The dean's gavel fell heavily, and the result of the trial landed just as heavily as the trio had stated. Law slumped in his seat, facing yet another defeat by the Literary Society, which left the law-chasing Lich in a trance. The crime he was so convinced of had used the laws and regulations he himself had compiled to defeat him in court. It was a despair so profound that it could shatter the obsession of a Lich. At that moment, Law felt he was cold, the iron gauntlets on his hands, and the iron mask on his face were too heavy. He was a complete failure, defeated by the Literary Society in both power and knowledge, just as Mr. Dark had said. Law reflected on himself, realizing he was just a clown flaunting the support granted by Mr. Dean.