It is. And the wizard it’s tied to reaps those benefits.

[ He rests an elbow on the arm of his chair, leaning the side of his face against his knuckles. ]

My dearly departed mentor took the secret of its summoning to the grave with him, and the beast itself made its way down his family line. It’s currently in the possession of his grandson.

But more relevant to the matter at hand: You want to control the world. Very well, I have no such ambitions. I want to control magic. If there’s room enough for that in this utopia of yours, then I see no reason why we can’t proceed.