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

need something else?"

Silence.

Child of Calamity has vanished," Wester

at Wester with skepticism. "Vanished? Did he flee? Why would he? He

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

for him?"

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

would only be shooting a fireball in their own

his Affinity has claimed his own life. That would also explain why

is also our

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

"Yes, sir."

and a piece of paper appeared in the air, which then floated

man looked at

of paper, and his finger shone with purple lightning

commented as the paper flew

"As always," Wester said.

turned around, left the study, and

looked with furrowed brows at the middle of the

old man waved his fingers. Some water gathered in the air, and a clear pool

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

as he scanned through every hidden corner of the world

the pool vanished, and the old man laid back

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 different

a while longer, but then he put his head back in

Child of Calamity

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

a wooden door, which he

arrived in a grand

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 some

the hall

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

through

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

Do you

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

She exuded incredible power.

searching for you. Everything going well?" Wester

for asking, sir," the woman spoke

Wester said politely as he took out the paper the old man had signed

floated over, and the woman looked at the

more as she

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

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

in the outcropping, and the

DING! DING! DING!

their sounds ignoring the upper limit of the

good hunt," Wester commented politely as he

sir," Sarah

SHING!

light, but the bright light

undergone a