In the Emperor of Latveria's eyes, Stephen Strange's behavior was utterly hopeless. One day, he had been begging Kamar-Taj for help; the next, he was putting on airs and picking faults. Even though The Venerable One had laid the path before him, he still wanted to solve the problem through easier means.
Lazy, reckless, and irresponsible.
After reflecting for a while, the Emperor realized this judgment was not colored by personal bias, but was a conclusion drawn from Strange's every action. If Mordo learned what Stephen Strange had said not long ago, he would be ashamed of having questioned The Venerable One's decision last night. If he had not insisted time and again, The Venerable One might well have left Stephen Strange out on the street for even longer.
Now, the Emperor of Latveria intended to do exactly that.
He would throw Stephen Strange into the apprentice confinement cell for a week. No one would speak to him until he could leave behind those terrible qualities as though sifting them through a sieve. Kamar-Taj had recruited people from mundane society before. Such people generally carried the marks of their social environment and class, such as superstition, poor hygiene, arrogance, and so on. The confinement cell was one of Kamar-Taj's methods of educating apprentices.
Yet people like Stephen Strange, who still refused to repent after personally glimpsing a small corner of the Outer Dimensions, were quite rare. Responsibility had never existed as a concept in this man's past life, and the education of the era when neoliberalism flourished had further ingrained this detestable way of thinking in him.
Though taller than average, Stephen Strange was snatched up by the Emperor as easily as a chick, completely unable to resist. "What exactly do you want?!" Stephen Strange screamed himself hoarse as he