Rei Ryghts: Ace Attorney

The High School Turnabout

By Derald Snyder

Epilogue

February 19

Lowee North High School

Literature Club

"Yuki Nagato," the student council president began, "seeing as you have failed to procure a quorum of five members for your club, I am ordering the Literature Club's dissolution forthwith. Pack up your belongings and vacate at once."

"And just what will become of this room?" Koizumi inquired.

"The Computer Club next door has been looking for some extra storage space," said Kimidori, though her expression was remorseful. "I'm sorry, Nagato-san, but there is no other option..."

"HOLD IT!" a voice cried out, Kimidori and the president turning to see Ryoko Asakura standing there. "Not so fast, Mr. President! Now that I'm no longer class president, I'll be joining this club."

"Asakura-san," the president sighed in frustration, "even if you were to join at this point, it still doesn't meet quorum..."

"Objection!" Ryoko pointed her finger in the young man's face. "I didn't say I was the only one joining..."

"That's rights! I'm joining the club as well, nyoro~!" A familiar face walked into view.

"Tsuruya?!" John and Yuki gasped in shock.

"But, what about the Calligraphy Club?" Yuki asked.

"What about its? I can always drops back in and say 'hi', can'ts I?" Tsuruya countered. "But I feel this club's gonna be mega more fun, nyoro~!"

"...Well, student council president? I believe we've met quorum now," Koizumi said with a smug smirk.

"So you can tell the Computer Club they'll have to look elsewhere for their storage space," Asakura piled on.

"...So you have," the president conceded. "So be it, then. But let me say that I don't appreciate your sudden penchant for the dramatic. Rei Ryghts is NOT the best example to emulate, you know... You are on thin ice as it is. Do try to behave yourself from now on. Let's go, Kimidori-san." With that, he and Kimidori departed.

"Asakura-san... thank you so much," Yuki sighed in relief. "Without the Literature Club, I wouldn't know where to go..."

"Well, what are friends for?" Ryoko smiled at her fellow students. "I just hope John-kun's alien friend doesn't come in and take over..."

"Yare yare," Kyon sighed, "I don't think Haruhi would do something like that... she might drop in and say 'hi', though."

"I kinda hope she does! Haru-nyan seem like a lot of mega funs!" Tsuruya spoke up. "Hey, I know! Let's put our hands together for the new Literature Club, nyoro! In a huddle, that is!"

"You mean like in that kids' hockey movie? Okay," John Smith agreed.

So the group huddled together, each placing a hand in the middle, for throwing them up and declaring in unison, "GOOOO LITERATURE CLUB!"

February 19

Garreg Mach Military Academy

Front Gate

White Heart touched down a few yards from the gate, reverting to her human form and walking up to the gate proper. "Greetings, Lady Blanc!" the lone guard greeted. "Nothing to repo... Wahhhh! L-L-Lady Blanc, in the flesh?! W-what are you doing here?!"

"I'm here to see the bishop," Blanc stated. "Do you know where she is?"

"Ah, uh, she's probably in her office right now..." the gatekeeper stammered.

"Thank you," Blanc nodded, briskly waking past the guard into the building proper...

February 19

Garreg Mach Military Academy

Bishop's Office

*knock knock knock*

"Come in," a soft female voice answered, Blanc opening the door, revealing a mature woman in a white dress that covered everything from the neck down, a bishop's headdress atop her light-green hair. "Oh, Lady Blanc! What a surprise! To what do I owe this honor?"

"This is business, Bishop Rhea," Blanc said bluntly, closing the door behind her. "Are the walls made of paper?"

"No, but they are not completely soundproof, either," Rhea responded, standing up from behind her desk. "May I ask what this is about?"

"The Sword of the Creator," Blanc stated, causing the other woman's eyes to widen slightly. "That sword was supposed to be safely hidden away, and yet I saw it with my own eyes a couple of days ago." A small gasp from Rhea. "Apparently it's being used by one of your professors here! Byleth Eisner, to be specific."

"Y, yes, that's right..." Rhea began.

"WHY?!" Blanc abruptly slammed a fist on the desk. "What the hell are you thinking, Seiros?" she hissed.

The former CPU Candidate grimaced. For Blanc to call her by her true name... "Believe me when I say, he came across that weapon by happenstance..."

"Even if that's true, why are you letting him keep it?!" Blanc shot back. "You know what happened the last time that sword fell into the wrong hands! What makes him so special?!"

"Nnnngghh..." Rhea/Seiros looked away, anguish on her face. "Y-you're putting me in a very difficult position here, Lady Blanc..."

"For damn good reason!" Blanc growled. "I know you've developed a penchant for lying and obfuscation to protect your true identity, but I'm not leaving until I get the freaking truth!"

Rhea looked down at this, before heaving a heavy sigh... "All right, all right... do you want the short version, or the long version?"

"The short version. This fan fiction's dragged on long enough already," Blanc answered.

"Fine... Well, for all intents and purposes..." Rhea paused for a moment. "Byleth is... my grandson."

"Your..." Blanc blinked several times, as if unable to process what she'd just heard. "Your... he's... your... WHAAAAAAAAAAAATTT?!"

The CPU's cry echoed throughout the entirety of the academy and monastery walls...

~*Fin*~

A/N: If you want the 'long version', it's basically the same as in Three Houses proper, so you can play the game or look it up on the wiki.