Defying Fate: The Unstoppable Eileen



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.noveldrama

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. Clutching her machine gun, Eileen slowly made her way to the front door, under the watchful eyes of every man in the great hall. [Ah, she's finally saved!]

- [But what about Mr. Calvert and Hobson? They're still inside.]

[Everyone sees Eileen as a hero. Without her, are the men in danger?]

- [Doesn't look like it. The negotiations seem smooth, and they've already released some people, right?]

[So, is Egbert really here? I haven't seen him yet.]

Eileen stepped out of the hotel lobby.

Outside, two armies were in a standoff - the government forces on one side, the rebels on the other.

The rebels greatly outnumbered the government troops.

Eileen followed the crowd down a corridor, and halfway there, she pivoted sharply, disappearing into an alley.

With so many people still inside, with Egbert still inside... As a War Goddess, she couldn't just leave like this!

The hotel had only one exit left unbarred, the rest were sealed tight, with rebels patrolling the interior.

Eileen circled around to the back of the hotel, finding a series of pipes along the outer wall. Like a nimble squirrel, she scampered up with remarkable speed!

When she reached the fifth floor, she peered through a window and saw no sign of the rebels inside. With her elbow, she shattered the glass, slid open the window, and slipped inside.

Her plan was to sneak back to the lobby.

But just as she descended to the third floor, a cacophony of fighting erupted from the second floor.

Then, her mentor's chilling voice cut through the air, "I knew you'd be here."

Eileen's expression turned steely. She quickly glanced downstairs, catching sight of a dark figure rushing toward NightKing.

It was Egbert! He moved like a shadow, closing the gap in the blink of an eye. With a ferocious punch, he targeted NightKing's midsection.

NightKing, anticipating the move, absorbed most of the blow with his arm and pivoted to draw his gun.

The two men fought fiercely. Eileen watched from above, utterly engrossed.

Hit him! Step on his foot! Punch his shin! Kick his head! Pull his hair! Go, Egbert!

Eileen was lost in the drama, wildly cheering on Egbert.

But in a twist of fate, NightKing made a slip, revealing a weak spot.

Egbert drew his pistol and with a "whiz," a silenced bullet grazed NightKing's cheek, striking the wall behind him.

Eileen was speechless.

A trickle of blood stained NightKing's face, and at the same time, Egbert's second shot aimed for his forehead.

Eileen was shocked.

"Whiz." The second bullet missed by a hair as NightKing narrowly dodged.

It was then that Eileen realized Egbert wasn't trying to capture NightKing-he was out for the kill.

After two more exchanges, NightKing took a punch to the chest and coughed up blood.

The crimson fluid spread, and the sinister man, facing his opponent, let out a sudden, chilling chuckle.

The man in the black shirt narrowed his eyes, lifted his pistol, and aimed it at the downed man with grey eyes, slowly squeezing the trigger.

"Damn it!" Eileen cursed, then bolted into action. The sudden appearance of a third party stunned both men locked in the fight.

Egbert didn't expect Eileen to return, his brow furrowing in surprise. Eileen rushed forward, yanking NightKing to his feet, and with a "snap," she broke one of his arms.

NightKing's eyes flashed cold, yet he didn't scream.

Eileen snatched a hidden weapon from NightKing's sleeve, knowing well that he would have used it on Egbert before the trigger was pulled.

Having disarmed him, she grabbed his collar and hurled him down the second-floor stairs to the first floor.

NightKing, caught off guard for a moment, managed to control his fall and landed gracefully.

Then, narrowing his grey eyes in confusion, he looked up towards the second floor.

After letting NightKing go, Eileen quickly turned and embraced Egbert, who was about to give chase.

Egbert's deep eyes bore into hers with icy severity. "You saved him?" he asked coldly.

Eileen didn't respond verbally. Instead, she tiptoed, cradled Egbert's face in her hands, and pressed her soft lips against his cool, thin ones.