Peggy Carter frowned deeply as she looked at Hermione.
Saints.
Within certain circles, this was no longer a secret. At the very least, those who knew, knew, while those who did not, still did not.
But there were differences between knowing and knowing.
All the agents of the Supervisory Bureau knew that Saints existed within the bureau. They had even been given hope of becoming Saints themselves. Any Supervisory Bureau agent of Level Three or above could consult the relevant records using their own authority.
It was said...
This had been personally decided by Commander Maria Hill and their director, Lake Edwin.
Of course.
That claim was somewhat exaggerated. Still, saying that Commander Maria Hill had made the decision was not wrong. After all, Lake had originally not intended to give the Cosmo cultivation method to too many people on Earth.
In the end, Maria Hill had convinced Lake. There was a fundamental difference between not giving it out and not distributing it recklessly. The Supervisory Bureau was a department they had founded themselves, and the loyalty of any agent who had risen to Level Three could almost certainly be confirmed.
So Lake had nodded in tacit agreement, though he had still set conditions. At most, two new Saint trainees could be selected each year. He did not want to turn around one day and find that Earthlings had occupied every star in the sky.
After all, Lake was the King of Midgard, not the king of Earth.
Whoever sat on the throne of this lousy little planet would suffer for it.
However, that was not why Ms. Peggy Carter was frowning. Ms. Peggy Carter was frowning for another reason.
"Did he agree?"
"I didn't ask him."
"..."
Hermione looked at her aunt, who was trying to lecture her, and