Day 3
Manfred was unprepared for his next visitor. He was facing away from the hallway, reading one of the books from the prison library. His next visitor was supposed to arrive in 30 minutes, but apparently she had decided to show up early.
''Hello, Papa.''
Manfred's eyes widened. This was the last person he was expecting. He put the book and turned around. And standing there, of course, was his daughter, Franziska von Karma. It had been a while since Manfred had seen her. She had cut her blue hair short, and had a new brooch at her throat. But she had her whip at her side. Some things never change.
''What are you doing here, Franziska?'' Manfred asked, ''You're supposed to be working a case in Germany.''
''I won that case, of course.'' Franziska replied, ''And afterwards I heard on the news about what... what happened.''
Manfred was silent.
''You lost.''
''Yes.''
''You tried to frame Miles Edgeworth for murder.''
''Yes.''
''And that has been your goal for the last 15 years.''
''... Yes.''
Franziska was silent for a moment. Then, with cat-like reflexes, she took out her whip and struck it against the prison cell bars. Manfred didn't flinch. No matter how angry Franziska was, she would never hurt her own father.
''How dare you!'' she cried out, ''You raised him like a pig for slaughter! He was like a son to you!''
''He was never my son.''
Franziska was silent again, as if carefully choosing her next words, ''You always taught me that the guilty verdict was all that mattered. That defense attorneys were scum that tried to protect murderers. Was that a lie?''
''It is not a lie. Perfection is the von Karma creed. To attain a guilty verdict by any means necessary. I have lived by it, and so have you. I expect you to continue living by that rule.''
''You're not perfect.''
Manfred stood up at that, ''What?''
''You heard me.'' Franziska was fighting back tears, ''You're not perfect. You lost. You're a murderer. You're just like the scum that I prosecute every day. But I still have my perfect win record. That makes me better than you and Miles Edgeworth. And after you're dead, I'm going to find the attorney that beat you and I will defeat him. That will prove that I am better than Miles Edgeworth once and for all!''
Franziska stopped to take a breath. And what she said next rocked Manfred to the core.
''You... are no longer a von Karma. You are not worthy of that name. Goodbye, Papa.''
And she was gone.
