“Here we are, Daddy,” Trucy said to her dad as they both neared a small German restaurant. The small sign above the doorway said, “Das gute Essen der Mama” which means “The Good Food of Mama”. “Yep, this is the place, Daddy,” Trucy said, checking her cellphone to see if they got the right address. “And look! There’s Polly, by the window,” Trucy exclaimed, pointing to the pointy-haired defense attorney with the red vest as they entered.
“Ack!!!” Apollo jumped at the sudden nudge of his shoulder. “Oh, Trucy, it’s just you. And, uh, hello Mr. Wright. Um, I met a specific Mr. Miles Edgeworth, who said he was your friend,” Apollo told Phoenix.
“Oh, so you met Edgeworth already. Isn’t he over there, at the table across from ours?” Phoenix asked, never imagining he would finally meet Edgeworth again in seven years.
“Um, yeah, and he says he has g-guests as well. Better not, er, disturb him until they a-arrive. And, uh, h-happy Father’s Day, Mr. Wright,” a nervous Apollo stammered.
Just then, a woman with a whip and a stern-looking man who seemed as though he was in his 90’s but still strong was at the door. Phoenix turned around and, to his surprise, he saw the von Karmas approaching their table and seating themselves at the table across theirs, where Edgeworth was sitting.
“Edgeworth never mentioned who his guests really were, right, Apollo?” Phoenix asked almost immediately. “N-n-no, Mr. Wright. He only said he had guests after our conversation. D-do you perhaps, uhm, know his guests?” Apollo stuttered again nervously.
“Sadly, yes, although I never expected them,” Phoenix said. “The woman with the whip is Prosecutor Franziska von Karma. She was quite famous at the Prosecutors’ Office when I was a lawyer, but about a year after I met her, she went back to Germany to lengthen her “perfect win record”. The other guest is Manfred von Karma, her father, and didn’t lose a single case in forty years, but after he was found out as being the murderer of Gregory Edgeworth, his rival defense attorney and Edgeworth’s father, he was sentenced to prison. Did you get all that, Apollo?”
Apollo simply replied with a blank stare, and then there was silence at the table for a few minutes.
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“Das gute Essen der Mama. This is the restaurant with Miles Edgeworth’s reservation, but let us see if Mama’s food is really that good,” a never-contented Franziska said to her father as they entered the German restaurant.
“There he is, Papa,” Franziska pointed out. She made her way through the front tables and near the window, where a hobo (she never would have guessed it was actually Phoenix Wright), a rookie defense attorney (she could only tell by the badge) and a magician-in-training were sitting, and sat on one of the chairs at the table where Edgeworth was sitting.
“Hello Franziska. Sir (that was what he was trained to say to Manfred during his training as a prosecutor),” he greeted them as they sat. He then passed out the menus saying, “Here are their specialties. I’ve already ordered my own food before you got here so please pick. I will be handling the bill, so do not worry about money either.”
“Prepared and organized as ever, I see, Miles Edgeworth,” Franziska commented him on his behavior, though when she looked at him, he seemed to be looking at the other table. Baffled, she asked, “Do you know any of those foolish fools at that table? You seem intent on gazing at them for quite a while.”
“I met the one with the attorney’s badge,” Edgeworth explained. “His name is Apollo Justice, and he has made quite a name for himself, considering he has defeated Kristoph Gavin’s younger brother Klavier thrice, like he did to me. The guest in the gray hoodie seems, well, rather familiar, although I can’t quite pinpoint where I’ve seen him before…Gaaah!”
Franziska’s whip apparently made quite an effect on the magenta-clad prosecutor, because his expression was surprisingly loud for a man who was used to the whippings. “Do not keep your head in the clouds, Miles Edgeworth! Do you expect us to just wait for our food idly while you stare at the fools by the opposing table?” Franziska roared furiously.
“The pastime that I would take pleasure in the most is to overpower the man that threw me in prison, Phoenix Wright, however, news from seven years ago discloses that he lost his attorney’s badge and therefore, I would like to challenge…him!” Manfred said, indicating Apollo at the next table with his finger.
“Papa, you are only on parole,” the always dissatisfied Franziska eagerly informed her father. “And even if you were free, Papa, I doubt there are many cases that the court would allow you to handle again.”
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“You know, Apollo, Trucy, this was a great surprise, but what would really make my day is to see a courtroom battle again,” Phoenix Wright shared with the two.
“But Mr. Wright, I don’t have any clients at the moment. You can’t watch a courtroom battle without a case!” Apollo practically shrieked at him, but then Edgeworth pulled him aside, saying, “Excuse me, but I really must talk to Mr. Justice, so if you’ll excuse us…” but was stopped at the reply that he heard.
“Okay, Edgeworth, and say hi to the von Karmas for me too,” Phoenix inadvertently told him.
Edgeworth then hastily dragged Apollo to a corner of the restaurant and asked him out of the blue, “Mr. Justice, this is not the reason I am talking to you here, but is that really Wright who is your guest?”
“Well, yeah. It is Father’s day and Trucy wanted to do something special for her dad, although he’s asking me to do an impossible request, actually. He wants to see me in court, having a courtroom battle. Wait, Mr. Edgeworth, why are you…grinning?” Apollo asked at the reaction he gave to what he just said.
Edgeworth clarified, “Actually, what you have just said would help me in my request. My two guests are my former mentor, Manfred von Karma, and his daughter, Franziska von Karma. Mr. von Karma actually asked of me the same thing that Wright has asked of you: a battle in court. I have strong ties with the government in this district actually, and could arrange for a case to be taken, but what he was asking was that he would battle either you, or Wright,” Edgeworth stopped to take a breath. “So will you oblige, Mr. Justice?”
“Well, if it would make Trucy and Mr. Wright happy then…I guess I have no choice,” Apollo told him glumly. “Well, I-I have to tell Mr. Wright, because this is really a v-very abrupt r-revelation, Mr. E-Edgeworth,” Apollo hesitated again uneasily, and walked briskly toward the table.
End of Chapter 2
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