things."

"HOLD IT! Are you talking about a remote control?" I asked.

"YES! That's what it's called! You really know a lot, don't you Edgeypoo?" Wendy asked flirtatiously.

"Eh.... um..." I cleared my throat. Actually, Miles has a Nintendo 64 I bought for him for his birthday to play with along with his friends. (10) "This remote, would you say they were trying to control something with it?"

"Hm... I'd say so. They were looking up in the sky. Rude really, he ran right into me, while I was recovering from shock!"

"Mr. Edgeworth, if I may ask, what does this remote control have anything to do with the case of the flying boy?" The Judge asked.

"It has everything to do with it. If I may bring your attention back to the original picture we saw yesterday," I said, showing the picture once again. "Have you noticed that we can see my son, but not the contraption making him fly, even though it's the dark of night?"

"Ah! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! YOU'RE RIGHT!"The Judge exclaimed.

"What's your point, Edgeworth!? Even the flying contraption had at least four lanterns. Of course the child could be seen at night!" Blaise asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"My point is, Debeste, why were those lanterns needed? In fact, how were the kidnappers able to control where my son was taking off to, especially since he was falling? I've actually been wondering about that and Ms. Oldbag just answered those questions," I replied.

"I did? Oh yes, of course I did hee hee hee~" Wendy bragged, her cheeks all pink and eyeballs with hearts. I tried to ignore them.

"That hooligan that ran into Ms. Oldbag was non other than one of the two kidnappers. The flying contraption was built with an engine that can be controlled by a remote. Considering how dark it is, I doubt a lot of children or whippersnappers will be using their remote control very far from the toy they're controlling. Ms. Oldbag, did you see any toy cars or objects near the person that was carrying the remote?"

"N-No... I didn't! AH! And, he was going the exact direction of the flying boy I saw!"

"OBJECTION! That is a mere coincidence! There are lots of children play with remotes and phones all the time! That might've been what she saw!" Blaise argued.

"Now, hold it right there! I never said the hooligan was a whippersnapper! In fact, if I remember correctly, he looked to be at least in his 30's! Those kind of people I call hooligans! Get it right, if you're going to bluff," Wendy smirked savagely as Blaise glared at her with frustration.

"Ms. Oldbag, what did this hooligan look like?" I asked

"He had scruffy hair and whiskers here and there. He was running with his friend, who had long brown hair. Both of them were running in the same direction as the flying child. I'd recognize them, if I was to meet them in person."

"Your honor, I'd like for Ms. Oldbag to add this to her testimony."

"Very well. If you would please, Ms. Oldbag," the Judge ordered.

"Yes, your honor," Wendy replied sweetly. "The hooligan that ran into me also had a friend. Both were running the same direction as the flying child, so I know they're the kidnappers. I'd recognize them, if I was to see them, but I haven't seen them in court."

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"OBJECTION!" I shouted. "You say you're certain that you've never seen these kidnappers on the witness stand, yet there was a piece of gum under the chair that was found in the Abandoned Building, where Miles Edgeworth was kept hostage, that belongs to Raymond Shields."

"What's your point?" Blaise asked, glaring directly at me.

"I have reason to believe that falsified evidence has been planted to make it seem like my student kidnapped my child. In fact, just last night, Bonnie Young was arrested for planting falsified evidence, which just so happens to be the fingerprint results on the step ladder belonging to Tyrell Badd and Raymond Shields."

There were murmurs in the courtroom as the Judge slammed his gavel, shouting, "Order! Order! Wh-What does this mean!? Falsified evidence!?"

"I believe Bonnie Young is working for the mastermind, the real kidnapper. She is the head of the Forensics and yet was somehow led to helping a kidnapper that was holding my son hostage. I have reason to believe that the man that has my son is in this courtroom!"

"Ah, so you're finally admitting your client is your son's kidnapper?" Blaise asked, smirking, but his eyes were full of fire. It was the same fire that tried to twist me into submission nine years ago. For some reason, that fire no longer felt painful like before. I had been burned by his words so many times that they now felt numb. (11)

"No. I'm afraid it's much more grave than that. I believe this mastermind was also plotting to kill me as well," I stated facing against Blaise, who glared at me threateningly.

"Edgeworth..." Blaise seethed in warning. (12)

"The mastermind... trying to kill you!?" The Judge exclaimed.

"Yes. My client may've picked up the gun to take my life, but someone was manipulating him to do so. It's true, I exposed my client's harsh treatment toward my previous client Jeff Master, but someone ignited the spark in him to give him a reason to want to end my life. This same person also set up my student, Raymond Shields, just in case the plan failed," I stated.

"You have no proof, Gregory Edgeworth!" Blaise shouted.

"I do. In fact, I will prove it with testimony from the very man that was being set up, Raymond Shields. Your honor, I'd like to call Raymond Shields to the stand. I believe his testimony will expose my son's kidnapper and Yanni Yogi's murder. More than that, I believe he will expose the truth behind this crime!" I stated, slamming my hand on the counter.

"AH! Yes, I-" The Judge stated.

"OBJECTION! This is a waste of time! What makes you think your so called student knows anything!? All you're doing is creating rabbit trails. Perhaps we should question your emotional instability from your son being held hostage or if he's possibly being held hostage by your so called client!" Blaise stated strongly, his voice trying to twist me into submission as he did nine years ago. "Your honor, are you going to let this man bluff his way to allowing a murderer to get away and ignore the possibility that he might be the kidnapper?" (13)

"OBJECTION! My client did not kidnap my son!" I stated strongly.

"Then, tell me this, why would your so called client want to save your son? Originally, your statement was that Von Karma confessed to his crime in order to save his son, but now that no longer applies. The child is your son, the son of the man, whom your client tried to murder. In fact, didn't you say he tried to kill you and even picked up the gun in order to do so?" Blaise smirked with that question in mind.

I could feel my hands hands shaking. It's true, Manfred is trying to save my son, but he also tried to kill me too. I forgave him, but the law will not. I could still present my son's clothes that has Blaise's hair, but I knew it was far too early to reveal that yet. I needed Raymond's testimony in order to present it as legal evidence. (14) I... I needed to...

"Mr. Edgeworth, do you perhaps have proof of Mr. Von Karma's motive to want to save your son?" The Judge asked me.

Motive. That's all I needed. What motive could...?

"If there is no motive, I'm afraid I cannot allow Raymond Shields to testify," the Judge responded, shaking his head.

"So sorry, Edgeworth," Blaise smirked devilishly.

"No..." I seethed, clutching my head.

"Gregory..." Manfred muttered, showing slightly furrowed eyebrows. I couldn't... I'm sorry, Manfred.

"Alright, it's time to decide the verdict. I declare Manfred Von Karma..." The judge began, then...

"HOLD IT!"

https://youtu.be/1nmmE17fq2A

I took my head out of my hands as soon as I heard that voice. I turned toward the entrance and there, before the double doors, was what looked to be like an angry older woman carrying a small toddler in her hands. She seemed to be wearing some sort of white polka-dotted black dress with a white laced collar and black high heels. Her hair seemed to be puffed and tied to a bun. The small girl she was holding in her hands wore a cute little bluish dress, white stockings and a matching bow with shoulder length light blue hair.

"What kind of a kangaroo court is this!? (15) Honestly, this is an outrage!" The woman lashed out angrily.

"Martha?" Manfred gasped in shock. Wait, is that...?

"Who the devil is this woman!?" Blaise seethed in frustration.

"That's what I'd like to know," the Judge muttered.

"My name is Martha Von Kamra. I believe my husband is the one on trial," Martha introduced herself, performing a curtsy bow. "All this talk about motives. I don't care if my husband tried to murder the President of the United States, does he need a reason to save him other than the fact he's a child in danger? What kind of a cold, heartless man do you take my husband for!?"

"Excuse me, but this is a court of-"Blaise glared with eyes full of fire before Martha turned to him with a raging glare that would give Rachael's a run for her money.

"You shut your bearded lips, you foolish swine!" Martha scolded Blaise savagely, who flinched in shock.

"Wow, looks like your boss just met his match. He seems to not do too well with women, not that I'm surprised," I smirked slightly.

"My wife is a Von Karma," Manfred smirked proudly.

"Your honor, even you agree that it takes a certain kind of cruel, heartless monster to look at a child suffering and screaming in pain, yet do nothing to save that child's life. Even murderers and thieves would give their life for one helpless child. Isn't just simply wanting to save a helpless child proof enough? Let us say my husband did murder the Defense Attorney, then can you say he would not be willing to provide his child a home or adopt him, if he had no place to go or should we ignore that possibility just because he's a murderer? If there is a possibility that there is a mastermind, as his Defense Attorney claims, then should we not hear him out? I believe the people of the gallery want to know as much as I do," Martha stated boldly. The child in her arms looked over at Manfred, then reached her arms.

"Papa!" The little girl called out as Martha put down the child and she bolted toward Manfred, who then picked her up and placed her on his lap.

"Your honor, are you going to tell me that this man is capable of leaving any helpless child alone? That he only helps his own children? He is a lot of things, but he is a good and loving father. Any good and loving father would give their life for the sake of the children, even the children of their enemy."

"Hm.... You make a good point, Mrs. Von Karma. Even as a father myself, I would give my life for my enemy's children too. They are children and I've seen Mr. Edgeworth's son on the Defense's bench. He's such a cute child. I don't know anyone, who'd want to harm him, unless they're vindictive monsters," the Judge stated. I could see Blaise's fist shaking from that statement. (16)

"Your honor, if I may. It's true, I don't have physical proof of my client's motive to save my son, but you know I would never defend someone halfheartedly or against my will. Ever since I left the position as Chief Detective, I have done nothing, but speaking the truth and pave my own path. You are a witness to that, your honor. Yesterday, while I never admitted that the child that was kidnapped was my son, I never once stated that he belonged to my client. My client, even as much as he's lied in court during our trials, has chosen to not claim him in this trial for my sake." (17)

"Ah, that is true!"

"Your honor, what made you think that the child belonged to my client?" I asked.

"Well, that was because the Prosecution.... AH!" (18)

"Edgeworth," Blaise said in a low and threatening tone.

I knew what this meant, but if I can save Manfred... I asked, "will you allow me to call Raymond Shields to the stand?"

"... very well. I will allow a testimony," the Judge finally agreed.

"Your honor-" Blaise was about to say before being cut off.

"Chief Prosecutor Debeste, I have always respected you as a brilliant Prosecutor, don't disappointment me." (19)

"Yes, your honor," Blaise replied, sending me a death glare.

Just our glares alone was enough to know there was no turning back. I looked back at Martha, who looked directly at me, then walked to her child. She kissed Manfred's cheek, then turned back to me.

"Mr. Edgeworth, please save my husband," Martha pleaded humbly.

"Thank you," I whispered, earning a smile and a nod from Martha before she left the room, perhaps to return back to the gallery. "You have a good wife."

"Hmph, she's a warrior at heart. Don't let her down, Gregory," Manfred said.

There was no going back. It's now or never. I won't let this moment go to waste. It's time to reveal the truth of DL-6.

AFTER STORY NOTES

1. Before you guys start going on your "how dare they treat Miles this way. Just because he's a kid, doesn't mean he should be belittled," it's not like that. Miles isn't being treated like a little kid, but a minor. While Miles is allowed to help his father in court, if he says something out of line that would normally get a grown adult thrown in jail for Contempt of Court, he'll be gently taken out of the court and looked after by the police at best. In a way, Miles is also  his father's shield, because a Prosecutor that may pull a Franziska's whip or Blackquill's sword may not do that as long as Miles is helping out. So, when Miles states that the opposition doesn't take him as seriously, he means that they try to be gentle with him when he does speak or mention something. Byrne Faraday is the only one that doesn't treat Miles with kid gloves in court, but only because he's a father himself and knows how to  handle children and knows that Miles can take a few jabs in court.

2. What Byrne Faraday means is that because Miles Edgeworth is considered a minor, any report he makes to the police may not be taken seriously. Now, this doesn't mean that if someone was plotting to murder him that Miles can't call the police and report it without recieving any help. Though, if he were to report about one of his friends being abused or his parent hoarding drugs, the police may look into it, but not arrest the culprit, unlike if Miles were a legal adult and reported the same thing.  You have to  understand it from a police's perspective. They get calls from children that are meaningless all the time about their brother sucking them up with a vaccum cleaner or their parents grounding them (I wish I was joking). This is why, if you're a minor, it's important that you report this to a trusted adult and only call 911 if your life is being threatened. 

3. Again, no one has ever been mean to Miles in court, but they don't treat him as harshly as his father. In Miles' mind, that is belittling, because he is still young and arrogant. Alot of us as kids feel this way, especially as teenagers (I'm sure many of you tweens still think that way xP). Believe me, it's not like that. As soon as we become adults, there's a certain way we have to treat children or risk getting killed by angry parents or arrested at worst. In other words, the Prosecutors often are afraid of getting a penalty from the Judge if they speak roughly with Miles when he does speak in court the way he's speaking to Byrne Faraday right now. Again, Byrne Faraday knows how to speak to Miles when he starts debating like this, because he is a father himself and knows how to handle children. 

4. Gregory is the kind of person that doesn't consider himself better than others or his enemies. Gregory is now starting to realize that Blaise isn't acting like a normal human being, because no one would do what he did to Manfred. We, as the audience, know this, because of how Blaise had treated Miles and even tried to take his life before he was born (though, he was aiming to kill Rachael, while she was pregnant). Gregory, though, had always found himself to have been just as cruel as Blaise, until now. It is good to not see ourselves more morally right than others, but we also need to recognize when someone has crossed the line to the point of no return. In that case, we need to distance ourselves from them, because they are so far gone that nothing in our power will help them. 

5. In other words, Detective Badd is going to allow Gregory go through his trial before arresting him. Now, keep in mind that Miles has made an appointment with Byrne Faraday, who is Tyrell Badd's partner. He knows that Miles is in good hands and protected from Blaise. At this moment, he wants to arrest Gregory and Blaise for their past crimes nine years ago, but is willing to allow this trial to go on, so that Gregory can give Manfred a Not Guilty verdict.

6. When Gregory was working under Blaise Debeste, there were a ton of red flags indicating he was being used, but it wasn't until Rachael Newslayday came that he realized it. Most people that were victims of abusive relationships will tell you that, at the moment you're being abused, you think it's normal to be treated that way or see yourself as the bad guy. This is also why Gregory doesn't have alot of high self esteem. If your self esteem is lower than normal, it can be a symptom of abuse. Gregory had lived his entire life around people that abused him both physically and mentally with only a few friends that cared and loved him. By a few friends I meant Damon Gant and Wendy Oldbag. Knowing this much, think of how much DL-6 effected Damon Gant and Wendy Oldbag after the death of Gregory Edgeworth, if we were to use that headcanon with regular canon. I think the rest can speak for itself.

7. Translation: He WILL be arrested after this trial.

8. In case you still don't understand...

https://youtu.be/dIsFg3FSpEQ

That meme never gets old.

9. This is how Wendy Oldbag saw Miles flying overhead like, only a little farther up.

https://youtu.be/UojjrMrW96g

10. Fun fact: I was the same age as Miles when my dad got me a Nintendo 64. I can't remember if it was for my birthday or Christmas.

11. After all the years of Gregory being used and abused by Blaise, his words no longer affect him. At this point, Blaise no longer has Miles, so now he's completely powerless against Gregory. All he has is influence as his power.

12. Blaise knows he's in trouble. He's been using Miles against Edgeworth for so long, using him as kind of his insurance, but now that he crossed a line with hurting Miles, Gregory is no longer holding back and Blaise knows this. He's getting desperate at this point.

13. Since Blaise realizes he can no longer threaten Gregory anymore, he is using the judge to cut him off. This is the influential power that Blaise often uses when gaining power. He's manipulating the judge into thinking that Gregory is unfit, because of the situation with his son.

14. Miles Edgeworth's clothes is not registered evidence, because they're trying to hide it from Blaise. Gregory has to wait until the evidence becomes relevant to the case.

15: "Shut up, Shut up, Shut up
Sit up, Sit up, Sit up
It's a Kangaroo Court
A Kangaroo Court"
If you don't know this song, you have not lived.

16. This pretty much shows the flaw in Blaise's argument in Manfred only having a motive to save a child, if it was his own. He's frustrated, because to him, it is stupid to think that a murderer would care about the children of their enemies. What he doesn't realize is that this is what most people would do. Children are more helpless and thus are more sacred. 

17. Since Gregory doesn't have physical proof of Manfred's motive, what he does use is his reputation as a Defense Attorney and Manfred's cooperation as his client. Manfred isn't the kind of person to cooperate with anyone or trust Defense Attorneys. The fact he was able to do that much for Gregory, whom he tried to kill, shows the Judge the impossibility of Manfred kidnapping Miles or using him against Gregory. Gregory would never have agreed to defend Manfred and Manfred would never have agreed to not lie in court about Miles being his son. Sometimes reputation can be considered evidence.

18. The Judge is now starting to realize that Blaise might've been involved in the kidnapping and murder.

19. Now, that the Judge suspects Blaise being involved in this case, he's guarding himself from Blaise's influence, which he's widely known for.