Defying Fate: The Unstoppable Eileen novel Chapter 276

NightKing paused for a moment, his brooding gaze suddenly tightening. The chatbox of Crestonia, a live streaming platform, was exploding with confusion.

— [What does she mean, heavy stage makeup?]

— [I'm starting to get lost. Does Eileen know this strategist?]

— [Do I look like I need the views? Spit it out, for heaven's sake!!!]

NightKing sized up the girl across from him. But to his surprise, she had recognized him. His eyes quickly assessed her grip on the gun. Her hand was steady, her forearm strong, yet the angle at which she held the weapon was not the typical parallel stance favored by the Crestonian military.

Her wrist was cocked to the right, her shoulders in line with her arms—a stance that closely mirrored his own way of holding a gun. Once could be a coincidence, twice too, but every time? What did that mean?

Moreover, when he had goaded the leader to make a move on Eileen, she had reacted with lethal precision, aiming straight between the commander's eyes. The forehead - a kill shot. Law-abiding citizens aimed to incapacitate, never to kill. Only the underworld dealt in kill shots, aiming to end life with a single bullet.

Eileen's unhesitating aim at the commander's brow, without a moment of hesitation or struggle, was not the instinct of a Crestonian soldier.

This Eileen was no soldier. NightKing was certain of it.

And she didn't just seem unlike a soldier; she seemed more like an assassin. And what was more absurd was that combined with her usual fighting style and way of handling weapons, despite knowing it was impossible, NightKing couldn't shake off the strange feeling... she seemed like an assassin he would have trained.

Of course, that was impossible, because he had never met her before, nor had he ever trained her.

Taking a deep breath, NightKing stepped forward, whispering something into the commander's ear.

The rebel commander's face darkened, but eventually, he gestured for his men to stand down.

Eileen raised an eyebrow. She looked towards her mentor and then scoffed, pulling the rebel leader back to her side of the standoff.

Upon dragging the unfortunate leader to her turf, Eileen casually patted his shoulder and said, "Take a seat."

The rebel leader was speechless.

The situation in the hall had turned bizarre.

The rebels had hostages, and now a hostage was holding the rebel leader as her own.

It was a bit of a tongue-twister, but that was the situation.

Eileen, now in control, started to cozy up to the leader. "So, this strategist of yours, what's his story?"

The rebel leader didn't even want to acknowledge her.

Eileen nudged the barrel of her gun against his side, insisting, "Are you gonna spill it or not?"

Annoyed beyond belief, the leader had no choice but to spill the beans. "He's someone the boss brought in. I don't know him well."

"And what country is he from?" Eileen prodded further.

The leader snorted, "Definitely not a Crestonian."

"Good," Eileen retorted, "I'd hate for him to be one of us. Crestonians are too noble for the likes of him."

In fact, in her past life, Eileen had never known where her mentor was from. He had fake identities from every nation, spoke numerous languages, but his true birthplace and bloodline were secrets he never revealed.

Eileen nudged the rebel leader's shoulder again, "Don't you find it odd how much the commander listens to him? Doesn't it seem like the strategist is pulling the strings, making the commander nothing but a puppet?"

The leader's expression changed dramatically, his voice agitated, "Don't talk nonsense!"

Eileen looked at him, noting his loyalty to the leader.

She muttered under her breath, continuing to slander her mentor, "It's just that the strategist looks so sneaky, like he's got ulterior motives. That chin, those big eyes and nose - signs of a wife's doom."

The leader couldn't understand her superstitious ramblings and asked bluntly, "What are you trying to say?"

Before Eileen could answer, the rebel commander's phone rang.

She immediately fixed her gaze on him, intent and alert. Because of the angle, she couldn't make out the commander's lips.

After the call, however, he turned to his men and surprisingly ordered, "Release the women and children."

Eileen gaped, her eyes widening. She glanced covertly towards Egbert at the air vent.

Egbert gestured to her, signaling a successful negotiation.

The call must have been from the government forces, a new round of talks that led to concessions in exchange for the release of some hostages.

Eileen saw Egbert signal for her to "leave."

He was telling her to get out with the rest. But what about the others left inside? And Egbert?

It seemed Egbert had a plan. He gestured more urgently for her to "leave."

Eileen pursed her lips and finally decided to trust Egbert's judgment.

As the rebels escorted all the women and children out, Aurora was the quickest. When everyone was out, it was Eileen's turn.