Insignificant

Misfortunes never came singly—this was probably exactly how Shiraishi Yoshijo felt right now.

Although he knew the diplomats from those countries were merely threatening him, he had no choice. The United Nations was something he had worked so hard to establish, and he would never allow it to exist in name only.

It seemed the war in the Land of Wind could only end here.

"This rumor is complete nonsense. Peach Country has sold far too many spacecraft and weapons—who knows where those mercenaries looted theirs from? Perfect. To demonstrate Peach Country's stance, I've decided to dispatch troops to support the Land of Wind and completely wipe out the mercenaries ravaging it."

Shiraishi Yoshijo declared righteously, "Safeguarding world peace is Peach Country's duty. As for those funds, I did indeed divert them, but their purpose involves state secrets and cannot be disclosed for now."

Support?

More like taking it over!

Everyone automatically ignored the latter half of his statement, their eyes fixed intently on Shiraishi Yoshijo.

The Land of Wind might be impoverished, but its territory was far from small. Whoever was sent to "support" the Land of Wind would earn undeniable merit, especially since the Land of Wind no longer had any strength left to resist.

Shiraishi Yoshijo understood what they meant and frowned slightly.

His original intention had been to preserve the Land of Wind, then station troops there and turn it into a colony. But these people clearly thought otherwise—they all wanted to take the Land of Wind outright.

Honestly, he had no interest in that hellhole covered in yellow sand. Even if he took over the Land of Wind, obtaining any returns from it would require enormous follow-up investment and a long stretch of time. It simply was not worth it.

Just as Shiraishi Yoshijo hesitated,