"Your Excellency Sorcerer Supreme, since you have already come here, I imagine using the Time Stone to return to the past timeline and investigate the murderer should not be much trouble for you, should it?" Frigga smiled at Strange as she spoke.
The Queen of the Gods had a manner as refreshing as a spring breeze. Nothing in her words or conduct could be considered offensive. Even when asking someone for a favor, she made it feel perfectly natural to do as she said.
"Dear, perhaps you do not know that using an Infinity Stone comes at a price. Disturbing the timeline is even more dangerous."
"I do not mean to question the Sorcerer Supreme's expertise, but we all know he is compassionate. If, upon seeing Your Majesty murdered in the past timeline, he could not bear it and intervened, perhaps the murderer would shift targets. The corpse before us now might be someone else's."
Odin rarely spoke at such length. The onlookers immediately grew tense. Asking Earth's Sorcerer Supreme to travel through time to investigate a murder case—was that a joke? Were they sure they would see one corpse afterward, rather than everyone becoming corpses?
Strange was not particularly famous throughout the universe, but his predecessor—his teacher, The Ancient One—was renowned far and wide. The Ancient One might not have beaten up the fathers or grandfathers of these interstellar civilization leaders, but she had certainly beaten up the fathers or grandfathers of the Dimensional Demon Gods near them.
For a very long time, watching The Ancient One beat Demon Gods into submission had been an indispensable stage in the development of cosmic observation among interstellar civilizations. Once you saw a bald female mage pinning down a strange mass of energy and beating it up, congratulations—your civilization had achieved a