I Was Mistaken for the Reincarnated Evil Overlord-Chapter 33: The Spellblade Demonstration

Vincent stretched lazily, cracking his neck as they stepped outside into the palace training grounds. The sun was bright, the air crisp, and Darin was already regretting everything.

The sorceress followed, arms crossed, clearly still annoyed but curious enough to see Vincent's so-called demonstration.

"Alright, Darin," Vincent said, rolling his shoulders. "Since you're about to put your life in my very capable hands, I suppose it's only fair to show you what you're dealing with."

Darin nodded. "That's exactly what I—"

Before he could finish, Vincent disappeared.

Not teleported. Not used magic.

Just vanished from sight.

A split second later—

WHOOSH—!

Darin barely had time to blink before a gust of wind slammed past him, ruffling his clothes.

When he turned—

Vincent was suddenly on the other side of the field, standing casually with his sword resting on his shoulder.

Darin's jaw dropped.

Vincent grinned. "That's Stage 3 Aura Knight speed."

Darin turned to the sorceress. "Did—did you see him move?!"

She sighed. "Yes. It's not that impressive."

Vincent pouted. "You wound me."

Darin pointed violently. "You just vanished! That was insane!"

Vincent smirked. "You haven't even seen the magic part yet."

Darin gulped. Oh gods. There's more.

Then, a thought hit him.

He turned back to Vincent, still reeling from what he just saw.

"Hold on. If you're this strong, then why the hell didn't you use any of that when we got ambushed on the way to the capital?!"

Vincent paused.

Then, very deliberately, he turned to the sorceress.

The sorceress sighed and rubbed her temples. "Oh, here we go."

Darin glared. "No, seriously. We almost died. We were surrounded by mercenaries and bounty hunters, and you were fighting like a normal person! Where was all of THIS?!"

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Vincent cleared his throat. "Well, you see... that was different."

Darin narrowed his eyes. "Different how?"

Vincent looked to the side. "Uh... strategy?"

The sorceress scoffed. "Strategy, my ass."

Darin's glare intensified. "Spill it, Vincent. Why did you hold back?"

Vincent sighed dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. "Fine. You caught me. I was lazy."

Darin stared. "...Excuse me?"

Vincent shrugged. "I didn't feel like it. Do you know how much energy it takes to move at full speed?"

Darin's eye twitched.

Vincent continued, "Besides, you and Steve were handling it. Why waste effort?"

Darin was so close to punching him. "We were handling it?! I nearly DIED!"

Vincent waved a hand dismissively. "Nearly. But you didn't. And that's what matters."

Darin inhaled sharply. "You're telling me that you could've ended that fight in SECONDS, and you just—you just decided not to?!"

Vincent grinned. "Yup!"

Darin slowly turned to the sorceress. "Did you know about this?"

She gave an unimpressed look. "Of course I knew. I was holding back, too."

Darin felt his soul leave his body.

"YOU TOO?!"

The sorceress raised an eyebrow. "Darin. If I had gone all out, I would've turned the entire battlefield into molten glass. Do you know how hard it is to control large-scale magic without causing casualties?"

Darin gawked. "THEN WHY DID YOU NOT TELL ME?!"

The sorceress rolled her eyes. "Because you were doing fine."

"I WAS NOT DOING FINE."

Vincent grinned. "Well, you survived, didn't you?"

Darin wanted to cry.

The Overlord laughed in his head.

"Oh, this is fantastic. You were struggling for your life while these two were treating it like a casual stroll."

Darin buried his face in his hands. "I hate all of you."

Vincent clapped him on the back. "Don't worry, buddy. You'll get used to it!"

Darin muttered, "No, I won't."

The sorceress sighed. "Alright. Enough of this. Vincent, show him why we're out here."

Vincent lazily twirled his sword, his grin never fading. "Alright, let's make this more fun."

He took a deep breath—

And then—

His entire body pulsed with a faint blue aura.

Darin felt the change in the air. A sharp, electric pressure that made his skin prickle. It wasn't like a simple gust of wind or the shift of magic, it was physical. Like the atmosphere itself had become heavier around Vincent.

Darin instinctively took a step back. "What—what is that?"

"That," the sorceress muttered, "is what happens when an Aura Knight focuses their energy."

Vincent winked. "And now, let's add magic."

He raised his free hand—

A sudden spark of flame ignited at his fingertips, swirling up his arm like a serpent made of molten energy. The fire didn't just flicker, it flowed, coiling around him like a living thing.

Darin watched, wide-eyed, as Vincent extended his sword. The flame jumped from his hand to the blade, running along the metal like it had been waiting for a conduit.

Then, in a single motion, Vincent swung his sword—

The fire rushed up the blade, twisting into a spiral of molten energy, before—

BOOM!

He slashed the air, sending a wave of burning energy slicing through the field.

The moment the fire left the blade, the sheer force of the attack rippled outward, shaking the ground. The flames arched forward like a crescent moon, searing through everything in its path.

Darin barely had time to process it before the impact landed.

The ground split open.

The grass didn't just burn, it disintegrated, leaving behind a charred, smoldering trench. A wave of heat blasted against Darin's face, forcing him to raise an arm to shield himself.

It took a few seconds for the dust and smoke to settle.

And when it did, Darin just stared.

A line of scorched earth stretched across the field, still faintly glowing with embers.

He turned to the sorceress. "That's... normal?"

She shrugged. "For him? Yes."

Darin slowly turned back to Vincent, who was grinning smugly, tapping his sword against his shoulder.

He flicked the blade once, and the fire immediately dissipated, leaving the weapon perfectly clean, as if nothing had happened.

"See?" Vincent said casually. "Perfect balance."

Darin was still trying to process what just happened. "You just—You just sliced fire through the air."

Vincent grinned. "Yup!"

Darin pointed at the destroyed ground. "And that's normal?!"

Vincent shrugged. "Well, I toned it down so I wouldn't destroy the palace."

Darin felt a headache coming.

"You toned it down?!"

"Of course!" Vincent said brightly. "If I went full power, we'd be standing in a crater."

Darin turned to the sorceress, desperately searching for reassurance.

She simply nodded. "That checks out."

Darin made a strangled noise.

The Overlord, meanwhile, was laughing hysterically in his mind.

"Oh, this is fantastic. Look at you, standing there like a lost little lamb."

Darin ignored him, running a hand down his face.

He turned back to Vincent. "And how exactly am I supposed to learn that?!"

Vincent chuckled. "Oh, don't worry. We'll start small."

Darin pointed at the smoking trench in the field. "THAT IS NOT SMALL."

Vincent waved a hand. "Details, details."

The sorceress sighed. "Alright, enough showing off. Let's see if you can actually teach something."

Vincent smirked. "Oh, don't worry. I'm a fantastic teacher."

The Overlord chuckled in Darin's head.

"This is going to be a disaster."