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, not saying

you need something else?" the old man

Silence.

Calamity

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

don't know," Wester said. "When our people arrived at his home

search for him?" the old

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 we would have noticed any spatial

his chin in thought. "Not even the other Clans could have hidden something like that. Additionally, they would only be

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

is also

man also nodded. "I presume you need

"Yes, sir."

him something, and a piece

man looked at the paper and

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

always," the old man commented as the

"As always," Wester said.

and wished the old man a

looked with furrowed brows at the

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

looked into the pool, and the pool

scanned through every hidden corner of the world

later, the pool vanished, and the old man laid

trace of him. That's a new one," the old man mumbled to himself. "I mean, Affinities can eat up their owners, so

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

of Calamity anyway," he commented to himself as

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

of a wooden door, which he quickly opened and walked out

arrived in a grand

weapons and adornments were on the walls as imposing, violet flags hung down from every column. The flags had white lightning bolts imprinted on them, and a gigantic table was in the middle of the hall with

the

hallway, this hallway being

walked through

several tables and chairs. Many different kinds of magical equipment could be found in the room. Several

sir. Do

with ostentatious purple robes stood up politely. Electricity sparked around her as space seemed to bend around

She exuded incredible power.

I was searching for you. Everything going well?" Wester

you for asking,

politely as he took out

and the woman looked at the

and more as she continued reading. "Yes,

paper and walked over to a wall. She spoke complex and unfamiliar words

outcropping in the shape of a piece of

the outcropping, and the paper burned

DING! DING! DING!

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

commented politely

sir," Sarah said with a

SHING!

was engulfed by a bright light, but the bright

undergone a