"This is Gellert Street." Tierra continued introducing the area to the wizard officials. "Following Gellert Street out leads to the farmland district of New Tyneham Village. There are eight hundred mu of arable land in total, intended for wizards skilled in agricultural magic and Muggles with farming experience."
"Muggle cultivation techniques and wizards' plant-based magic can provide us with an endless supply of high-quality food." Tierra sighed. "With food—no, more precisely, with this technology capable of producing high-yield, high-quality food—if we are willing to trade it at a fair price, it would be equivalent to gaining the goodwill of one of the Permanent Five in the United Nations of the current Muggle World."
"If we can also produce sufficient quantities of Potent Elixir and Essence of Dittany and supply them to that country, we may be able to form strong bonds of mutual interest with it."
"Among the current United Nations Permanent Five, the United Kingdom is our host, the starting point of our industrialization, and the foundation upon which we will build our nation. Theoretically, if we can successfully parasitize the United Kingdom, infiltrate its upper ranks, replace the species, export large quantities of magical industrial goods, and use my deterrent power as a Divine Being—comparable to a nuclear weapon—the other four permanent members will most likely grit their teeth and tacitly accept us wizards replacing the United Kingdom's position among the Permanent Five."
"After that will come an extremely long period of political backstabbing and wrangling." Tierra spoke helplessly, then looked toward the sun hanging high in the distance with a sigh.
"It is still June 1997. There is still time." Tierra said, his tone long and weary.
"So then, my dear colleagues." Tierra's weariness lasted only an instant, like an ephemeral bloom. Soon, the corners of his