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.

as his

need something else?" the old man

Silence.

Calamity has

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

said. "When our people arrived at

him?" the old

a mere Apprentice, he couldn't possibly have traveled further, and we would have noticed any

old man scratched his chin in thought. "Not even the other Clans could have hidden something like that. Additionally, they would only be shooting a fireball in their own

that his Affinity has claimed his own life. That would also explain why you can't find

nodded. "That is also our

old man also nodded. "I presume you need the seal?"

"Yes, sir."

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

old man looked at the paper and

piece of paper, and his finger

old man commented as

"As always," Wester said.

left the study, and wished the old

with furrowed brows at the middle of

Some water gathered in

old man looked into the pool, and the pool reflected a seemingly

as he scanned through every hidden corner of the world in the

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

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. It just hasn't happened with the Child of Calamity before in the past 100,000 years. This smells fishy! Something's

old man scratched his chin for a while longer, but then

matter. The legions will find the new Child of

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

a wooden

in

flags hung down from every column. The flags had white lightning bolts

now, the

down another hallway, this hallway being far bigger and grander

through another

of magical equipment could be found in the room. Several papers and different objects were

Do

purple robes stood up politely. Electricity sparked around her as

She exuded incredible power.

for

sir. Thank you for asking, sir," the

for me," Wester said politely as he took out the paper the old man had signed

over, and the woman

more as

the paper and walked over to a wall. She spoke

outcropping in the shape of a piece of paper appeared on the

paper in the outcropping, and the paper

DING! DING! DING!

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

hunt," Wester commented politely as he left

you, sir," Sarah said

SHING!

by a bright light, but the bright light vanished

had undergone a world-shaking