On the second day of Midwinter Festival in the Year 1307 of the Dalereckoning, a report Lucifer submitted—<Investigative Report on the Origins of the Moonsea War>—reached Levis's hands in the council chamber. Before long, a red-marked list was distributed.
Very soon, before the joint witness of Zelandia's citizens and even some of the people of the Northlands, war criminals including Luskan's Marshal Baram and Rimaldo, Master of the East Tower—two legends—as well as seventy-nine other senior officers, were ruled to have participated in the planning and formulation of the Moonsea War.
The Hall of Jurisprudence of the Sixth City delivered the final verdict, after which they were hanged at the market west of the First City.
With no other powers getting involved to wrangle over the matter, such thunderbolt efficiency left every informed person across the Northlands staring agape.
In that moment, the dazzling halo surrounding legends quietly crumbled in the hearts of Zelandia's people.
Look, they were just like any other ordinary person.
Hang a person, and they die.
So long as they were evil invaders, trample-rs of the ideals of peace, they would surely face judgment and punishment.
To put it in the words found in current Zelandia Mining Workers' Primary School textbooks:
The laws of the Zelandia Free City-State were like the light of justice, shining upon the earth, and the dragon-scale school badge upon one's breast seemed to gleam all the brighter for it.
January 27th, Year 1307 of the Dalereckoning.
Tyr, once one of Luskan's five great marshals, walked out through the gates of the Sixth City prison under the watch of two wolf-rider guards.
Tyr first raised his head, somewhat dazed as though it were only yesterday, to look at the still-gloomy sky. He clenched his pale hands, their blue veins plainly visible, and