The Romantic Turnabout [EdgeworthxOC]

45. The Turnabout Game

"Boom, you're dead!" Ema exclaimed.

"Huh?!" Larry gawked. "I knew it! I knew someone was gonna kill me!"

"I wouldn't blame the murderer because of how annoying you can be." Apollo frowned.

"HEY!"

Everyone at the table chuckled.

Smirking at Miles, I nudged his arm. "I'm keeping an eye on you, Mr. Edgeworth."

Miles had a smug grin on his face, shrugging. "You think that I'm the suspect?"

"Hmm, I didn't assume that, but we'll see."

"Who killed me, seriously?!" Larry cried.

"Who knows? The rest of us has to vote on it, moron." Apollo grumbled.

"HEY!!!"

"And the dead can't talk, so stop talking!" Ema pouted.

"W-What?!" Larry gaped in horror. "That's not fair!"

Ema waved her hand aggressively at Larry. "Shh, shh! Alright, villagers, wake up!"

"Oh, we weren't supposed to open our eyes..." Miles mumbled to me.

Covering my lips, I chuckled. "So, you're new to this game?"

"No..." Miles blushed. "...I just forgot the rules."

Unconvinced by his response, I smirked. "Right, you 'forgot.'"

"I did." Miles insisted.

"Hey, stop talking, you two!" Ema demanded. "Alright! Larry has been murdered tonight, and we need to find out who's done it! Sheriff, will you please plea your claim on who the killer is?"

"Um...I would guess that Nick killed Larry."

"What?!" Nick gawked. "Seriously, Lana?!"

Lana chuckled. "I'm just guessing, it's not a definitive answer."

"You have to be sure, though sis!" Ema cried. "The gun is in your hand, and you get to choose who is going to be hanged this morning!"

"Yikes...that a pretty heavy task for me, then. Lana smiled.

"A heavy task that you can handle!"

"Since when does the sheriff automatically get to choose?" Kay glowered.

"Yeah! What happened to the town's votes?!" Larry cried.

"I'm getting to that, hush!" Ema hissed. "Now, Lana. You have to choose! Hurry!"

"I choose Nick."

Phoenix sighed. "...I'm dead."

"Alright, the sheriff has chosen the suspect to be hanged. Now, the villagers must vote on whether this man is the killer, or not!"

"You could just say my name." Nick sighed.

"Silence! You have been convicted! You cannot speak until you have been proven innocent!"

"...that is totally the opposite of how a court case works." Nick muttered.

"Welcome to the early 1800's." Lana smiled shyly.

"Now, villagers, how many of you vote that Nick is the killer?"

Keeping my hand down, I watched as Lana, Larry, Miles, and Apollo raise their hands.

"You really think that Nick is the killer, Miles?" I asked intrigued.

"Just getting rid of competition."