Switzerland, Geneva.
The Orthodox League's delegation had once again arrived at the temporary venue of the Federal Assembly. The Free League's representative was still Joseph Loei.
As before, there was no consultation or negotiation. They hadn't even been served a cup of coffee. Joseph Loei tossed a prepared document to the Orthodox League representatives.
The representatives exchanged confused glances. Still, they carefully picked up the document, which had been deliberately tossed close to them. It contained just two short sentences:
"End the civil war. Dissolve the Orthodox League."
The representatives from the Orthodox League's cantons were even more bewildered.
"The negotiations haven't even started! You already drafted an agreement?" one Orthodox League representative demanded furiously.
Joseph Loei sat leisurely in his seat and replied softly.
"No. They're already over."
"You've gone too far! You have no sincerity at all! I won't sign this agreement! We'll settle this on the battlefield!"
The representative who had spoken rose angrily to leave, and the Orthodox League representatives around him stood up as well.
But they couldn't leave. Two Free League soldiers forced them back into their seats at bayonet point.
Joseph Loei calmly asked, "Are you going to start a civil war?"
"You're the ones starting it!" the Valais representative replied furiously.
"No, I'm giving you a chance. Peace or war—I hope you choose carefully."
"We won't accept your peace. We're federal legislators; you have no right to restrict our freedom of movement. Let us leave."
"Sir, what's your name?" Joseph Loei asked politely.
"Huloker, representative of Valais—"
Before he could finish, a bang rang out, and the man clutched his chest and fell.
Smoke still curled from the gun in Joseph Loei's hand. Sister Branti, who was present, let out a sharp cry. The remaining representatives tried to flee, but the guards