"It still probably has more than I'm used to, even if it is all fiction," Allelujah admitted. "Where I was before here there wasn't space for a library. I just had to make do with what I picked up on Earth when I was there." And those visits where they actually had time to do anything were few and far between.

He listened curiously to the explanation of the changes in the judicial system. It seemed to make sense, he had to admit. Why keep people in custody for long periods of time at the cost of the country, or risk them leaving the country, when things could be over in only a few days? And it didn't sound as though it would be any more prone to miscarriages of judgement than the system that prevailed in Allelujah's time.

He shook his head, smiling at Edgeworth's embarrassment. "It's fine, really. I've enjoyed listening. I don't get much chance for this kind of discussion usually. It's just a shame there isn't enough time to get more in depth." He wondered how long it would take for a court to decide on a guilty verdict for him.

He had to agree with Edgeworth's assessment of the situation. "It does seem that way. There was a problem in a country called Azadistan recently. There were two factions, the traditionalists and the progressives. The traditionalists kidnapped one of their own clerics to try to discredit the ruling princess who is part of the progressive faction."