The trickle of panicked locals instantly caught Edgeworth's attention. He was breathing heavily, stopping every so often to catch his breath, and trying not to speak up unless he needed to, such as when there were panicked citizens who had to be told to get to safety in an orderly manner.

But instead of taking his own advice, he sprinted toward wherever the citizens had come from, pausing as the feeling of exhaustion continued to wash over him, and sprinting again. Rinse and repeat, until he came to the scene where Rosalia was holding a ceramic bowl of some sort. Edgeworth was still some distance away that he could not properly identify it.

He did not need to identify the bowl, because what was more important were the butterflies. Creatures that looked like a harmless magic trick, or a manifestation of someone's power, were everywhere. They came from the bowl and the girl, and when they touched people, they left bruises. Anyone touched by the butterflies was afflicted with some sort of disease. Edgeworth gasped, and he quickly covered his mouth to keep from saying anything. His words were dangerous.

Still, those butterflies were dangerous too. Why weren't the Weapon and the Meister doing anything to stop them? Maybe they underestimated the strength of Meister abilities today? Whatever the case, despite heaving as if he had just run a marathon, Edgeworth leaned against the building, took a deep breath, and cried out, "Stop! Those butterflies are causing some sort of plague!"

And as soon as the words left his mouth, he dropped to his knees, clutching his throat. He had never felt so exhausted in his life. The fearful citizens froze in place the moment he had said, "stop".