Sword God in a World of Magic

Knock, knock, knock.

Someone knocked on a wooden door.

No answer came.

Creak.

The door opened slowly, and an immaculately dressed person stepped in. It was a man with white hair, but it was a bit difficult to discern his age. Even though he had white hair, which obviously came from old age, there were no wrinkles on his face. If one only looked at his face, one might believe that he was rather young.

However, appearances often deceived.

If someone heard of this person's age, they wouldn't be able to believe whoever told them.

The man looked around the room with professional eyes.

It was a small study filled with all kinds of books, scriptures, tomes, and papers. An unbelievably soft, violet carpet was strewn across the ground, and a cozy fire crackled in the fireplace.

The man's eyes looked at the back of the room.

Another man was sitting on a chair behind a mahogany desk. Several papers were strewn across the desk, and the man practically lay in his chair, his head looking upward.

The man at the door slightly shook his head and walked over.

Bang!

He slightly kicked the table.

"Oh, wha- huh? Oh, good morning, Wester," the man who had just been sleeping said after recovering from the shock. He was an old man with gentle facial features, and everyone that saw him would believe him to be a nice grandpa.

"It's evening, sir," Wester, the butler, said to the old man.

"Oh, already?" the old man asked in confusion as he looked around his room. "I was working on this year's reward for the Clan Tournament. Guess I lost track of time," he said.

"Mhm," Wester uttered, deciding not to comment on how he had found his master napping.

"What? You don't believe me?" the old man asked with an offended expression. "Look! It's over there," he said.

A tome started to float from the desk and stopped in front of Wester.

Wester took the tome, opened it, and scanned through it.

"An Element-Neutral King Rank Spell," Wester commented. "You didn't read the dossiers about the candidates, did you?" Wester asked.

The old man felt like he had been found out.

BANG!

Wester put his hands on the stacked dossiers on the table, making it impossible for the old man to peek at them.

The old man groaned. "Fine! Fine!" he groaned, "but it doesn't really matter, does it? Element-Neutral Spells are worth more than Element-Specific Spells anyway."

"Sir, if you keep creating Element-Neutral Spells for every tournament, the other Clans will start believing that we don't care about the tournament," Wester commented.

The old man groaned again. "Fine! I'll just create one for every Element, and you can choose whichever you want to hand out in the future tournaments."

Wester put the Element-Neutral King Rank Spell under his arm but didn't comment on the old man's words.

Silence.

awkward as his butler only stood before him, not saying

something else?" the old

Silence.

of Calamity

a bit taken aback as he looked at Wester with skepticism. "Vanished? Did he flee? Why would he? He had money, freedom, status, a family,

"When our people arrived at his home for their

search for him?" the

seventh legion to search through every particle of the surrounding 50,000 kilometers. As a mere Apprentice, he couldn't possibly have traveled

they would only be shooting a fireball in their own faces by

his own life. That would also explain

is also our

presume you

"Yes, sir."

to give him something, and a piece of paper appeared in the air, which then

man looked at the paper and read

at the bottom of the piece of paper, and

old man commented as the paper flew back to

"As always," Wester said.

the study, and wished the old man a

Wester left, the old man looked with furrowed

Some water gathered in the air, and a clear

into the pool, and the pool reflected a seemingly

man's eyes moved with rapid speeds as he scanned through

seconds later, the pool vanished, and the old man laid back on the

he's gone. No trace of him. That's a new one," the old man mumbled to himself. "I mean, Affinities can eat up their owners, so it's not really unbelievable.

longer, but then

of Calamity anyway," he commented to himself as he

a dimly lit hallway made of stone. Every step he took seemingly pulled him forward for hundreds of meters. It was difficult to discern what was more surprising, the fact that Wester was moving this quickly or the fact that the

Wester arrived in front of a wooden

arrived in a

imposing, violet flags hung down from every column. The flags

the

down another hallway, this hallway being

through

Many different kinds of magical equipment could be found in the

sir. Do you

with ostentatious purple robes stood up politely. Electricity

She exuded incredible power.

was searching for you. Everything going

Thank you for asking,

Wester said politely as he took out

paper floated over, and the woman looked at

as she continued reading.

over to a wall.

the shape of a

in the outcropping,

DING! DING! DING!

bells rang throughout an unfathomable distance, their sounds ignoring the upper limit of

commented

you, sir," Sarah said with a

SHING!

by a bright light, but the bright light

had undergone a world-shaking