On the road back, Mr. Law hummed softly, savoring the joy of once again dispensing justice. Although, as an Executor, he was not supposed to harbor personal feelings, Law still found genuine pleasure in punishing his junior, especially now that the misdeeds of the Literature Society had been extinguished. From his familiar duties, he rediscovered a sense of self, even experiencing a bizarre ritualistic satisfaction during the punishment of Mr. Plague Doctor.
The final punishment carried out before the war was directed at Mr. Plague Doctor, the embryonic form of an Evil God. It was as if a skull had been set precisely atop the correct spine, and the seamless interlocking of fate's gears brought a sense of spiritual clarity to Law's heart. A powerful intuition prompted him to end his role as an Executor and devote himself to war preparations. With determined strides, he marched back to the Magic Research Society.
