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.

felt a bit awkward as his butler only stood before him,

need something else?" the

Silence.

Calamity has vanished,"

old man was a bit taken aback as he looked at Wester with skepticism. "Vanished? Did he flee? Why would he? He

know," Wester said. "When our people arrived at his home

for him?" the

course, sir," Wester answered. "I sent the seventh legion to search through every particle of the surrounding 50,000 kilometers. As a mere Apprentice, he couldn't possibly have traveled further, and

could have hidden something like that. Additionally, they would only be shooting a fireball in their own faces by

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

nodded. "That is

"I presume you need the

"Yes, sir."

his hand for Wester to give him something, and a piece of

man looked at the paper

he put his finger at the bottom of the piece of paper, and his

commented as the paper flew back to

"As always," Wester said.

turned around, left the study, and wished the old man a

with furrowed brows at the middle

fingers. Some water gathered in the air, and a clear pool

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

speeds as he scanned

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

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

his chin for a while longer, but then he

the new Child of Calamity anyway," he commented to himself as he closed his

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

Wester arrived in front of a wooden

arrived in a

imposing, violet flags hung down from every column. The flags had white lightning bolts imprinted

the

and down another hallway, this hallway being far bigger and grander

through

of magical equipment could be found in the room. Several papers

evening, sir. Do you

with ostentatious purple robes stood up politely. Electricity sparked around her as

She exuded incredible power.

Sarah, perfect, I was searching for you. Everything going well?"

asking, sir," the woman spoke

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

the woman looked at the

and more as she continued

and walked over to a wall. She spoke complex

of a piece of paper appeared on the

in the outcropping, and the paper

DING! DING! DING!

bells rang throughout an unfathomable distance, their sounds ignoring the

a good hunt," Wester commented

sir," Sarah said with a

SHING!

was engulfed by a bright light, but the bright light vanished just

undergone a world-shaking