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

else?"

Silence.

Calamity has vanished,"

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

at his home for their monthly visit, he

search for him?" the old

sent the seventh legion to search through every particle of the surrounding 50,000 kilometers. As a mere

something like that. Additionally, they would only be shooting a fireball in their own

has claimed his own life. That would also

is also our

presume you need the

"Yes, sir."

old man gestured with his hand for Wester to give him something, and a

at the paper and

of paper, and his finger shone with purple lightning for

man commented as the

"As always," Wester said.

the study, and wished the

with furrowed brows at the middle of the

gathered in the air, and a clear pool

into the pool, and the pool

moved with rapid speeds as he scanned through

and the old man laid

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

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

the new Child of Calamity anyway," he commented

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 hallway was so

wooden

in a grand

kilometers long and 300 meters high. Powerful weapons and adornments were on the walls as imposing, violet flags hung down from every column.

now, the hall

went through another door and down another hallway, this hallway being far bigger and grander than the previous

walked through another

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

Do you require

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

She exuded incredible power.

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

for asking, sir," the

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

and the woman

more and more as

she took the paper and walked over to a wall. She spoke complex

shape of a piece of paper appeared on

put the paper in the

DING! DING! DING!

distance, their sounds ignoring the upper limit of the

hunt," Wester commented politely as

you, sir," Sarah

SHING!

was engulfed by a bright light, but the bright

undergone a world-shaking