September 7, 3:11 PM
Detention Center
Visitor's Room

Phoenix and I went to the detention center to have a chat with Miss May. As soon as she saw us both enter the room, her eyes twitched.

"Well hello! I didn't expect anyone to visit me in such a dank place as this... It's really quite... moving. Not! You stinking lawyer! Dumb witch!! I hope you two die! Have you come to laugh? Yes, laugh at the fallen Miss May!"

"No, not really, there's something we wanted to ask.", Phoenix sighed.

"Unfortunately, there is nothing I want to BE asked. Haven't you done enough questioning, you...! Spiky-head!"

"You're scaring the security guard.", I deadpanned. Miss May blinked, switching quickly to her cute persona.

"... So? What is it you wish to ask of me, then? Hmm?"

"About the man who stayed with you in your hotel room..."

"..."

"What can you tell me about him?"

"No way, Jose."

"... Fine, be that way. We'll get you talking, April." , I smirked as I ushered Phoenix outside with me, going back to Grossberg Law Offices.

Maybe I can find something that could tell me why he didn't want to take the case.

September 7
Grossberg Law Offices

Phoenix and I made it to Grossberg's Office, but he was nowhere to be seen. The painting that used be in the office was gone, and Phoenix seemed to notice some photos on the table, which he picked up to look at. 

"Hey Mary, come take a look at this...", Phoenix showed me the two photos, both labeled "DL-6 Incident A + B" respectfully. "A" surprised me: it was a photo of Mystic Misty Fey, Mystic Mia's missing mother.

Why does Grossberg have this...!?

"I'll keep this...", I mumbled, pocketing the photo. Mystic Maya probably didn't remember her mother, but I did. At least, I saw her a few times before she disappeared. I looked at the other photo, raising my brow at the strange smug look on his face and the brightly colored hair he had. 

"I feel like this is important for something."

"Same feeling. We'll take it. Let's go to the hotel, see if Miss May left anything behind we might be able to use for the court."

"Isn't that snooping...?", Phoenix deadpanned as I dragged him to the hotel.

September 7
Gatewater Hotel
Room 303

When we got to the hotel, the bellboy greeted us in Miss May's room.

"Ah, welcome, sir, ma'am! Quite the performance today, if I dare say so myself."

"Can't say the same for you, Mr. Belman... You were actively hiding info from the court.", I huffed.

"A-Apologies, ma'am, it was an order..."

"Whatever... at least you redeemed yourself in the end."

"No, no, not at all, ma'am! Both of your efforts today were the ones that helped the Gatewater's "rep," as they say."

"Huh? "Rep"?", Phoenix questioned.

"Yes! Our reputation will swell as the hotel where the murderer used a wiretap! We can charge a premium for the room, of course. It will be great for business, sir!"

"Whoa, whoa! Miss May hasn't been charged with murder."

"I, too, will become famous! "The Bellboy, Mr. Steward Belman, who brought the murderer ice coffee"...! So! You are our honored guest. Please let me know if there is anything I can bring you!"

"About Miss May... "

"Oh, her? Sir, not to boast but I knew the moment I saw her... "She'd do it!" I said!"

"Do what? She wasn't even doing anything when she got to the hotel. You, Mr. Belman, are way too excited...", I muttered.

"Could you tell me about this hotel?"

"Absolutely! And on that subject, I have an excellent idea, sir! Currently, this hotel is known as the "Gatewater." I propose that we add a subtitle!"

"A subtitle!?"

"The Gatewater Hotel -- Murder Manor -- Well? What do you think?"

"Um... sounds great!"

"I wanted to ask you about the man who was with Miss May.", I stated.

"Ah, yes... He struck me as a real "Lady Killer," if you'll pardon the expression. I knew it from the moment I saw him, ma'am. He and I are of the same ilk. We both carry the scent of... danger."

"Okay then..."

"If you had a photo of that man, I'm quite sure I could identify him."

"Hm...", I turned to Phoenix and pointed to his pocket. He got the message, pulling out the photo of the man with the weird hair. "What about him?"

"... That's him, Detective."

"Are you sure? This is the man that was with Miss May?"

"Without a doubt, that is the man who checked in with Miss April May. How about I write an affidavit swearing that that's him!"

"Well, that would actually be very good for us."

"Yes! I've always wanted to write an affidavit, ma'am. From hence forth I will be known as the "bellboy who swore the affidavit"!"

"Write it before I change my mind, Mr. Belman.", the bellboy quickly picked up the notepad that was in one of the drawers, writing it quickly and handing it over. I folded it up in my pocket. We thanked Mr. Belman and went back to the Detention Center.

September 7
Detention Center
Visitor's Room

"YOU TWO AGAIN!? Can't you take a hint and stay gone?", Miss May spat, but I wasn't having any of it. I pulled out the photo of the man and slammed it on the table for her to see.

"... ! Where did you...--?"

"This is him, we know it by now. The bellboy wrote an affidavit confirming it.", I stated as I pulled out the affidavit and slammed it down right next to the picture, making Miss May jump in her place. "No use playing your little game, April. I frankly don't give a shit about what happens to you, so I can easily leak this to the press, your reputation will be in the depths of hell after I am done with you..."

"... Ugh, fine. You win, Detective."

"Glad you finally see things our way~ Phoenix, take it away."

"*cough* Now, tell me about the man you were with.", Phoenix asked.

"That man... He's my boss. Redd White, the president of the information gathering conglomerate, Bluecorp."

White... that's the guy Mystic Maya mentioned...

"Information gathering?"

"Well... I suppose you could call them a detective agency."

"Hmm... So this is the man that was with you the night of the murder?"

"... I'm... I'm scared to talk. I don't want to end up like her!"

"I don't CARE!!", I yelled, Miss May yelping and Phoenix jumping away slightly. "I lost one of the very few people in this damn world I consider family, and you had a hand in that. So, frankly, if you end up like her, don't expect me to EVER feel sympathy for you--"

"MARY!!", Phoenix scolded loudly, grabbing my shoulders and shaking me a bit. "Calm down! Go outside and wait for me."

"I am no--!!"

"Don't argue with me right now, Mary. Just go.", I unclenched my fists, my nails revealing marks in my palms. I stood up and left the room, making my way outside to calm down. I paced back and forth until Phoenix exited the building. "Mary, I know you're upset, I am too... But did you really have to say that to Miss May?"

"I didn't, but I did, and that's not changing. If I had it my way, she'd be dead where she stands."

"... You know that's not right--"

"I never said I was a good person, Phoenix."

"... Fine, just-- I want you to mind your words next time. For Chief."

"... Whatever. What did Miss May tell you?"

"She said she works at Bluecorp. The guy in the photo is her boss, so we might be able to find him there. But first I wanna check if Grossberg's in his office."

"Alright then, let's go.", I nodded, following Phoenix's directions.

September 7
Grossberg Law Offices

"Alright, this is getting ridiculous. Where the heck is that loafer?", Phoenix snapped quietly, in which someone cleared their throat very loudly.

"*Ah-HHHHEM!* Ah hah! You two again.", Grossberg came in with a nod.

"Um, hello, Mr. Grossberg."

"Hey, Grossy."

"... Well, well. You two were quite the thing.", Grossberg smiled a bit.

"Excuse me...?", Phoenix muttered.

"The trial! The trial!"

So he was there...

"Reminded me of myself when I was a youth! It brings back memories, it does! "Ah... the days of my youth... like the scent of fresh lemon..." you see. ... I apologize."

"?"

"I... It was all a bit too much for me. Seeing you two today, I... well, I... ..."

"Enough stuttering.", I interjected.

"W-What?"

"You said you were "busy". Busy... but not busy enough to watch the whole thing, right?"

"Y-Yes, yes I did. Something was bothering me all last night, you see. I couldn't get a wink of sleep."

"And what was that?"

"Well, you see, it's just... Mia's sister, that poor girl. My girl, I owe you my thanks, truly. I don't know what I would have done if things had gone poorly for the girl. "

"If you were that worried, you would have defended "the poor girl". Now I asked before, but I expect a more clear answer now. Why did you refuse her request for defense? I think I have a right to know."

"A right, Miss Phree? No, no, I'm sorry. It's just, I need more time to think about it, my girl."

"Fine, then let's talk about something you might be more inclined to speak about. The other day, there was a huge, pretentious-looking painting on that wall..."

""Pretentious-looking"...?"

"Where did it go?"

"Ah, yes, well... I... got rid of it. Got quite tired of the thing, really. I, er, sold it, you see. Yes, that's right."

"Sold it? I don't buy it, no pun intended. You said you had no intention of parting with that thing."

"I don't see how it's any of your business! Please, speak no more of that accursed painting. I didn't... I... *mumble* *mumble*"

"A-Alright, um, I was wondering about this photograph...", Phoenix showed Grossberg the photo of the man.

"Where did you get that!? Give it back at once!", Grossberg huffed as he snatched the photo from him.

"I'm sorry to have taken it without your knowledge. But... I have to know. Who is this man? He was most likely in April May's room the night of the murder."

"! What's that you say!? A-are you QUITE sure? My boy?"

"That's what was confirmed."

"I... I beg your pardon, but I must ask you to leave. I need to be alone.", Grossberg led us out of the office, not explaining further.

"Let's just... go to Bluecorp. I'm sure we'll be able to get more answers from Mr. Grossberg will share more if we have more info."

"*sigh* This has turned into a wild goosechase.", I muttered.

September 7
Bluecorp Inc.
CEO's Office

What's with the surreal décor...? It's an eyesore.

Phoenix and I got to the CEO's office, cringing at the weird furniture. A huge statue of the CEO holding a globe with the name of the company on it, a table made of pegs in the shape of lower human anatomy, pieces of furniture probably more expensive than my entire salary for ten years, and... The painting that was in Mr. Grossberg's office. Just then, the man we were looking for walked in, weird haircut and suit and all. Redd White...

"Welcome! Please furnish me with the title of your personage!", the man asked.

"... What?", I muttered.

"Your name! What's your name? I was just inquirably asking the title that you go by."

"Um, it's Miss Phree."

"Uh... Wright. Phoenix Wright.", Phoenix waved.

"Mr. Wright, Miss Phree? Right, I see... Splendiferous. Perhaps I have intimidated you with my giantesque vocabulary...?"

No but you do sound like a pretentious prick.

"I'm Redd White, CEO of Bluecorp. You know, Corporate Expansion Official? My business dealings bring me into contact with the elite of the elite. So I'm afraid I am not used to conversing with the wordily-challenged. Hmmm, let me guess... You are an attorney fresh out of law school, are you not? And you are his partner in crime. That's the only explanation for why you would come to meet me like this!"

"What are you, a stalker?", I spat.

"Ohohoho, how hilarious, Miss Phree!"

I'm not laughing...

"No matter. So, what business does a "mighty" lawyer have with a man such as myself?"

And he's ignoring me...

"Miss May is an employee of Bluecorp, is she not?", Phoenix asked.

"Correct. She was my secretariat. What a shock it was to hear what she has done!"

""What she has done"... You mean the wiretap?"

"Indeed! She is paid to answer phones. Tapping them is NOT in her job description. She does gather information for us as part of her duties. But I assure you, we do not condone illegal methods! It is ineffable that she would do this."

"Last I checked, information collection companies don't have the best track record when it comes to "Legal methods"...", I muttered. Mr. White cleared his throat, his smile still plastered on.

"Which is why Bluecorp has risen to the top, with how reliable we are!"

I doubt it. Considering you are using April May as a scapegoat.

"On the night of the murder were you in April May's hotel room?"

"Who can say? I seldom pay attention to mundane details such as time and place. My motto is: "Don't worry, be happy!""

"The hotel bellboy has stated on the record that he does remember you very clearly. So, jog your memory for me and stop wasting my time..."

"... No matter! The bellboy can say what he pleases. I still won't talk to you. If you want me to speak, put me on the witness stand! Although I doubt you'd be capable of doing that."

He raises a good question, actually... Why didn't prosecution call him as a witness? He should have "seen" the same thing as April May...

"Oh hoh hoh. The police... the courts... To me they are mere toys. Playthings for my amusement!"

Ominous much?

"What kind of company is Bluecorp, anyway?", Phoenix asked.

"Ah, excellent question! We buy and sell various kinds of information. We are a company of the future! You might say, we ARE the future! In just 10 years, I've built this business up into the grand office you see now. Ah, in case you were wondering, Bluecorp was named after the color "blue"! I, Redd White of Bluecorp, as founder and CEO, named it so! And why, you ask? Because I like the color blue of course! Fantabulistic, is it not?"

It's not.

"Uh... there's something that's been bothering me."

"Yes? What might that be?"

"That big painting on the wall over there... You know, I've actually seen that painting before."

"Oh?"

"Just yesterday, actually."

"Your point being...?"

"My point is simple. Er, rather, my question is simple: Why is that painting hanging on your wall?"

"... Mr. Wrong, Miss Phlee, was it?"

"Wright."

"Phree.", I snapped.

"It appears you do not fully grasp your positions here. I ask again. Who are you two?"

"He's a lawyer, I'm a detective. What's your point?"

"No, my feeble friend. A "mere" lawyer. Worth nothing. Zilch. Zippo. Nada! Just like that sorry excuse for an attorney, Grodyburger!"

Grossberg...!?

Just then, Mr. White reared his fist back to try and hit me, but Phoenix pushed me away quickly and took the blow straight to the face.

"Phoenix!", I gasped, quickly helping him up. I glared at the CEO, his smile disgusting me. "What the hell was that!?"

"Well, Mr. Lawyer. What will you do, eh? Charge me with assault? Charge away, I welcome it! For it is YOU who will be found guilty!"

"What...?", Phoenix groaned, rubbing his jaw.

"Heed my exposition! The police, the courts, they all do my bidding. I don't expect you to understand. It is a world beyond your compensation. ... You came here from Grodyburger's, I presume?"

"Mr. Grossberg's... yes."

"Then you must ask him: Why is it that this painting of his hangs here? Perhaps then he will tell you? Perhaps he will explain how a man can live life purely for personal profit! ... Go now! Skedaddle! There is nothing more to discuss!", Mr. White quickly pushed us both out, slamming the door shut.

"Are you okay?", I asked Phoenix, making sure he wasn't injured.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine, just a bruise... We need to go see Mr. Grossberg. This has gone too far.", Phoenix huffed as he brushed himself off.

"Agreed. I'll force it out of him if I have to..."

September 7
Grossberg Law Offices

Phoenix and I entered the office, seeing Grossberg mumbling to himself. Phoenix turned to me for a second before clearing his throat very loudly.

"Jumping Jehosephats! Oh! You two!", Grossberg huffed.

"What's wrong? You looked so pensive... like an old man at the end of his days.", Phoenix questioned with a brow raised.

"Hmm? I'm not senile yet! I was just thinking about this whole mess..."

"Yeah, the mess that you're making us clean.", I snapped. Grossberg gulped slowly, rubbing his neck. "We paid Bluecorp a visit."

"Oh? Oh, I see.", Grossberg started to sweat profusely, trying to calm himself.

"We saw something there that piqued our interest."

"Oh? What is it? Well, out with it, my girl!"

"Don't boss me around, old man, as if you have any control here!", I scoffed, slamming my hand on the desk. Grossberg yelped, jumping in his seat. I pointed at where the painting used to be, not breaking eye contact with Grossberg. "There was a giant painting hanging right there the other day. You know, the one you said you had "no intention of parting with"? Well, we saw it. Today. It was in the CEO's office at Bluecorp. Redd White's office. Explain."

"... So... you noticed. I suppose I should have guessed you would. It is a large painting..."

"Mr. Grossberg, I know you and White are connected."

"C-connected, you say?"

"Mr. White has something on you, doesn't he? Blackmail, perhaps?"

"...!"

"I think that painting is fairly gaudy proof..."

"... Very well. This may be the chance I've been waiting for. Maybe it's time to get this off my chest, so I can finally rest easy again. After all, you two were Mia's understudies. Perhaps it was fate?"

"Or maybe from us going on a wild goose chase for information. Now talk."

"Redd White is a man who makes his living through intimidation. Bluecorp is a company that excels in finding people's weaknesses, I'm afraid. I've been paying them for 15 years now... All because of the "DL-6 Incident," as you may have guessed."

The tag on the back of those photographs...

"As you suspected, I could not stand in defense of Maya because of this. White would have destroyed me if I did. It is hard for me to tell you this. But arresting Redd White will be nigh on impossible."

"And why is that?"

"He has information on everyone. It gives him an iron grip! He owns judges, attorneys, prosecutors, police... and politicians."

"What!?", Phoenix gasped.

"They are bound, unable to do harm to themselves, and therefore, to him. Don't look at me like that. What you see is nothing more than the weight of many years."

"What is the "DL-6 Incident"?", Phoenix questioned.

""DL-6" is nothing more than the sorting code the police gave the case. It was 15 years ago now... I received a request from a medium. A spirit medium. Her name was Misty Fey."

"Mystic Mia's mother...", I whispered.

"Indeed. She was Mia's mother. She had been investigating a murder at the bequest of the police. And... she failed. As a result, the police called her a fraud. I did all I could for her, and in the end, cleared her of wrongdoing. That murder case, however remains unsolved to this day. That case, is the DL-6 Incident."

"What does this have to do with the blackmail?"

"The DL-6 Incident was top-secret at the time. It made sense. The police didn't want people to know they were using a medium! They couldn't let people know. But one person found out. I... I told him.", at that, I grabbed Grossberg by his lapel and shook him once violently, my rage escaping.

"You did WHAT!?"

"M-Mary, let go of him!", Phoenix held my arm and forced me to let go of Grossberg. He coughed a bit before clearing his throat.

"Why... Why did you do it!? I need answers!", I spat.

"H-He offered me riches...! It is an embarrassment to me now. Because I talked, the police were mocked far and wide. In secret, they began looking for the one who sold them out. Of course White heard about it, and he came to me. Only this time, the offer was blackmail."

"... You fucking deserve it."

"...!"

"Mary!"

"Don't "Mary!" me!", I snapped, jerking away from Phoenix. "He ruined Mystic Misty's life, in turn ruining Mystic Mia's and Mystic Maya's lives!! Both men deserve hell on Earth!!"

"That doesn't mean you can snap at him! He's suffering too--"

"And I'm glad he is!", I shouted. Phoenix seemed to gulp, calming himself down.

"I'm mad too. But we have to focus on what's important...", Phoenix turned to Grossberg, who was looking down in shame. "Did Mia look into White before?"

"... White controls the law of this country as he sees fit. Yet if you would still challenge him... Have a close look at Mia's office."

"Mia's office...?"

"She followed his every move for years. She may have recorded something of what she found.", Phoenix nodded, turning to me and leading me out of the office.

"Do you... need a coffee or something?"

"I don't need anything. I'll get rest or coffee or whatever when Mystic Maya is free."

"I-I see. Then let's just go to the office. We might find something there."

September 7
Fey & Co. Law Offices

"It's funny, looking at this room, it seems... so normal. Hard to imagine a murder took place here. Mr. Grossberg said there would be clues...", Phoenix muttered, walking up to the shelves and looking through them slowly. I followed him, checking the files one by one. Phoenix went through the A-I shelf. "Let's see if there's a record in this file that catches my eye." "A"... "B"... "F"! "Misty Fey." That's Mia and Maya's mother. Hmmm... Should we take a look?"

"Go for it.", I nodded.

"'I have tarnished the Fey name.' Leaving only these words, my mother vanished. I was determined to find the ones who had made my mother blame herself in this way. Using the E.S.P. that runs in my family, I held an audience with the dead. Finally, the names of two men surfaced. One was Marvin Grossberg, a lawyer who sold my mother's information for riches. The other was the man who sold that information to the press. This parasite, who makes his fortune on threats and coercion... His name is...", Hmm. The record stops there. ... So, Mia knew Grossberg..."

"Hm, this is just confirming what we already know. What about J-S... "S" is the biggest file... "Suicide"? ... Mystic Mia has a collection of suicide reports. There's politicians... policemen... ... ...! There's writing on most of these in pencil. "White"... This is Mia's handwriting. Mia thought he was involved in these "suicides""

"White drove them all to... ... We can use these newspaper clippings. Hmm... let's find the most disturbing one...", Phoenix pulled out one that mentioned the most gruesome one and taking it. "What about W...? "White"!", Phoenix went to check the file, but it was empty.

"Nothing we can do about that. Let's go."

"Where are we going?"

"Bluecorp. We're going to get answers now."

September 7
Bluecorp Inc.
CEO's Office

"Well, aren't you persistent.", White chuckled as we walked into the office.

"Sorry, but there's something we have to ask you.", Phoenix stated.

"Mr. Lawyer, I really hate having to repeat myself... But it seems the message has not yet penetrated your thick skull... Stop bothering me! If you try my patience further, I fear a nasty accident may occur. Do I make myself clear?"

"And we're not leaving until we got our answers. Do *I* make myself clear?", I stated with a hint of rage in my tone. "Mr. White... see this? It's an article describing the suicide of a politician."

"..."

"He was embezzling secret government funds. Then, one day, word got leaked to the press. The very next day he took his own life."

"And this concerns me how...?"

"I found this article in Miss Mia's office."

"Miss Mia...?"

"She had a file filled with articles like this. Every one of them was labeled with a single word... "White.""

"...!"

"Mr. White, I know what you did to this politician. You were blackmailing him"

"Blackmail?"

"Not just him, either. You were threatening and coercing hundreds of others! You were involved in all of the suicide cases that Mia investigated! This company is built on blackmail! We're right, aren't we?", Phoenix interjected.

"What a bizarre accusation. Mr. Wrong, Miss Phlee... What is it that you should be doing now? Investigating me? No no no. I think not! You should be searching for the one who killed Miss Mia!", Mr. White pressed a button on the interphone on his desk.

"Secretary's Office, hello?"

"Mr. Wrong and Miss Phlee will be leaving now."

"Yes, sir. I'll send someone right away."

"Wait a second, Mr. White... You are absolutely right. We should be looking for the killer now. And actually, we've done better. We've found him. He's sitting right in front of us.", Phoenix stated.

"Just what are you insinuating?"

"Mia was on to you. She was keeping tabs. For this reason, you had April May tapping her phone. Then, Mia was murdered, and all the documents about you mysteriously disappeared. So, the culprit would be...?"

"..."

"Even a child could work it out, Mr. White. You did it!"

"...", Mr. White's face was neutral, not even smiling. He turned on the interphone again.

"Secretary's office."

"We won't be needing an escort for Mr. Wrong and Miss Phlee. Instead, please connect me to the public prosecutor's office."

"Of course, sir. One moment please... ... White? That you? What are you doing calling me at a time like this!?"

"Hello. Chief Prosecutor? I've changed my mind. I want to testify tomorrow."

"What's this about?"

"The Mia Fey case. I witnessed the murder, you see. And, thus, as a very important witness, I would like to testify."

"What? Why now? I thought you said you didn't want to go to court?"

"Quietude...! I told you I changed my mind, didn't I? Oh, and one other thing. Send the police over here right away. The man is standing right in front of me. He looks dazed but could be violent!"

"What? What man?"

"Are you even listening? The executioner! The hatchet-man! The liquidator... The killer, man!"

"What!?", Phoenix sputtered.

"Mr. White... this isn't another one of those...", the chief prosecutor muttered through the interphone.

"Chief Prosecutor. I do not believe you are in a position to freely offer your opinions to me, correct? I'm telling you to send the police, now!"

"*beep*"

"... Did I not tell you, Mr. Wrong? You are a mere lawyer! And you are a mere detective, Miss Phlee! As was Miss Mia."

"How dare you!", Phoenix spat.

"I'll point the finger at you, and you will be tried as Miss Mia's killer! The case is as good as settled. No lawyer of any worth will defend you. I have friends in the local lawyer's association, you see. You'll be given a lawyer so stupendously inept that they make even you look competent.", just then. Gumshoe burst through the door.

"Detective Gumshoe, reporting, sir! Aaa! Butz! Hairy Butz!"

"Wright, actually. Phoenix Wright. And my friend's name is "Larry"...", Phoenix muttered, not knowing how to react.

"Oh, right! Sorry, pal. Butz was that murderer, right?"

"Detective Gumshoe. I present to you, the man who killed Miss Mia Fey!", Mr. White pointed at Phoenix with a smirk.

"W-what!?"

"Take this despicable human being into custody. ... Farewell, Mr. Wrong!"

September 8, 3:37 PM
Detention Center
Visitor's Room

Mystic Maya was released and Phoenix was put in custody. Mystic Maya insisted we help Phoenix, which I already wanted to do because I wanted revenge for Mystic Mia's suffering. We walked into the visitor's room, seeing Phoenix sitting the chair deep in thought.

"... Wright! Mr. Wright!", Mystic Maya called.

"Oh, Maya! Great, they let you out of detention.", Phoenix sighed. "Mary, did they take your testimony?"

"White seemed to bribe the police, because they refused to give me the light of day.", I huffed.

"I don't believe it! How many people does that man need to destroy before he's satisfied!? My mother... My sister... And now you! This has gone too far! Mr. Wright, please tell me, is there anything I can do?", Mystic Maya asked.

"Um... well... Well, you could cheer for me in court.", Phoenix shrugged.

"Cheer for you? You mean... like a cheerleader?"

"Huh? Um, yeah, like that."

"Alright! Leave it to me!"

"Huh?"

"I'd better go get a uniform and some pom-poms...!"

"Let's not.", I sighed.

"But... but I can't just sit here and do nothing! I've got to give that man a piece of my mind!"

"Just come to court tomorrow, for moral support."

"O-okay! I'll be there! I'll show them a thing or two!"

"And... I'll help."

"Really?", Phoenix asked.

"Yeah. You've been fighting for Mystic Mia and Mystic Maya; I can't leave you hanging."

CHAPTER 5, END!