Strange was the last to leave, so he had no idea. Once the civil servants walked out, they began whispering among themselves. One gave the other a look, the other responded with an expression, and before long, the two had drifted together.
Although the new Speaker, who was also the Sorcerer Supreme, was certainly worth discussing, his remarks during the meeting were even more worthy of discussion. The Interstellar Council was probably about to change.
The Supreme Intelligence followed Strange into the office, shut the door, sat down across from him, and said, "Mr. Speaker, I believe you misunderstand me..."
"I told you to call me Sorcerer Supreme."
A surprisingly humanlike look of helplessness appeared on the robot's face. But he still said, "Very well, Sorcerer Supreme. What I mean is, perhaps there have been some minor frictions and misunderstandings between the civilizations we came from..."
"You call sending an army to attack the Nine Realms minor friction? Then can I go create some minor friction in your capital someday?"
"My apologies, Sorcerer Supreme. But we are now working for the Interstellar Council. If we cannot set aside racial prejudices, we will have no way to properly handle the Council's affairs."
Strange looked utterly shocked. He said, "So when you handle interstellar affairs, you're supposed to set aside racial prejudices? Meaning you won't give the Kree Empire special treatment? Then why did you become Secretary-General???"
The Supreme Intelligence's Behavior Analysis module showed that Strange had not said it deliberately. He was genuinely shocked. He truly could not understand why anyone would want to become an official in the Interstellar Council if they were not going to use their power for personal gain.
The Supreme Intelligence was shocked as well. Where had this barbarian come from? Was this something that could