What if Kat ISN’T Layton’s daughter?
Some people liked this idea so here we go
What if Katrielle isn’t Layton’s child, adopted or biological?
Imagine Kat is merely a Layton fangirl - one of many. She even went and bought her own little top hat to match her idol’s!
She dreams of being a detective, just like Layton, but no one will take her seriously. She has quite the “imagination”. Scotland Yard sees her as a harmless nuisance. (”Leave her to deal with the petty pickpockets,” Alfendi scoffs.)
But then, Layton goes missing. Kat is devastated, along with the rest of London. The city goes into an uproar. Layton - the man who saved the world from the Azran, who stopped the Mobile Fortress - is missing! What hope is there for the rest of them? The citizens needs someone to depend on… even a girl claiming to be Layton’s daughter. Oh, not Flora! This is Katrielle Layton. Layton must have forgotten to mention her, just like his son.
“What’s this? I thought I was getting the famous Professor Layton! Don’t tell me I’m stuck with you!”
“You’re still getting the Layton intuition to some extent… just from his daughter! So, I’ll be solving the case in his place.”
Using the Layton name as a starting point for her detective business, Kat creates a humble yet respectable reputation for herself, solving day-to-day small mysteries. (Nothing too grand that would attract unwanted attention.) She may not truly be a Layton, but she embodies their key traits - right down to the famous Layton finger point! - though, she can come off as a bit of an “airhead”.
Kat is always dismissive when people ask about her mother. (”Who’s the lucky lady who ended up with Professor Layton?”) Her usual excuse is that she was adopted, like her siblings. In actuality, Kat’s mother is alive and well and living in London, though she constantly worries about Kat. She’s never even met Professor Layton!
A few months into the detective business, Kat receives some unexpected visitors. Alfendi Layton barges into her office, followed by a young man in blue and a lady in an orange dress. Sherl barks at the intruders, but Kat hauls him away, stammering, “Sorry! I’m so sorry…!”
Alfendi laughs. “What’s the matter Katrielle? Don’t you recognise your own ‘family’?”
“Leave her alone,” Flora interrupts. She studies Kat, wistfully noting that this girl resembles Layton more than she ever did. “Katrielle, we’ve come to request your help.”
“Why bother? I’ll bet she wouldn’t have solved a single case if it weren’t for the Layton name - “
“Do shut up, Al’,” Luke snorts. He smiles kindly at Kat. “Why don’t we discuss this over a cup of tea… and some cookies?”
“There’s nothing to discuss,” Alfendi mutters. “She’s a fraud. Case closed.”
“If I might intervene…?” Noah enters with a tea tray, much to Kat’s relief. “While her decision to adopt the ‘Lady Layton’ person was… questionable, Miss Kat has proved herself to be worthy of such a title.” Kat smiles gratefully at him.
“That’s reassuring,” Luke says, accepting a cup of tea, “because, as Flora said, we need your help.”
Kat swallows and finally asks, “W-with what?”
“Finding Professor Layton.”