Inside Kamar-Taj's meditation chamber, the solemn atmosphere of the conversation was finally broken. Strange closed the black notebook and placed it back between them, then tapped the cover with a finger and asked, "Who do you think is explaining all this to us?"
"I know what you want to ask." Stark held his wineglass in front of his mouth, leaned back comfortably in his chair, and said, "All that chaos from before—the intruder at the Asgard Technology Expo, the sudden membership gift, the Mandarin and his ten rings, the unruly children, and more..."
"None of it showed any warning beforehand, then it all erupted without warning and caught everyone off guard. The motives, methods, and gains behind every incident are tangled like a ball of yarn, so of course you'd think of one name—Schiller."
Strange pursed his lips without responding, but that was really his way of saying that no response was necessary. It was obvious.
Across the entire universe, wherever something had gone wrong or not gone wrong, wherever something had gone missing or appeared, whoever had killed whom or had not, who was working with whom and who was not, whose family was holding a wedding and whose was holding a funeral, where gongs were being struck and where drums were beating—there was only one thing to do if you wanted answers to all of it: find Schiller.
This was not only the consensus among the Radiance Alliance; it was gradually becoming the consensus of all Earth's superheroes. Even Matt had chosen to go looking for Schiller at the clinic first thing. Who else could be expected not to do the same?
Seeing the certainty on Strange's face, Stark wore an extremely complicated expression instead. Strange stared at Stark's face and narrowed his eyes. Before he could ask,