Chapter 55: Chapter 55

Lancaster Tower was once again a gathering place for world leaders. This time, the stakes were higher than ever. Representatives from Germany, the United Kingdom, and France had flown in under the cover of secrecy, each seeking to secure Jamie Lancaster’s expertise—and ensure that her advancements wouldn’t tip the global balance too far in any one direction. Dıscover more novels at NoveI[F]ire.net

Inside the high-tech conference room, Jamie sat at the table, her expression composed but sharp. Across from her, the three European envoys were seated—Chancellor Klaus Reinhardt of Germany, Princess Eleanor Windsor of the United Kingdom, and President Louis Moreau of France.

Henry Lancaster, as always, sat at the head of the table, his fingers steepled, watching the negotiations unfold. David Lancaster was there, along with Ryan and Solomon Kane, who stood at the back, arms crossed, observing everything with quiet intensity.

Princess Eleanor, a striking woman in her early thirties with platinum blonde hair tied in a regal braid, was the first to speak. “Miss Lancaster, the world is shifting, and so is the balance of power. We cannot afford to remain neutral in the face of what is happening. Europe must be prepared.”

Jamie gave her a measured look. “And what exactly are you asking for?”

Chancellor Reinhardt adjusted his glasses. “Your expertise in mech enhancements. We have seen what you are capable of—what you did with the Grey Eagles, and now, the upgrades to India’s Green Guardians. If we are to keep up, we need your guidance.”

President Moreau leaned forward, his voice more diplomatic. “We are prepared to offer you full protection. A European Security Agreement—our best intelligence, military resources, and safe zones. You will have the backing of NATO.”

Jamie took a deep breath, weighing their words carefully. She wasn’t naïve. This was another power play, another move on the grand chessboard. They wanted her skills, but more than that, they wanted control over what she developed.

Henry spoke next, his tone smooth yet pointed. “You’re asking Jamie to choose sides. You do realize she’s already working with India, correct?”

Princess Eleanor’s expression remained calm, but there was a flicker of political sharpness in her eyes. “Which is precisely why we’re here. We would rather form a mutual alliance than find ourselves on the losing side.”

Chancellor Reinhardt sighed. “Let us be direct, Miss Lancaster. If India gains a technological edge over Europe, we will have no choice but to counterbalance that development. That means increasing investments in our own mech divisions—and potentially forming alliances elsewhere.”

It was a diplomatic warning. They weren’t openly threatening, but the implication was clear: if Jamie refused their offer, they would seek alternatives—and those alternatives might include aligning with nations she didn’t trust.

Jamie leaned back in her chair, her mind working rapidly. She needed to maintain control. If she committed too quickly, she would be caught in a political trap, forced to answer to too many different factions.

“Let’s be clear about one thing,” she said finally. “I am not a weapon to be controlled. My work is my own. If I decide to collaborate, it will be on my terms.”

Princess Eleanor studied her for a moment before giving a small, almost approving nod. “Then let us see if we can convince you.”

Before Jamie could respond, the entire building shuddered slightly—a distant rumble shaking the foundation.

“What was that?” President Moreau asked, frowning.

Henry smirked. “That,” he said, standing, “would be the military drill we arranged. If you want to understand why Jamie does not need to be pressured, you should see for yourselves.”

Intrigued, the European leaders followed the Lancaster team to the private observation deck, overlooking the massive combat training grounds just outside the city.

There, a breathtaking battle was unfolding.

Solomon Kane, inside a Grey Eagle mech, was locked in a duel against India’s Green Guardian mech—the same model that had been promised as Jamie’s personal guardian.

The Green Guardian’s Magic Shield Technology was active, creating a stunning shimmering blue barrier that deflected incoming attacks. The mech’s form was sleek yet imposing, painted in deep emerald green with golden engravings, giving it an almost mythical presence.

Solomon moved with lethal precision, piloting the Grey Eagle with an unmatched level of skill. The mech darted across the battlefield, its thrusters roaring as it launched a rapid assault.

The Green Guardian countered flawlessly.

The magic shield absorbed high-impact rounds, and when Solomon switched to close combat, the Green Guardian met him head-on, its reinforced armor glowing with supernatural energy.

The battle was a display of raw power and strategy, unlike anything the European delegation had seen before.

Princess Eleanor’s eyes widened slightly. “The Green Guardian can withstand direct hits like that?”

Chancellor Reinhardt watched with thinly veiled awe. “Magic Shield Technology… if India perfects it, they may surpass both the Grey Eagle and Red Archer models.”

President Moreau muttered, “This changes everything.”

Then, Solomon executed a masterstroke.

He faked a retreat, luring the Green Guardian into a high-speed chase. At the last second, he activated a maneuver that sent his mech into a controlled spin, twisting mid-air before delivering a powerful energy blade strike.

The Green Guardian reacted in an instant, activating its shield to full power—a blinding burst of blue energy erupting outward, repelling the attack like a divine force.

The battlefield flashed brilliantly as the two mechs clashed in a moment that looked almost mythical, like a battle between gods of war.

The European leaders were speechless.

As the battle concluded, Solomon emerged from the Grey Eagle, stepping onto the observation platform with an unbothered smirk.

“Well?” he asked. “Still think Jamie needs your protection?”

Princess Eleanor smiled faintly. “I see your point.”

Jamie, watching them closely, knew she had gained the upper hand. The display of force had tipped the balance in her favor.

Chancellor Reinhardt exhaled. “Miss Lancaster, we will not rush your decision. But know that Europe stands ready to support you—should you choose to work with us.”

Jamie nodded. “I will consider your offer. On my terms.”

The meeting had changed everything.

Far away, in a classified black-site intelligence facility, another meeting was taking place.

A Russian general stood in the dimly lit room, arms crossed. “She’s consolidating power. If she unites India and Europe, the balance will shift beyond our control.”

A Chinese intelligence officer leaned forward. “That’s why we have Project Specter in motion.”

The Iranian commander exhaled slowly. “It must work. If we cannot defeat Jamie Lancaster in the open, we will destroy her reputation instead.”

The Chinese operative smirked. “She won’t see it coming and the damage would be done when does.”

The war was only just beginning.