Tony Stark: "Who carried me to my room that day?"
Tony Stark: "Come on, this is important. Please don't ignore me."
Su Lin: "Busy grilling sausages."
Elaina: "Pick it up! It's burning!"
Kaguya Houraisan: "How about some offal?"
Ge Xiaolun: "Tony, I'm really not gay."
Tony Stark: "I know, but I don't want to see you right now. God Almighty..."
Fang Zheng: "That beautiful woman they call the Guardian looks a little unhappy."
Stelle: "I'd say she's very unhappy."
"The Goethe Hotel bombing, the Underworld bombing, the dispute over the sale of Belobog cultural relics, entering a military camp without registration and impersonating a Silvermane Guard, fraudulent fortune-telling for a fee..."
Looking at the reports and newly updated files spread across her desk, Bronya held her head, caught in a strange whirlpool of emotions.
Worse, the scent of spices and grilled meat was filling the Guardian's private office.
"Are they all your friends?!" Bronya mustered a little energy and, forehead propped on one hand, looked at the innocent-faced gray-haired girl.
And then...
She glanced sideways at the gray-haired man grilling sausages.
"Esteemed Guardian Bronya, would you like a sausage?" Noticing her gaze, Su Lin took a slightly charred sausage from beside the flaming Pseudo-Skyfire.
"Pure meat, no starch. Tastes fantastic."
That settled it. He had to be related to Stelle. No one else's mind worked like that.
Bronya took a deep breath. All these incidents had been caused by people from the same group.
Taken together, their offenses were bad enough to send the lot of them to Winter Prison without another question. But this involved Belobog's benefactors, the Trailblazers of the Astral Express.
"Let's be reasonable. I kindly covered a shift for a guard who hadn't gone home in ages. What was I supposed to do when I ran