"Why would a spellcaster as powerful as you choose to become a celebrity idol? Is dealing with those idiots really that interesting?"
Stephen Strange set down the book in his hands, rubbed his slightly sore eyes, and could not help asking.
If, during their last meeting, he had merely sensed that she was formidable without knowing exactly how strong she was, then now, as the Sorcerer Supreme, he could clearly feel the bottomless magic within the Witch Queen, as well as the terrifying invisible pressure she exuded, like a Dimensional Demon God.
Judging purely by her magical power and aura, he would have considered Iggwilv even stronger than The Ancient One.
Especially the endless extradimensional space beneath this building. Thousands upon thousands of Demons were controlled by her like slaves and servants. Just looking at it made his scalp tingle.
If he had not already known the Witch Queen's true identity, Doctor Strange would definitely have regarded her as an enormous threat and security risk.
After all, this woman looked nothing like a good person, whether in temperament or conduct.
If she and Mordo were placed side by side, Stephen Strange would be more willing to believe that the former was the true villain.
"Heh, perhaps these people really are idiots, but considering how desperately they try to please me, I should do my best to meet their needs, shouldn't I? Even gods, when asking mortals to believe in them, must essentially offer something in exchange."
Iggwilv elegantly lifted her teacup, took a small sip with a graceful motion, and her eyes gleamed with a light too dazzling to face directly.
"So... these Muggles have something you need?"
Doctor Strange subconsciously furrowed his brow, clearly pondering the motive behind her actions.
He was not naive enough to think Iggwilv did