I Was Mistaken for the Reincarnated Evil Overlord-Chapter 45: The Most Inept Assassination Attempt in History [1]

The moon hung high over the kingdom, casting an eerie silver glow across the palace grounds. The wind whispered through the towering spires, rustling banners and carrying the hushed voices of those who lurked in the shadows.

Perched atop the highest rooftop, a dozen cloaked figures crouched, their silhouettes blending seamlessly into the darkness. They were elite killers, trained in the deadliest arts, feared across the land. And tonight?

Their mission was simple.

Eliminate Darin, the so-called Overlord, before he became a real threat.

Their leader, a veteran assassin known only as Ravyn, adjusted his gloves and narrowed his eyes at the glowing palace windows below. His face, partially obscured by a dark hood, remained expressionless. But inside, he felt the weight of this assignment.

This wasn’t just any target.

This was a man who had dueled and defeated Duke Varian.

A man whose name alone sent whispers of unease through even the most hardened warriors.

A man who, to their understanding, was a mastermind of absolute terror.

Ravyn turned to his squad, voice low and sharp. "Tonight, we strike with precision. We have trained for this. We are professionals. We do not fail."

The assassins nodded, their eyes gleaming beneath their hoods.

"Remember," Ravyn continued, "this Darin is not to be underestimated. He has displayed immense combat prowess, commands dangerous creatures, and has devised strategies beyond comprehension."

Several assassins shuddered.

The legend of Darin had already spread among their ranks.

Some whispered that his every action was a part of an elaborate scheme, that every misstep was calculated, every word a move in some grand game.

Others believed he wielded some unholy power, allowing him to control fate itself.

One assassin, barely more than a recruit, swallowed hard. "I heard he can summon the shadows to fight for him."

Another, more seasoned but equally paranoid, muttered, "I heard he predicted Duke Varian’s every move. That he plays the fool to lull his enemies into a false sense of security."

A third, voice barely above a whisper, added, "He… he allows himself to be hit to calculate his opponent’s strength."

Ravyn closed his eyes and exhaled sharply.

These fools…..

"We strike with precision. He must not be given the chance to retaliate. The plan is simple—"

He lifted a hand, signaling the start of their carefully crafted multi-phase execution.

"Phase One, The Sniper."

A figure at the back, one of their best archers, known as Viper—nodded silently, drawing a black-fletched arrow from his quiver.

The assassins held their breath.

From here, it was a perfect shot.

Darin was completely unaware.

Victory was within their grasp.

It was time.

*****

The assassin had prepared for everything.

His positioning? Flawless. Hidden on the rooftop of a nearby tower, his vantage point gave him a perfect line of sight to his target.

His bow? The finest enchanted longbow in the Church’s arsenal. Its arrows? Blessed by the High Priests themselves, capable of piercing even the strongest of magical defenses.

His timing? Impeccable. He had waited for hours, tracking Darin’s every movement through the palace courtyard.

And now—

Darin stood completely still.

The perfect shot.

The assassin inhaled deeply, steadying his grip.

"May the Goddess guide my strike," he whispered.

Then, he fired.

The arrow cut through the air like a whisper, silent, deadly, accurate.

This was it.

This was the moment the so-called "Overlord" died.

And then—

PING!

Something deflected the arrow.

The assassin’s eyes widened in horror.

What?! How?!

He frantically scanned the scene—

Only to witness something utterly ridiculous.

Darin, still completely unaware of the assassination attempt, crouched down.

"Finally! I dropped this hours ago!"

He picked up a single silver coin from the ground.

The exact coin that had flipped into the air at the perfect moment.

The arrow, which had been aimed straight at Darin’s heart, hit the coin instead.

Deflecting it harmlessly to the side.

Straight into a nearby statue.

CLANG.

The arrow embedded itself into a bust of some historical figure, right between the eyes.

Darin, still oblivious, winced.

"Yikes. That’s some bad luck."

The assassin, still watching, had to physically stop himself from screaming.

Bad luck?!

BAD LUCK?!

THIS WAS A COSMIC JOKE.

The other assassins, hidden throughout the courtyard, stared in disbelief.

One of them whispered, "Did he just… accidentally dodge a holy arrow?"

Another assassin, voice shaking, muttered, "I think the universe just favors him."

The leader of the squad was trembling with rage.

"Reload," he ordered through gritted teeth.

The sniper hesitated. "B-but sir, that was—"

"I SAID RELOAD."

The assassin nodded quickly, reaching for another arrow.

Fine. He just got lucky.

It wouldn’t happen twice.

He lined up the shot.

Darin finally straightened up, stretching.

The assassin exhaled slowly.

This time, this time the shot would land.

He fired again.

The arrow cut through the air.

Direct. Deadly.

And then—

WHOOSH.

Steve, Darin’s overly energetic baby dragon, suddenly leaped onto his shoulder.

Darin, startled, stumbled slightly.

The arrow flew right past his ear.

Straight into the bell tower behind him.

DONG!

The loudest bell chime in the history of bells rang out across the courtyard.

Everyone flinched.

Darin clutched his ears. "AH! WHAT THE HELL?!"

The assassin froze in horror.

He missed.

AGAIN.

Because of a lizard.

Steve, still clinging to Darin, wagged his tail.

Darin groaned. "Steve, buddy, you gotta warn me before you pounce like that!"

Steve chirped innocently.

The assassins were losing their minds.

"What. The. Hell."

"He dodged again?!"

"That damn lizard!"

The sniper, still gripping his bow, was visibly shaking.

The leader growled, barely keeping his composure. "It’s fine. We try again. One more shot."

The sniper took a deep breath.

Lined up the shot one final time.

Aimed directly for Darin’s forehead.

This time—there would be no escape.

He fired.

The arrow soared.

It was perfect.

It was certain.

It was—

SUDDENLY DEFLECTED BY A RANDOM PASSERBY.

"HEY, WHO THREW THIS ROCK?!"

One of the palace guards, holding a training sword, had absentmindedly swung at a rock that a nearby servant had kicked by accident.

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The sword hit the rock.

The rock hit the arrow.

The arrow veered wildly off course.

And impaled the assassin hiding three towers away.

"AAARGH!"

The assassins all turned in horror.

The distant assassin, now lying on the rooftop with an arrow in his knee, wheezed in pain.

He looked down.

Saw the blessed arrow that was supposed to kill Darin.

Buried in himself.

And then, in complete despair, he passed out—

The leader was trembling.

The sniper?

On the verge of tears.

The other assassins?

Questioning their entire lives.

One of them finally whispered, "…I think the Goddess is trying to tell us something."

The leader snapped.

"ENOUGH!"

He pointed furiously at his men.

"PHASE TWO. NOW."

The assassins stiffened.

And, silently, they disappeared into the shadows.

Because at this point—

They needed a new plan.